3. A nasty revenge

I was initially disappointed because I didn't expect the bathroom the maid took me to to have three toilet stalls, like a public restroom. But when I knock on the doors and see that all three are empty, I smile.

Doesn't this mean the Moon goddess is in support of this particular evil deed that I'm about to carry out?

'Yes, Moon goddess. I can hear your approval loud and clear. I'm glad you agree with me that being pure and chaste is boring without a sprinkle of wickedness once in a while.' I think to myself and chuckle.

"You're crazy, Victoria," I say out loud, laughing as I walk to the first stall.

I turn the occupied sign out before going in. Inside, I lock the door and then use the toilet seat as a boost to climb into the next stall through the opening at the top. I turn out the 'occupied' sign and also lock this stall from the inside, then climb into the last stall. After I lock the door, I sit on the toilet seat with the top down to wait for Mia's arrival.

Smiling, I look at the vintage ring on my middle finger. I never would have thought it would come in handy one day. Antique is not my style, and this particular one is not even that great to look at. I still don't know what attracted me to the thing when I decided to buy it at an auction in Athens.

The auctioneer only said it belonged to some ancient princess (I can't remember her name now) and never mentioned it being a poison ring. I found out about its original use after it was delivered, and I read the card attached to it. A deadly but innocent-looking means of dealing with someone like Mia. Not in a million years would anyone suspect I did anything to her.

As the daughter of a plantsman, I know a lot about plants myself. The substance I injected into her is a painless but powerful toxin that I harvested from a common plant people don't think much of. Although the dose I injected into her is not harmful, it's strong enough to irritate the bowels, thereby causing gas and diarrhea.

I look at my wristwatch to check the time. Considering the time I spent walking to the bathroom and climbing from stall to stall, her stomach should be rumbling and gurgling by now, and her arrival shouldn't take more than three minutes.

My only prayer is that nobody enters the bathroom during the duration it would take for me to humble and have her groveling at my feet. I don't want a witness and I also don't want anyone else in on this but me. I want to own her completely and be able to control her.

I stifle my laughter when the bathroom's main door suddenly hits the wall hard, followed by the explosively disgusting flatulence sound that had obviously been restricted for too long. I know without a doubt it's Mia, even before I hear her swear under her breath as she knocks on a stall.

"Hello! Are you almost done in there?" Her feet shuffle around as she forcefully asks, obviously restraining herself from shouting.

Almost immediately, she knocks on the second stall when no one answers her the first time.

"Hello!..." She's saying when another loud and disgusting wet sound reverberates inside the bathroom.

"Oh, god!" She mewls in a voice so low I strain my human ears to hear it.

Bitch has soiled herself. I would have laughed but the horrible smell that drifts into my nose makes me gag with disgust instead.

I also smell fear. Since she has nowhere to hide and also can't go out in her current condition, she knows she's toast and at the mercy of the people inside the toilet stalls.

I bet she's aware that most girls hate her, especially those on her team, but because they're scared of how mean she is and also don't want to offend her family, they pretend and treat her like the queen bee. Whatever might be going through her mind, I bet wishing she were nicer to people was part of it.

"Eww!... Who is that!?... C'mon! That stinks so bad!..." I say out loud before pressing the flush button." I have to hurry if I want her to be my bitch and answer to me and me alone.

I push the door open and see her where she's standing, rooted in place, her face ashen with sweat. She looks away immediately when she sees me, slowly backing herself toward the wall, but the mess she made is not the kind that can be hidden. Not when she reeks and is also dressed in white denim shorts and a crop top.

"Oh, my god, Mia! What is this!? What happened to you!? Did you crap yourself!?..." I continue to exclaim. Although my voice sounds pitiful, she would be a fool if she didn't realize I was mocking her.

"I–I can't... I– really– umm... It was an accident. I– I can't explain how it happened..."

"Aww– an accident!?..." I exclaim and try not to laugh as I continue to listen to her pitiful explanation.

She's still trying to play me by acting pitiful even when she knows I don't give a shit about her. She can't be thinking I'm that stupid to fall for her stupid charade, or is she?

I reach inside my purse, and her eyes widen when I bring out my phone

"Wh–What d–do you want to do? Who do you want to call?..." She stammers and lunges for the phone, but I'm faster and quickly move out of her reach.

I turn the phone on and go to the camera, immediately turning it to myself and excitedly saying,

"I have a very hot gist for you guys! Guess who just pooped herself right here inside the female bathroom?..."

"No, please! Please, I beg you, don't do this!..." She fervently begs, trying to take the phone from my hand, but I continue to make the video as I avoid her.

"You won't believe it if I tell you, so see for yourself..." I turn the camera to her, and she immediately shields her face from it, walking away in another direction, which only makes the stain on her shorts more visible to the camera.

"It's Mia, guys. Miss high and mighty crap herself. Can you believe that!?..." I say and laugh out loud

"Stop!" She suddenly shouts, looking furious as she lunges for the camera again without success

"Stop!?..." I exclaim, laughing in disbelief. "No way, Mia! Would you have stopped if you caught me in such an embarrassing situation!?"

"I– Please don't do this to me. I beg you." She frantically replies, ignoring my question. It doesn't matter if she answers or not though since we both already know the answer to that question.

"No, you wouldn't! You and I know that if this situation were reversed, you would have quickly run out to get the whole party. God, I have never met a more horrible person in my life than you, Mia!

You've moved on with another man, yet destroyed my relationship just because your ex met his current girlfriend through me. And what you did to Layla– that poor girl. You made everyone think she was a thief because she refused to be controlled by you..."

"Bu–But she's fine now. Her innocence was proven..."

"After the damage has been done, you despicable bitch!" I shout in anger. I can't believe this bitch.

"She was disgraced and had already transferred out of school before her innocence was proven! Although no one could prove you set her up when she accused you, I believed her..."

"No! I– she..."

"Shut up! Just, what kind of person are you!? Why do you enjoy hurting people so much!?..."

"It's not my fault. Th–they... Those people– they asked for it, a–and..."

Oh, god! What did I just hear her say?

"They asked for it!?" I repeat her statement in disbelief. "You're a psychopath, Mia. Do you know that!?"

"No!... I mean, I'm sorry." She stammers. Her eyes automatically fill up with tears that quickly start to run down her face.

I laugh. She indeed looks sorry now, but I know her too well to know she's just putting up an act. Mia is incapable of feeling remorse.

"I'm posting this on every..."

"No! No! No! Please don't do that!..."

"Don't do that!? But you destroyed my relationship first. You asked for it!" I used her words against her.

Suddenly, she rushes towards me to wrestle and forcefully grab the phone, but I swiftly sidestep and shove her away with one hand. She falls, sprawled on the floor, looking at me with surprise. I bet she thought she could overpower me.

"You look surprised," I say, chuckling. "Your mother didn't teach you not to judge a book by its cover?"

She immediately gets on her knees and begins to beg

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, Victoria! Please don't do this to me! I'll do anything you want!..."

I continue to smile as I watch her grovel.

"Of course, you will do anything I want if you don't want the world to see this..."

"Yes! Yes, I will! I promise..." She says, nodding vigorously

Telling her to confess to setting Layla up crosses my mind, but I push the thought aside. That won't have the long-lasting effect that I want, and it won't give me the power I want to hold over her. Mia's family is powerful in Montana. How much time would it take her parents to send her abroad out of my reach if the scandal breaks out, and how long will the scandal last, and people move to the next trending topic? Layla's innocence had already been proven anyway.

"Henceforth, leave Camila alone. I'll upload this to all social media if you even look at her the wrong way. Do I make myself clear!?"

"Yes. Yes. I won't bother her again, I promise..."

"Of course you won't. Secondly, you will resign from every position you hold in school, starting from your position as the Head captain of the team's cheerleaders..."

"What!?... But I can't do that! My parents also attended this school. My dad was the Captain of the football team, while my mom was also the cheerleader's Head captain! What am I going to tell them!?"

Her explanation leaves me dumbfounded. No wonder she hasn't given up on Colton. She's following in her parents' footsteps. I can't believe she's expecting me to give a shit about what her parents think though!?

"It stinks in here. Can't bear it anymore." I say in reply to her before putting the phone in my bag and heading for the door.

"Wait! Wait!..." She hastily says, scrambling to grab my leg

"Don't touch me with your filthy hand, pig!" I snap, moving away from her reach. "You really think you're in a position to bargain with me, huh? You think I give a shit about your family's history!"

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

"Of course you will. You will announce your resignation tonight! And lastly, I don't want to see your face in any of the school's social gatherings. I don't need to tell you what will happen if I as much as smell your filth in any of them. Do I make myself clear!?"

Her fake tears have long since dried up, and even though she hatefully glares at me, she nods anyway.

"Atta girl!" I smile. Patting her head where she's still kneeling on the floor. Then I point to the stall I just vacated,

"I'd suggest you hide in there. I'll send in a maid. Explain to her yourself whatever you need." I say and walk out the door.

*

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The party is over.

I enter my room and slump on the bed, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. I'm happy. The party was a lot more fun than I expected. I got Mia right where I want her, and as for Jamie... Umm– let's just say, I no longer hate him as I did before.

No, no, no– we're not back together yet. I just can't help but love his tenacity. I love the fact that he refused to give up on us and wouldn't leave my side, no matter how many times I told him to get lost. He insisted till I stopped pushing him away.

He asked me to dance with him and somehow, we ended up sharing a kiss right there on the dance floor while our friends applauded us. Before I left the party with Colton and Camila, he apologized again and made me promise to think about coming back together. And believe me, I gave it a good thought on our way back to the dormitory.

A voice keeps telling me I'd regret it if I take him back. My daddy will be particularly disappointed if he hears I'm considering forgiving him, especially when he's not my mate but what can I do when I'm still in love with him? We're still very much in love with each other. That fact was obvious even to our friends who cheered and urged us to come back together.

I know some couples who are not mates but have been happily married for years. I wonder if that would be our situation, or if we are going to meet our mates one day and part ways like we initially agreed.

If I had a mate, I wonder where he is currently. Is he going to be more good-looking than Jamie? What would his essence smell like? What would his character be like? I wonder if I would be able to stop loving Jamie when I meet him...

My phone starts to ring right then. I smile when I bring it out to see it's my mom calling. Knowing her, I bet she wants to confirm my vacation plans for the hundredth time. My mom might be a helicopter mom, hovering over her adult daughter all the time, and complaining about this and that but I love her still.

"Hey, Mom! Isn't it too late in the night to be checking on me?" I say

"Victoria!" She says tearfully. Come home! Please!"