— ❝a super small bomb.❞

            Isabel was enraged. It was no surprise Jeff cheated again, but she truly believer this time it would be different. Isabel always thought so, and in a way it was her worst personality trait.

Her lovely meeting with Josie had turned into a nightmare when she told her the news. Isabel had cried her lungs out, and was now ready for revenge. Estelle stood in the hallway, talking to Hazel, when Isabel stormed past her. Hazel gave Estelle a look with raised eyebrows before they both followed her.

            She threw open the doors to the cafeteria. Estelle and Hazel had to physically back down to not be smacked in the face by them. They sheepishly followed her as she waltzed through two people having a conversation, throwing their papers into the air as she did so.

Isabel marched up to the lunch table owned by Jeff and his football–minions. The wall behind them was Michelangelo's Creation of Adam, but make it football, and super, super corny. Estelle had always enjoyed Michelangelo's works, especially this one, but her first day of high school definitely changed that. She couldn't enjoy it anymore when all she saw was the football in Adam's hand.

The cafeteria fell silent as Isabel came to a halt in front of the brunet. Jeff greeted her, his bib stuffed from his uniform. "Are you having sex with Mrs. Callahan?" Isabel said straight up, no sense of doubt in her voice.

Jeff's face instantly gave him away, but maybe that was just the sibling sense. "Baby, you look... so beautiful. Like, so fucking hot. How— How are you?" He said instead of answering the question.

"Answer the question, Jeffrey," Estelle came to stand next to Isabel. Hazel stayed in the background. "Or I'm telling Dad you thrashed my room."

"But I didn't."

"Exactly, so start talking." Estelle was quick to respond. Hazel raised her brows slightly.

Jeff spluttered. "I'm— I'm— helping her with her taxes."

Hazel took a step forward. "Aren't you in eighth grade algebra?"

"I can't answer that question, because I— I don't know how to read." Jeff pointed at Hazel, but kept his eyes on Isabel. Estelle narrowed her eyes in confusion.

"She's asking you to your face!" Isabel raised her voice as anger boules up inside her.

Jeff muttered to his friends, defeated. "Fuck, that usually works."

Isabel sighed before repeating her question, this time more enunciated. "Are you cheating on me again?"

"Baby, no! No!" Jeff yelled. Estelle knew that each time Jeff lied, his voice went up. His voice was going right now. Not that that was surprising, she'd literally seen him. "No, why would I— why would I do— That was one time with your sister, just once, two, four times. No, I would never cheat on you again, okay? I promise you I am not sleeping with her."

"I literally saw you yesterday." Hazel remarked.

"Shut up, nerd! I fucked your mom!" Jeff yelled. After saying it, his face paled as he realised he had just confessed what he did. Tim beside him groaned, letting his head fall into his hands.

Isabel hummed bitterly. She chuckled. "Yeah, we're done."

She walked away from the table. "Real mature, Casablanca." Estelle said to Jeff in a fit of rage.

"I don't know who that is, but—" Jeff started to say, but Estelle had already walked away. Hazel walked behind her, her head a bit low.

In front of them, Isabel had been joined by the other fight club members. "I'm getting revenge," She told them. "I'm gonna fuck up some football players, and I'm buyin' a gun."

"Hell, yeah," Sylvie replied. "I'll get my stepdad's."

"What about, like, egging?" Annie suggested excitedly.

Suddenly the idea of fucking up football players seemed less fun. Estelle wasn't interested in the girls egging her house as she'd probably be the one to clean it. She could only hope they wouldn't follow through with that.

Sylvie had other ideals than her. "Yeah, so we can make 'em not refrigerated and smelly?"

            "Ooh, we could cook 'em, and be like—"

            "'You're cooked.'" Sylvie finished for her friend.

            "Guys, no, I don't want to smell like bad eggs." Estelle practically whined. The two turned around to look at her, but weren't given a shot to say anything.

            Hazel, who'd been walked behind them, had been cooking up a plan of her own. "What about, like, a bomb?" She said, making everyone stop in their tracks as they turned towards her. "Like a— Like a super small bomb. I mean, they're super easy to make, and I can just put it under his car, and it could be a distraction." Hazel pouted, awaiting their answers.

            Estelle was astonished the girl could make bombs, but how come she wasn't surprised? This was probably the most Hazel thing she'd gotten to know about Hazel. And she knew a lot about Hazel.

            "Yeah," PJ spat. "Hazel, let's do terrorism."

            Hazel nodded in defeat. But when Estelle checked her face after everyone'd continued walking, she knew Hazel wasn't about to listen to PJ. The bomb would be there, and it was going to be awesome.

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"Hey," Estelle knocked on her brother's already half–open door. "Are you okay?"

Jeff looked up from his bed. His arms were crossed over his chest when she'd walked in. He didn't move positions when replying. "Why, no, Estelle, I am not since you and your girlfriend ratted me out, and you called me a Casablinca."

Estelle furrowed her brows in confusion before realising he meant Casablanca. "And I didn't tell Dad about it," Estelle moved towards the desk and sat down on the chair, moving closer to her brother. Her voice took on a softer tone. "Do you remember when we were little and Dad would get mad at us, and Mom would give us this Bonnie Tyler vinyl. But we could never decide who'd get the headphones, so we'd just blast that one song through the house."

Jeff smiled at the memory. "Yeah, I remember," He sat up straight in his bed. "I miss her."

"Me, too," Estelle gave him a sad smile. Her face perked up. "But guess what?"

She watched Jeff's face light up as she gave him the Bonnie Tyler vinyl. Estelle had kept it her whole life, wanting to be nearer to her mother through the memory. Her mother had given both her children a record player when they were young. And while Jeff didn't do anything with it, he'd never thrown it away.

"Oh, no, you didn't." Jeff squealed. He sniffed as he jumped up from his bed.

"Oh, yes, I did," Estelle handed him the record. Jeff tried to work out the record player, but, after not having used it at all, couldn't. So Estelle did it for him. She continued. "And this time you may have the headphones, so blast all you want, and, uh... Don't be afraid about it being too loud."

"Okey dokey," Jeff covered his ears with the yellow headphones. He gave Estelle one last look. "You can leave now."

Walking out, Estelle closed the door behind her. She stood still for a moment, hearing the beginning sobs of her brother. Despite having done this to cause distraction, she was glad to have had this moment with him. Maybe he wasn't completely lost yet.

She reached for the phone in her back pocket, strolling down the stairs. PJ picked up. "Eagle to Daphne, over."

"This isn't a walkey, PJ." Estelle said.

"Ugh, fine. How far along are you?" She replied reluctantly. Estelle could practically hear the roll of her eyes.

"I'm done, that's why I called." She lingered at the end of the stairs, looking into her mother's office, which was open strangely.

Estelle hung up the phone, and made her way to the office. Everything had been left the same as before. She didn't know why the door was open, but what she did know, was that even being in the room was a confrontation she was not ready for yet. She shut the door without another glance and opened the front door.

The Fight Club had already messily parked their van in front of the house, and some members had begun to spill out of it. "You're early." She remarked.

"You're late," PJ snorted. "We've been here for half an hour."

"What's with the masks?" Estelle questioned, her eyes on all the black masks the girls were wearing. They looked like beanies cut with scissors for holes in front of their eyes.

            "So people won't recognise us," Hazel skipped out of the van. "Got one for you, too," She placed the beanie over Estelle's head, her eyes and hands lingering over her hair. "Put your hood over your head as well. There's not a lot of people with red hair in Rockbridge Falls."

Estelle tilted her head at the girl whose eyes were the only visible part of her face. She posed, her hands making a V shape. "How do I look?"

            "Like you're ready to kick some ass," Estelle could hear the smile plastered on Hazel's face. "C'mon." She grabbed her hand and lead her to the others. Together, they ran back to the van, where Estelle picked up some eggs and toilet paper.

            As Estelle watched Brittany throw the first egg on the window that she knew to be Jeff's, she lost sight of Hazel. Estelle threw a few eggs on the walls, and the remaining toilet paper into the trees. None of them stuck, though, they all fell in the grass. It felt strange, to egg her own house.

            After emptying her hands, along with everyone else, Estelle slumped away from her house. "Let's make sure we return or donate these." Stella–Rebecca said as she threw her mask and leather jacket in the car.

            "Does anybody know where the fuck Hazel is?" PJ looked around. Hazel, indeed, was nowhere to be found.

            Not even twenty seconds later, Hazel popped up from under Jeff's car. She ran as fast as she could, waving her hands over her head frantically. "It's gonna blow!"

"Oh, wow, yeah, it's gonna blow, guys." PJ repeated, not convinced of the statement at all.

But it physically blew. Hazel doubled over when the car belonging to Jeff blew up, leaving the street in flames. Hazel came to a halt when she reached Estelle's arms, her head turning back to watch the car in flames.

Shouting, the girls fled into their van. And even after Annie drove the van away from the house, the screaming did not stop. The girls were too driven on adrenaline to stop. Annie had to back up the van, which made the process go notably slower. Hazel grabbed Estelle's hand in the midst of it all. She wasn't screaming.

AUTHORS NOTE
as much as i hate jeff, i felt the need to humanise him a bit ... having seen him as simply a cheater in the movie has made us all hate him, but in a way hes still just a human. NOT JUSTIFYING!! just trying to put the situation in another perspective. estelle is his sister after all, if anyone would see this side, itd be her