Free Pwned by Shannen Camp Page B

get out of the life-ruining business, this was it. Now I could just be horrible to one more person before taking control and being the person I wanted to be.
    I’d just have to play along until the perfect moment .

 
    9. Dungeons and Drama
    I spent the majority of Saturday trying to make myself perfect for the party that night. I had decided to wait a few days to officially end things with Zane so the whole truck smashing incident didn’t look too suspicious. I half wondered how he’d get to the party that night without a windshield, which made me grin up at the sun.
    I was lying on a blanket in our backyard in my teal bikini, soaking up a bit of sun so that my skin would be glowing for the party. I ignored the sharp pains I got periodically in my feet from all of the glass I had stepped on the night before, deciding that I would look at the tiny cuts as battle wounds. Something to be proud of. A symbol of how I was taking control of my life.
    I wiggled my sparkly teal toes in a satisfied way. I hadn’t gone completely psycho with my rage and revenge. I considered it a pretty good trade-off to stop being a jerk to everyone in exchange for only being a jerk to the two people who deserved it.
    Besides, I was pretty much done with getting back at Zane, and I wasn’t even sure what I was going to do to put Tawny in her place. Most likely whatever I came up with would be a much nicer punishment than she ever gave her poor , helpless targets.
    I spent the rest of the day in ultra-shallow mode, taking forever to curl my long blonde hair, apply my makeup, and get dressed for the party.
    By the time 8:45 rolled around , I looked flawless. I realize that was a pretty conceited adjective, but honestly, after taking that much time to be shallow and self-absorbed all day, anything less than flawless would be a waste of time.
    My sequined teal dress showed off my tanned legs nicely, ending a few inches above my knee. I’m pretty sure Mom would have a thing or two to say about that. My hair cascaded down my bare back in golden ringlets, and I had applied some liquid eyeliner so that the thin black lines curled up at the corners, making it look like I had cat eyes. The effect was very flattering, if I did say so myself.
    Honestly, even if I hadn’t looked that good, tonight was all about being confident and giving Tawny a run for her money. I’d have to stay alert if I was going to figure out the perfect way to exact my revenge.
    Pulling up to Kimber’s house, I was slightly less than shocked by all of the cars parked outside. The only one that was a bit unusual was the car with two stickers on the back that said “I’m only here because my server is down” and “My other ride is a TARDIS.”
    I wondered, as I entered the loud and dimly lit house, if Tawny had already done whatever horrible thing she was supposed to do to Parker. I almost hoped that she had so that I wouldn’t have to witness it and feel terrible.
    Without the distraction of Parker, I could start on operation “Topple Tawny.” Originally I had called it “Operation Push Tawny Off Of Her Stupid Pedestal And Make Her See What It’s Like To Be Ruthlessly Ridiculed And Picked At,” but that title was too long.
    And possibly a little creepy.
    “Good, Reagan’s here,” I heard Tawny’s all-too-familiar voice say right beside me.
    I turned to face her, my new enemy, and couldn’t help but flinch at how gorgeous she was.
    So untouchable and fierce.
    I was hoping that I had just made her out to be some perfect person in my mind, but she really was every bit as beautiful and frightening as I had remembered. It stung a little, seeing her standing there smiling at me even though I knew what she had done.
    I could also smell her cotton candy perfume, which only reminded me how much Zane’s room reeked of that stuff and how I should have put two and two together. But I was the new and improved Reagan now. I wasn’t going to let some silly thing like nerves get