3: Part 1

"You sure she lives here?" Olivia asked, looking around us to see if anyone was there. We were outside Ashley's house. It was 11:39. We had half of our faces covered under a black scarf. We could easily pass for burglars. I just hoped we didn't get caught.

"Positive," I whispered to her. She nodded and stepped forward.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked as I pulled her back.

"Going in, of course. How are we supposed to get your revenge without going in?" She asked in a 'duh' tone.

"We can't go in through the gates. What if we get noticed?"

"Well there is no other way inside other than the gates."

"Follow me," I said.

I circled around the house searching for an easy entry. But I found none. The whole house was surrounded by high walls. They were not so high so maybe we could climb up.

"We'll have to climb up," I stated and turned to find Olivia staring at me in horror.

"Maybe I didn't tell you this but I'm afraid of heights." She deadpanned.

"I know but come on, it's not that high. You won't die."

"No way. I'm not fond of ending in the hospital for your stupid revenge plan. Thank you very much," she said, putting her hands in the air and backing away from me.

"Liv, please. You can't back down! I promise you won't get hurt. Please," I pleaded.

"Nope. Not happening."

"Oh come on."

"No," She said sternly.

"I'll pay for your food for the whole week," I tried to convince her.

"Tempting but no."

"I'll complete your homework and help you ace your tests."

"Oh please, I don't fail."

"I'll clean your house, heck even the toilet for a month! Please!"

"Hmm," she mused, contemplating whether to take the offer or not. "Okay. But stick to your words."

"Always have, always will! Now come on!"

I dragged her towards the wall and gave her a boost. To my surprise, she effortlessly climbed up the wall.

"Don't look down!" I whispered to her lest she did and fell down. That wouldn't be good for my plan.

Once she got on the other side safely, I began to climb up. I placed my hands on the wall and pushed myself up. I swung my leg over the wall. But my clumsy foot slid off the edge and before I knew it, I had managed to face plant myself in the dirt. Which of course meant that I fell down a two meter tall wall. How nice.

I saw Olivia beside me and she was silently shaking with laughter.

"Shut up. Let's go," I snapped, giving her a glare as I dusted my jeans off of imaginary dirt.

She quietened eventually and followed me. I soon found Ashley's room. She was there, thankfully asleep.

I silently opened the window of her room. Thank God it was not locked, otherwise we would have came here for nothing. As I pushed open the window wider, the cool night air blew inside the room and the sleeping bitch stirred a little.

I carefully put my leg in the room through the window and managed to get inside without creating any noise. I could be a great burglar. We e even dressed that part.

"Come in," I whispered to Olivia. She bit her lip.

"No. Go ahead. Do what you want. I'll check if anybody is here or not. That way I'll be able to tell you."

"Okay," I said. Silly excuse. I knew she was afraid that we would get caught. But anyhow I could do the work by myself.

I pulled out my scissors. No, I was not going to kill her. At least not yet. No, I was not an idiot. And even if I wanted to, I would have brought a nice, shiny and sharpened knife and not a scissor.

I tiptoed to her bed. She was lying on the bed, one leg on it and another sliding down the bed. She had a short nightdress on. Her hair was spread wildly across her face. In short, she looked like a cave woman right now.

Somebody told me that hair was as important for women as oxygen. Cue my evil grin.

I was not exactly that type of a girl. I didn't care even if someone shaved my head off. But I was sure not all girls were like me. And especially not the queen bee, Ashley.

I picked a lock of her hair and with a swift movement of my scissors, cut it. I did the same to her other long and pretty locks of hair. I cut it in random lengths.

As I was done with the job and ready to leave, I noticed a beautiful purple gown resting beside her walk in closet.

I marveled at the intricate design details on it and sighed. This pretty gown didn't deserved to be worn by Ashley. Once again I took out my lovely pair of scissors and cut it into pieces.

Then again I saw her make up kit lying on the dresser. I smirked. This was getting better and better. I hovered my hand over the make up supplies, deciding on what I should do the art with. I finally picked up her red lipstick.

I carefully went over to her and gently started drawing on her face. I smeared the red lipstick all over her eyes and nose. I applied it on her cheeks to make it look like blush and finally smeared it on her lips to resemble the make up of Joker in The Dark Knight.

"Mmm...kiss me," I heard her mumble against the lipstick, bits of it going into her mouth. My fingers froze around the lipstick. I looked at her and saw that her eyes were still closed.

A quiet moan escaped her lips. "Mmm...Ryder...". Then the most horrific thing happened. She started sucking on the lipstick looking as if she was giving the lipstick a freaking blowjob.

I threw the lipstick on her bed and it landed on the valley of her boobs. I slapped a hand on my mouth to keep myself from laughing. I quickly skipped towards the window as I heard her moan again.

I got out of her room through the window. Olivia was watching me. She looked like she was constipated, but really she was just trying hard not to laugh.

"Let's go," I said and grabbed her hand.

We'd have to climb the wall again. The things I did for Ashley.

I managed to climb over the wall and land safely on the ground, without letting my whole body kiss the ground again. We walked away from her house.

"That was totally evil what you did back there!" Olivia laughed.

"Too bad I wouldn't get to see her reaction," I said.

"Yeah. I wanted to see that too. But that was one sexy dress she has."

"Well, no more now."

She chuckled. "Yeah, speaking of dresses, have you got one for the party?" Olivia asked. God, why was she so excited about the party?

"Um...no. I don't have any," I said, a hope swelling inside of me. I could use the dress excuse to back out of the party.

"I knew it. So I am lending you my dress and you will wear it to the party. No questions, no thanks, and no "you're a lifesaver, Liv" because I know I'm awesome."

I rolled my eyes at her. Well, there goes my hope.

"I was not exactly invited to the party. I would be crashing it then. And I don't want to do that," I tried again.

"No no no. I've got that covered. I've told my friend that you'll be coming too and she was fine with it."

I sighed. No matter what, I would have to go.

"Okay."