You will Pay For This! _ Chapter One

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The Year: 1995
The Meet: National Track Meet ( High Schoolers, the best of the best, is here to duke it out)
The Location: Gymnasium ( somewhere in America)
The setting: The race is over, everyone is in their perspective corners (or bleachers) , getting their stuff ready for their departure.




Bette: (mumbling under her breathe, shoving her stuff in her bag) I hate her! I hate her!

Alice: (who’s standing next to her friend, confused) Who? Who are you talking about? (Bette turned, to look at someone across the gymnasium, Alice following Bette’s glare) Oh, you mean Tina Kennard?

Bette: How do you know her name?

Alice: (in a valley girl way, said) Hellllo, like, I’m the assistant coach. I’m supposed to know these things.

Bette: Whatever, I don’t care what’s her name is… triny, teeny, or tiny. I just HATE HER!

Alice: (looking at Bette, starts laughing) Porter, you are a sore loser! You hate her because she bea (cutted off by Bette)

Bette: (clenched her teeth, as she tries to control her anger, waving her index finger in front of her friend’s face) Don’t say it, Al. (empathically) SHE… DID… NOT… BEAT… ME, ALICE! (hesistant) She…. um… CHEATED!

Alice: (still laughing at her friend) Oh, how did she cheat, Porter? Did she conjured up hermes, to help her run faster than you?

Bette: (getting furious) Shut up, Alice! I know, I could beat her…. it’s just my legs… it … was.. bothering … and (cutted off by Alice’s laughter)

Alice: (laughing manically, slapping her leg) Porter, you are helpless, you know that? And not a good liar… (shaking her head) Why can’t you just admit defeat?

Bette: (turned to Alice, staring at her, intently) Alice… (leaning in, whispering to Alice’s ear) I … DO … NOT … LOSE … TO ANYONE …. IN ANYTHING!

Alice: (then took her left hand and place it on the back of Bette’s neck to pulled her in, as she whispers back to her) Well, Porter, it looks like TINA KENNARD, dismantle that theory, don’t you think? (she then, pulled back, and look at Bette, laughing internally… because this was the first time, in all honesty, that she had ever seen her friend in this state… the state of DEFEAT!… because it was true, when Bette said no one has beat her in anything… until now, of course)

Bette lets out a frustrated sigh, and the name TINA KENNARD starts to echo in her head. She then, turned her attention back to the BEAUTIFUL blonde, MS TINA KENNARD, who was , also, standing by the bleachers, packing up her things, and talking to her friend. Bette, looking intensly at the woman, who made her feel this way. The woman, who she will never forget forever …… because this woman, made her, for the first time, tasted the bitterness of defeat.. and MS BETTE PORTER… do not like that taste at all. Bette thought, ” YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! ”

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TINA: (who was standing about a hundred feet away from Bette, could see the BEAUTIFUL brunette, has been staring at her ) Oh my god, Dana. (grabbing a hold on her friend’s arm.. swaying it side to side) She’s staring again! (averting her eyes to look at her friend, which is, now, the only shield that is blocking her from the BEAUTIFUL brunette’s stare of death)

Dana: (somewhat annoyed) Could you let go off my arm, Kennard. And tell me who it is? (about to turn around, but stopped , when her friend spoke)

Tina: Dane, don’t turn around.

Dana: (throwing her hands in the air) Then how am I going to know, who you’re talking about?

Tina: (whisper) I can tell you… It’s the brunette.

Dana: (arching her brows, smiling at her friend, who seems a bit paranoid, and whispered) What brunette?

Tina: You know, the brunette, the one I defeated in the single, four hundred meters race.

Dana: Oooh, that brunette.. (thinking, tapping her index finger against her temple) what’s her name?

Tina: (shrugged her shoulders) I don’t know, when all the runners were on the line, I tried to greet her, but she just ignored me.

Dana: That *****!

Tina: (now laughing) I know, huh? I don’t think she likes it…

Dana: Don’t like what?

Tina: Me… KICKING HER *****.. in the race, leaving her with second!

Dana: Yeah, you did, girl! (high fiving her friend) So, is that why she’s staring at you, you think?

Tina: (smiled, then let out a chuckle) I think so, she was so intent, so arrogant, so.. so.. cocky at the line. I bet you, she didn’t think I would, in a million years, beat her. So, I guessed I showed her, and that’s why she’s looking at me, like she wants to eat me alive.

Dana: (nudging at her friend’s rib, jokingly said) Hey, I would want to eat your FINE ***** for dinner, too, if I wasn’t your friend. ( winking at her friend)

Tina: (blushing) Shut up. (playfully, punching Dana on her shoulder)

And then, Tina, at the corner of her eye, sees her nemeses walking towards the exit. Now, it was Tina’s turn to stare at the BEAUTIFUL brunette. She looks at the BEAUTIFUL brunette, the woman, who did not show any bit of common courtesy to shake her hand, at the line. The woman, who did not come to congratulate her after the winning, just out of sportmanships, at least. The woman, who made her feel no respect, at all, and MS TINA KENNARD.. do not like to be disrepected. Tina thought, “YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!”




* This was just to set up their second meeting, 10 years later…. *




(I will not ask, if you would like me to continue or not, because it was never in my intentions ( even if no one likes my story) to stop. I had always pride myself in completing what I have started. So….. I shall post soon)