I watch the tension between Salinda and Ashlea unfold until it reaches a point of no return. The former seems to have had enough of the latter, who is more focused on hating on me than on whom she called her "friend" all these years. A true friend wouldn't act the way Ashlea does, though.

"Do you listen to yourself, Ashlea? Do you realize your pathetic blabber is pure nonsense? And, most importantly, do you still think you're relevant?" Salinda is a storm coming out of the blue when one would expect it the least. Her glare is fixed on Ashlea, her lips are curled in anger and disgust, her face is minutes away from turning purple.

The same can be said about that snake. Her cheeks are flaming red and the way she grinds her teeth scares the hell out of me. Her veins could burst at any time. I wouldn't be surprised if her eyes threw a literal shockwave around herself.

"How dare you, Salinda? You wouldn't be anything without me, you ungrateful brat!"

"Me? Ungrateful? Excuse me?" I hold my breath as Salinda's voice tone escalates. She continues, shocking me with her next words. "Maybe Rieleigh is not wrong. You aren't a saint, Ashlea, so stop acting like one. You're a fucking monster!"

She cowers herself as Ashlea is about to hit her with a punch; however, she turns to me, almost breaking my nose. Fuck her, for real. I hope someone is in the surroundings and has secretly filmed her. Her abusive ass has to be exposed.

***

It turns out Peri shared a video of the attack on her Instagram less than two hours ago. How could she have access to footage? I don't recall seeing her around in the parking lot.

Anyway, the video divides the Web, with many students calling for the video to be removed and Peri be reported. Why, though? It's Ashlea who should face backlash, though. Only Salinda and Peri herself criticize the mean girl's actions.

'Fuck off Ashlea, you vindictive violent bitch. Hope this gets your fucking ass booted.' Why do I have the impression that Salinda sugarcoated her true feelings towards her ex partner in crime? I wish she'd let out more.

I decide to double down in turn and post the content related to Ashlea's "deadly secret:" something that, when it comes out, will make her disappear from this area, possibly for good.

It consists of a video of Ashlea deliberately asking Lyndall to write that embarrassing letter and him agreeing while asking her for an astounding amount of cash. The source? Peri, once again. How she managed to leave so much evidence behind for me to collect is a mystery to me. I don't think I'm ready to ask, though.

The moment the clip is out, it gains two thousands likes in a few hours, but also a lot of angry comments from outraged Club members. From Meghan hurling insults at me, to Jeff calling me a wrecker and, as if the abovementioned shit isn't enough, Lyndall himself accusing me of being jealous! Me? Of him? He should consider himself lucky if girls even want to talk to him.

I shake my head. The Burden of Breaking Hearts is a desperate case. Do they realize they sound like a bunch of losers? To say I've had enough of their antics, of seeing their shit through rose colored glasses and, most importantly, bullying their way through the social ladder is an understatement.

At this point, I'll try and save who wants to be saved. The rest can fuck off deep in the hole they dug for themselves.

***

I see the remaining Club members sitting together at just one table, scrambling for attention. Desperation fills their eyes, their breath is heavy. Ashlea and Meghan have no idea of how to face the shitstorm returning to them like a boomerang. Lyndall and Hope know this is their last chance to be relevant.

Meanwhile, I notice Jeff trying to suck up to them again. Hasn't he, like, stormed out the day I entered that rotten club? Shouldn't he be out of their business forever? In other words, he's a master hypocrite. He cares about his social status more than his dignity.

At lunch, I eat alone. I'm not desperate over that: it allows me to think carefully of how I should implement my next strategy. I'm confident I can destroy the Club piece by piece, but I don't have much time left. They can regroup and return stronger than ever. I have to find their weaknesses.

Pretending to be revising for a quiz, I eavesdrop. What they say between an insult and a comment belittling another student is bone chilling. I can hear Hope saying, "We'll get rid of that parasite for good. Rieleigh Colson is good at nothing but stirring trouble." Me? Has she looked herself in a fucking mirror? She's the exact opposite of what her name means. She's a miserable piece of shit.

Meghan adds, "You could say that loud, Hope, but she might hear us and twist our words to victimize yourself, so keep it down, for fuck's sake." She disgusts me. How no-one has put her in her place yet scares me. Her downfall will be extremely painful if she keeps up with her shitty attitude.

Lastly, what convinces me that The Burden of Breaking Hearts was and is full of unredeemable scumbags is what Lyndall says next. "You're both right. And, you know what? She isn't even worth a one-night stand. Thank you both for opening my eyes. And, Ashlea, well played." He leans close to Ashlea, expecting her to return his physical affection.

To my horror, she does! She purrs at him as she kisses his neck. Where the fuck is decorum? Oh, that's an unknown concept to them. It's pretty obvious she's okay dealing with sexist pigs like him. They deserve each other. They can get married and have ten children if they want, as long as they stay thousands of miles away from me!

When the quartet gets up from the table, they don't even bother cleaning up after themselves. They expect someone else to do so. They think they're entitled to leave their trash around, so I decide to call them out for it. "Hey, you. Get back! I think you forgot something."

Only the three girls approach me, leaving Lyndall behind. Is he coward enough not to want to face me? He can chicken out as much as he wants, but the substance doesn't change: he's a slimy prick.

Meghan groans at me with an annoyed face. "What the fuck do you want, Little Miss Cleaning Police?" Ashlea and Hope chuckle behind her, then burst into laughter.

I point at the trays full of leftovers, dirty napkins and used cutlery. "Do you think that poor cleaning lady has to do all the hard job because you're lazy enough not to take these away from the table, at least?" Again, I'm met with laughter. Talking to them is dead air, but I can't afford to budge. I'll make them explode, if needed.

Ashlea gives me a demeaning response, "Duh! How can you be so stupid? She's paid for that."

I insist. "This doesn't mean you have to be irresponsible and leave your shit on the table. Take the trays away and separate the trash, okay?"

She in turns takes one tray and dumps it on my head. She shouts, "Clean it yourself, idiot." I refuse to let myself be humiliated. I take six nuggets and forcefully stuff two in her mouth, followed by more.

"Learn not to waste food before lecturing me, okay?" Meghan and Hope run away. They're definitely reporting me for detention. I don't care. I'll keep busting their sorry butts until their club shuts down for good.