Chapter Thirty-Three

A/N: Sorry, I lied. This isn't the last chapter. There will be an epilogue!

Better Than Revenge

Chapter 33

“You know, I’ve questioned your sanity plenty of times before, but this…” Christian shook his head at me.

“Oh, come on,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Even you have to admit that this, right here, is gold.”

“This is the kind of thing that you need to think through.” Christian shook his head again. “This could end badly.”

“I know.” I smirked, glancing at my phone happily. “But it’s worth it. Frank’s not getting off the hook so easily…”

I had told Christian the basic outline of what I was going to do. I hadn’t told him any details. All I had said was that I was going to create Frank’s dream girl—grudgingly played by Tori in disguise—and trick Frank into going into a hotel room where he would be caught by several secret cameras in a compromising position.

“As funny as your revenge plots are, hasn’t he had enough?” Tori whined, stalking out of my room. “I mean, you already embarrassed him by calling him a liar and publicly dating Christian. I think—”

“You just want to get out of this,” I interrupted, rolling my eyes. “Come on, Tor. I need you for this!”

She sighed in defeat. “I know, I know. I said I’d do it, didn’t I?”

“You did,” I said with a grin. “Now shoo. Go put on the things I laid out on my bed for you.”

Tori’s eyes widened. “The blonde wig was for me?”

I gave her a look. “Who else would it be for? Of course it was for you! Now go!”

She looked like she wanted to say something but with one last, great sigh, she stalked off.

Christian shook his head. “I seriously can’t believe you got her to say yes.”

“It wasn’t easy, but I promised to make it up to her somehow,” I said with a shrug. “Now, as soon as Tori finishes getting ready, step one will be a go.”

He chuckled at me, walking away. He headed towards the fridge, muttering something about my idea being outrageous, reckless and clever.

I got the idea from watching the movie John Tucker Must Die. Tori and I had a girl’s night in one night, and Tori wanted to watch that movie. I was basically indifferent until I saw the different schemes the girls put John Tucker through. I thought it was genius and wanted to reenact the girls’ best prank… except I cranked it up a couple notches. In my opinion, what Brittany Snow’s character did to John Tucker wasn’t mean enough. I wanted more.

The idea was enough to form a chain reaction in my head, though, one thing led to another and before I knew it, the revenge I had in mind for Frank was fully laid out.

It took Tori nearly two hours to get ready, for some reason. By the time she came out, I was on edge. I had gone into the room to pester her several times, but she still took her sweet time.

It didn’t take that long to dress up in the outfit I had laid out for her. The only thing that might have taken her a bit was the makeup, and that was only because it was supposed to look slutty. The rest—the little black dress, the stilettos, the pushup bra and the wig—shouldn’t have taken very long at all.

“You did that on purpose,” I complained, crossing my arms over my chest.

“No, I didn’t,” she said quickly.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Christian. “Did you tell Frank about the hot date you had set up for him?”

“Yeah. Wait, I forgot… I told him I’d give him Tori’s number—I mean Alana’s number—and she’d call him and make an official plan.”

I smacked Christian’s arm. “You idiot! You could’ve told me that before!”

“Sorry…”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the disposable phone I had bought for this occasion. Tori obviously didn’t want Frank to have her real number, and that just wouldn’t be a good idea overall. It was better to buy a disposable phone and get rid of it as soon as this was over with.

“What’s Frank’s number?” I asked Christian.

Christian took his phone out of his pocket and looked through his contacts. After a minute, he said, “818-597-6789.”

I put the number into the disposable phone’s contacts and sent Frank a text from “Alana.”

Hey! (: Meet me at the Four Seasons Hotel at 7 tonight. ;)

-    Alana

Frank text messaged me back immediately. It was quite sad. He must rarely get a date.

“What did he say?” Christian asked.

It seemed Christian was getting into my plot for revenge. I wasn’t surprised. He wasn’t at my level, of course, but he had put up a decent fight when our little war was going on. Then again, he did have some help from Blake.

“‘Sounds perfect. Winky face. May I ask why you chose a hotel for our date?’”

“Tell him you want to do naughty things with him,” Tori suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

I snickered. “Considering you’re Alana, that’s fine by me.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, never mind! Gross!”

I laughed and typed in a quick reply before hitting ‘send.’

“What did you say?” Tori narrowed her eyes at me.

“‘It’s the best place to have a good time. Winky face.’”

Tori giggled at this for a moment before her face turned grave. “Wait, I won’t have to actually do anything with him, will I?”

“Ugh, of course not! You’re just going to make him think you are.”

“Okay, good.” She sighed in relief.

Frank didn’t ask any more questions after I sent him that last text message. He was more than okay with this date plan.

Throwing the phone over to Tori, who just barely reacted in time to catch it, I said, “Here. Now, it’s already five, so we have to move quickly. Let’s go.”

Tori followed me, as did Christian. He was a bit more reluctant. “What’s next?”

“We go to the hotel and you sign in,” I stated simply, exiting our apartment and locking the door behind me once we had all stepped outside.

“I thought I didn’t have to do anything with him.” Tori’s eyes widened.

I rolled my eyes. “You don’t. Chill, Tori! I got this.”

She glanced at me warily. “Okay…”

Ignoring the looks she was giving me, I led the way out of the apartment building. Christian insisted we take his car, but that meant dealing with Christian’s bodyguards, so I refused. I didn’t need them interfering.

Christian managed to convince them to leave him for a few hours. I assumed he told them something I wouldn’t exactly approve of, but at the moment, I had more important things to contemplate.

In the end, we took Tori’s car. I switched the license plates before I got inside. I doubted Frank would get the chance to follow us and catch a glimpse of the license plates as we skidded away, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

We parked at a shop a block away from the hotel. When it came time for Tori and I to run for it, we would call for Christian—who would wait in the car at a certain point—and he would come get us.

Knowing we would be recognized, Christian and I also had to wear disguises. Ours were much simpler, however, and we just threw them on before getting out of Tori’s car.

I practically ran out of the car and into the hotel. Luckily for me, Christian remembered to grab the bag filled with the things I needed for this to work out. I had forgotten it in my haste.

I could hear Christian’s thudding footsteps and Tori’s heels clattering behind me as I entered the hotel.

“Hi, can I help you?” the desk clerk at the hotel asked us when we were close enough to speak to.

Tori smiled and walked over to the desk. She didn’t look too bad with the long coat she wore. It covered the slinky dress. “Hi. Alana Merchante.”

The desk clerk looked through his computer, typed a few things before handing Tori a key. “There you are, miss. Enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you.” She smiled at the clerk and walked away.

Christian and I just quickly looked down and followed Tori. Once we were out of eyesight, I took the lead once again. “It’s on the tenth floor,” I said, heading towards the elevator. I impatiently pressed the button about twenty times before Christian grabbed my hand and stopped me. I shot him an irritated look, becoming distracted only when the elevator opened.

We entered the elevator and I had to leave it up to Tori to get us to the tenth floor because of the amount of people in the elevator that could recognize either Christian or me at any moment. Luckily, we managed to go undetected.

It didn’t take me long to find the room after we got to the tenth floor. When I found the room, I ran in and quickly got to work. I took the small cameras out of the bag and laid them out on the large, king-sized bed in the middle of the room. Overall, it was a really nice room. I was paying too much money for this. This room, along with the small cameras, the costumes and other small things that were necessary for this to work were really adding up. It was worth it, though, and it was a good thing I was no longer broke.

“Christian, bend down,” I said distractedly, surveying one of the small cameras I had in my hand.

He looked at me weirdly. “Wait, what?”

I rolled my eyes. “I need you to carry me on your shoulders. There’s no way I’m reaching that.”

“Oh… alright,” he said with a small smirk, “Shortie.”

I gave him a look. “Well, I’m sorry we all can’t be six-four.”

He just laughed and hoisted me up onto his shoulders. “Wow, this is quite a view…” I observed, looking down.

Tori looked up at me. “Hey, you’re taller than me for once!”

“Shut it. Walk over to that corner, Chrissy.”

“Alright, Soapy,” he replied, walking to where I had pointed out. I had to stretch a bit, but Christian’s height definitely helped me when it came to placing the small cameras high enough so that they weren’t visible. Besides, I doubted Frank would be worried about secret cameras planted throughout the room.

After I had finished planting the secret cameras throughout the room, Christian let me down.

“What now?” Tori asked.

I went back to the huge bag Christian had carried in for me. I reached in and pulled out a small bag from Victoria’s Secret. With a smirk, I said, “This.”

Tori looked at me incredulously. “No! I am not wearing whatever is in that bag!”

I just laughed. “You’re not going to be the one wearing it. Frank is.”

Christian burst out laughing when I pulled out a small, red thong. Tori giggled but asked, “But how will we get him to wear it?”

“Simple. Alana will leave him a note asking him to.”

After he had regained his composure, Christian spoke. “And how are you so sure he’ll do it?”

“Because Frank is a desperate and repulsive old man,” I replied with a shrug. “When a gorgeous girl like Alana Merchante asks a guy like Frank Renaldo to wear a small red thong, he’ll wear a small red thong. All she has to do is say she really wants to see him in it.”

He shook his head at me. “The more I learn about this plan of yours, the more I worry about you, Soph.”

I just grinned at him, going back to work. I wrote a note to Frank, using my best handwriting, and I stuck it inside the bag. The note was short and sweet. It simply said that Alana wanted to see him in the little red thong.

It didn’t take very long to do all of this. It only took about an hour, but there was always the chance that Frank might get a little too excited for this date and show up early. We couldn’t risk being caught there, so after placing the bag on the bed, taking the huge bag with me, and making sure everything was in place, we left.

Christian went to wait in Tori’s car and Tori and I found the nearest women’s bathroom and went inside. I locked the door behind me, thankful it was a bathroom with a lock.

“So now what? We wait?”

“Basically,” I replied. My face lit up when I realized there were comfortable chairs in this bathroom. This hotel was beyond posh.

“How will we know what’s going on, then?”

“Tori, I’m hurt.” I faked a pout. “Clearly, you underestimate me. You and Christian both. The cameras are there for a reason. Not only will they record everything that goes on in that room from several angles, but they’ll also give us a front row view of what’s going on, right here to my laptop.” I took my laptop out of the huge bag and set it on lap. I opened it and clicked on the program that was connected to the cameras.

“Where did you learn all of this stuff?” Tori asked, seeming quite awed.

I shrugged. “I know a guy. I only know enough to be useful in these sorts of situations, anyway.”

Tori nodded once.

“Do you still have the phone?” I asked, extending my hand.

“Yeah, here,” she said, handing it to me. “What are you going to do?”

“It’s time to call in my guys,” I replied simply. “Have to make sure they’re ready. Their grand appearance is coming up.”

“What are you talking about?” She looked at me as if I had lost my mind.

I just smirked. “You’ll see.”

After I had checked with the guys, neither of us had anything to do. We sat there waiting, bored out of our minds, discussing pointless things for about half an hour before Frank showed up. He was fifteen minutes early.

There was a knocking on the door before the doorknob was turned and Frank realized the door was open. He entered slowly and looked around. “Hello? Alana?”

I snickered to myself.

He glanced around a bit more before noticing the Victoria’s Secret bag. “Oh. What’s this?” He smiled knowingly. “Got a little surprise for me, Alana?”

There was obviously no reply.

He paid no notice to this, instead walking over to the little bag and seeing what was inside. He pulled out the red thong first before pulling out the note. He read it out loud with a surprised look on this face. “For you, Franky. I know it’s strange, but I really want to see you in it. Please wear it? For me? –Alana.”

“Franky?” Tori looked at me.

“Yes,” I replied minimally. “Now, get ready. You have to go in a few seconds.”

She just shook her head.

Frank looked like he was debating with himself. On the one hand, this was beyond humiliating. On the other hand, this beautiful girl was asking this of him. Frank hadn’t even met “Alana”, but Christian had stressed that she was gorgeous. Frank obviously trusted Christian’s judgment.

“Go, go, go,” I said, shoving Tori away.

She made a small sound and ran out of the bathroom, stumbling when she remembered the door was lock. After struggling with it for a few seconds, she opened the door and ran out, slamming the door behind her.

I shook my head at her.

After a few seconds, “Alana” made her entrance, looking much more cool and collected than she had moments before. “Hello, Frank,” she said with a big smile.

Frank turned around and his eyes widened. It appeared Alana was meeting up to Frank’s standards. “H-hello.”

“I guess you found my bag,” she said with a giggle.

He laughed nervously. “I did. D-do you really want me to wear this?”

She pouted. “I do. Please?”

Frank was pudding in her hands. “Of course. Just give me a second.” He walked over to the bathroom, carrying the little bag.

He wasn’t in there for even a minute when Tori called out, “Oh, I forgot my little surprise for you in my car, baby. I’ll be right back!”

“Another surprise?” he called out.

“Uh huh.” She giggled and ran out of the room.

Instead of going to her car as she had said she would, she went back to the bathroom I was sitting in. “How was that?”

I grinned over at her as she sat down in the chair besides me. “Perfect.”

Frank came out, wearing the little red thong. I burst out laughing, loving this revenge more and more by the second. Even Tori started cracking up.

He decided he would lie on the bed in a “sexy” pose while waiting for Alana to come back.

Unfortunately for Frank, she wasn’t coming back.

I took the cell phone out and called the guys. “Now, guys!”

They voiced their consent before hanging up. Not long after, the guys I had hired entered through the door.

“What on earth…” Frank spluttered, standing up immediately when the guys entered.

The guys I had hired weren’t just any guys. They were bulky, scary-looking guys who swung the other way and were intended to make Frank as uncomfortable as possible while putting him in a very compromising position.

As the guys inched closer, Frank started panicking. He tried to leave, but the guys stopped him, touching him inappropriately as they did so.

I was going to stop them much, much sooner, but I was honestly laughing too hard. It took me too long to regain my composure. This was just too good. This made everything Frank had put me through seem worth it if it meant getting to see this.

I finally decided to make my entrance when the guys started getting too carried away. I left the bathroom with a camera and burst into the hotel room. I took a few pictures of Frank in a very compromising situation before allowing the guys to leave.

Frank was beyond angry, as I had expected. “You! This was your doing? I will sue you for every penny you have! I will ruin you! I will—”

“No, you won’t,” I answered calmly.

“What makes you so sure of that?” he hissed.

“Because you don’t want the full video to be made public, do you?” I asked him innocently.

“I know you’re going to make it public, no matter what.”

“No, I’m going to make the pictures and maybe a bit of the video public,” I corrected. “Only the beginning, though. The end is much worse than the pictures and the beginning of the video combined… you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

“What do you want?” he hissed through his teeth.

“Oh, nothing. I’m assuming I don’t even have to ask for your silence, seeing as you’ll want to protect the small shred of dignity you have left.”

“Not afraid I’ll get you back?” Frank asked, giving me a look of such indescribable hatred, I felt like laughing.

“Of course not,” I replied with a laugh. “I would hope you’d have realized by now that I’m not someone you want to mess with. Because I can assure you, this isn’t the worst thing I have up my sleeve. I can do much more. Think of what I did to Chrissy back then. Got it pictured? Now, think of what I can do now… I was just an average girl back then, basically, and I still managed to do so much. And now? Well, now, I have power, wealth and fame. I could damage you much worse than you could damage me. I don’t think you want to go there.”

“You’re disturbed,” Frank seethed.

I shrugged. “Not really. Come on, Frank. You must have known that I would somehow get back at you for everything, didn’t you?”

“I thought you gave it up and forgot about it. You already won,” Frank pointed out irritably. “You accused me of being a liar. You and Christian are publicly dating now. You won already.”

I just laughed and said, “Oh, Frank. Christian might have learned his lesson, but you clearly haven’t. There is nothing I do better than revenge.”

I took one last picture and with an evil smirk, I walked away. Just as I was about to exit the room, I called out, “Oh, and by the way, Christian told me to tell you that you’re fired.” And with that, I left.

***

As I said, this is not the last chapter! NOT THE LAST CHAPTER! There will be an epilogue. I got this cute idea for an epilogue and decided to do it. :'D

I'm supposed to be acting "emo" still, by the way, but I'm secretly forsaking it for a few minutes to type this author's note.... because being emo for a day is so depressing. D:

Seriously. I don't know how actual "emos" do it.

Also, I think my mother is scared of this new look. xD

Anyhoo.

Sorry it took so long to get this out! I think it was nearly a week... :/ Sorry!

I'll try to get the epilogue out soon, and then after that, Kidnap My Heart. :')

And about KMH.... I don't care that the idea is cliche. I'm writing it because I want to write it. Most ideas are cliche anyway. It's up to the writer to make the idea theirs. So... yeah.

Lolololololololol Sophia's revenge. Ahahahaha. I don't know where I got that from, honestly...... and it wasn't nearly as bad as I was going to make it. Gotta keep things PG-13! For the little kiddies out there 13 and under. xD

Hope you guys enjoyed! :)

(I'm stinking at replying to comments, I know... D:)