The rest of the week went by in a blur. After the incident at my locker, I cooked up a plan to get back at Ashley. Jessa wasn’t much help, mostly she tried to talk me out of it. She kept going on and on about it being some sort of suicide mission. It’s currently Saturday evening and we’re getting ready for the party. Retaliation happens tonight.
“So let me make sure I understand you correctly…We go to the party, we have a few drinks, you play out this plan of yours, Ashley has a breakdown, you piss off The Breaker Boys, then what? Do we run to the hills? Do we feed ourselves to the wolves? We get sloshed and drag our asses back home?” Jessa paces in front of my closet. Shaking her head. Evidently irked by my plan.
“We hold our heads high and walk out of there like the f*****g Queens we
