Chapter 11: Mission Accomplished

Sarah sat on her bed, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently against the floor. She had barely slept after realizing that Mia and Lucia had snuck out. At first, she considered calling them, but knowing those two, they’d probably silence their phones before pulling whatever stupid stunt they had in mind.

So she waited.

And at 3:14 AM, the door finally creaked open.

Lucia and Mia tiptoed inside, whispering and giggling like kids who had just pulled off the ultimate prank.

Sarah switched on the bedside lamp.

Both girls froze.

Mia groaned. “Ugh, busted.”

Sarah shot them a pointed glare. “Where have you two been?”

Lucia rubbed the back of her neck, feigning innocence. “Would you believe us if we said we went for a late-night walk?”

Sarah deadpanned. “Not a chance.”

Mia flopped onto her bed with a smug grin. “Fine, fine. We may have gone to pay Jake a little visit.”

Sarah’s mouth fell open. “You what?”

Lucia sat down beside her, grinning. “We got creative.”

Mia smirked. “Very creative.”

Sarah groaned, rubbing her temples. “You idiots. If you got caught—”

“We did get caught,” Lucia admitted, cringing.

Sarah’s eyes widened. “By who?”

Mia sighed dramatically. “Some very unamused dorm supervisor.”

Sarah’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious? So now you’re both in trouble?”

Lucia shrugged. “Yeah, but… worth it.”

Mia sat up. “Jake’s waking up to an itchy disaster, a cursed alarm ringtone, and a personal piece of modern art on his mirror.”

Sarah blinked. Then, slowly, a smile crept onto her face. “You didn’t.”

Lucia grinned. “Oh, we did.”

Mia wiggled her fingers. “And I made sure to use extra itching powder. He’ll be scratching for days.”

Sarah shook her head, laughing despite herself. “You two are insane.”

Mia winked. “And you love us for it.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “I hate that I’m actually satisfied by this.”

Lucia stretched. “Then our mission was a success.”

Sarah sighed, finally lying back down. “You’re both lucky I’m too tired to yell at you.”

Mia smirked. “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

Lucia giggled. “Goodnight, Sarah.”

Sarah groaned. “I can’t believe you maniacs actually did this.”

Lucia and Mia exchanged a victorious glance before finally drifting off to sleep.

—

The Next Morning: The Fall of Jake

Jake Anderson prided himself on his smooth charm and easy confidence.

That confidence, however, died the moment he woke up scratching every inch of his body.

“What the—?” He groggily sat up, rubbing his arms furiously. A second later, his scalp burned with irritation, and his legs felt like they were on fire.

Then he noticed the white powder covering his sheets.

His stomach dropped.

“Oh, hell no.”

Frantically, he stumbled out of bed, knocking over a glass of water in the process. He barely made it to the mirror before freezing.

Because scrawled across the glass, in bold, smug handwriting, were the words:

“Karma’s a b*tch. So are we. - Love, the Universe.”

Next to the message was a very unflattering doodle of what was clearly meant to be him, with exaggerated features and a questionably shaped head.

Jake’s face turned red with rage.

But before he could process the humiliation that had just been served to him, his phone alarm suddenly went off—

“QUACK QUACK QUACK, WAKE UP, LOSER! QUACK QUACK QUACK!”

A horrifyingly loud chorus of screaming ducks filled the entire room.

Jake scrambled for his phone, but the more he fumbled, the worse it got. He couldn’t shut it off.

And as if the universe truly had it out for him, his dorm neighbor banged on the wall.

“DUDE, SHUT THAT THING OFF BEFORE I BREAK YOUR DOOR DOWN!”

Jake wanted to. He really did.

But his itchy, powder-covered self was too furious to function properly.

And outside his dorm, a few early risers heard the commotion and started snickering.

Jake Anderson had officially lost.

And somewhere across campus, two girls were probably celebrating.

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Back in the Girls’ Dorm

Lucia checked her phone and smirked at the message Mia had just received from a mutual friend.

Mia: Update: Jake is screaming.

Lucia handed the phone to Sarah, who read the text before bursting into laughter.

“Best. Revenge. Ever.”

Mia yawned dramatically. “And now we rest.”

Lucia grinned. “Justice is served.”

Sarah shook her head, but this time, she didn’t argue.

Because, for once, payback had felt really, really good.