I watched everything fall apart exactly as planned. Most people wouldn’t believe that you could do something so evil and have everything fall exactly as planned. I knew better. If I knew Ashley as well as I think I did, she’d be in the hallway planning her revenge. So I knew the best thing to do is get at her while she was still steaming mad, and turn her emotions in a completely different directions. I walked up to the teacher who was about to dial the principal, or the campus police. “Yes, miss Carlin?” He asked annoyed.

“If you give me a few minutes, I’m certain I can calm her down.” He looked at me, half expecting more of a response. “Just five minutes, please?” I pleaded, flashing my blue eyes. He pointed towards the doorway, giving in to exactly what I wanted.

I merrily skipped into the hallway and began my quest to find Ashley. I half expected to see her pacing in anger, but what I saw shocked me. She was curled in a ball, crying. A squeak escaped my throat. It was something that seemed to happen a lot when I felt this much guilt. I’ve never seen Ashley break down like that before. It had only happened once, when her dad had died, and since then it had never happened again.

When she heard the squeak, she looked at me with anger painted on her face. She dogged towards me. “How could you? That is my fucking sister! And you screwed her for revenge!?” I saw her hand rise. For a moment I was scared. She had never done such a thing to me. To me, she was never one to fight. Even when I watched her fight with Madison, I never once pictured her as anything but loving.

I grabbed her frozen fist with one hand and pushed her body into the lockers with the other. I used a force I didn’t know I had. I followed her flying body and pressed hard into her as our bodies became one. I lowered her fist and removed my hand only to place it on her cheek. “You see Ash, it doesn’t matter what you do or say. You could tell me you hate me. You can screw my mother for revenge. You can even hit me. It doesn’t matter.” I ran my hand down her neck, over her breasts, and down to her waist line. My nails began scratching underneath her shirt. She was fighting it, but she failed because I felt her lower region tense up, as her breaths became labored. “You see, it doesn’t matter because I know that no matter what happens, what kind of shit you try to pull…” I pressed my knee against her center. She weakened and leaned her head back at the pleasure she was trying to fight. “I’m still the one that makes you weak at the knees, and strong in the heart. I’m the one who you will think about when you’re going to sleep. And I am the one who haunts your dreams. Everything comes back to you and me.”