A Thirst for Vengeance (Lizzy)

The satisfaction of shoving Lizzy's face into the dirt proves to be much too tempting for you, and you quickly solidify the plans that you had been mulling over since her spell over you had first broken. Your stride takes you through the crowded hallways of your school, and you absent-mindedly nod to several people you greet you with beaming smiles. Honestly, you don't know how people can be so cheery while they're stuck in this instittution, but then again, it is Senior year. The constant buzzing of the surrounding chatter only helps to dull your mind further, allowing you to escape from the perpetual sense of hustle that fills the lives of most every modern teen. Your try to focus on your long legs as they continue down their pre-programmed path, the steady rhythym allowing you to think uninterrupted. You are thinking of publicly, and perhaps legally, putting Lizzy under your control through a very devious and carnal manner. She would be proud of its deceit and trickery if she both knew about it before-hand and was the one executing it. However, due to the reversal of roles, you feel that you have the upper hand by a long stretch. It of course includes some humiliation on your part to begin with, as an investment, but if executed correctly, and with a bit of luck, its possible that you could avoid that as well.

The first step was to find Lizzy and talk to her alone. This proves no easy task, as she often surrounds herself with others constantly to feel important in some way, recently having resorted to taking Eve under her wing. You're not sure how to feel about this, but it most likely explains the abrupt and unexpected break-up that you two underwent. However, on this day, you happen to be very fortunate. Lizzy is walking alone down the hallways, with her head bowed down slightly. She sees you from a small distance, her emerald eyes flash, and she quickly turns her head so that her raven hair covers her face more completely. She takes longer strides, and picks up her pace. However, she cannot exceed your peed without raising commotion, and this just so happens to be a day wherein she actually finds the idea of a public scene unappealing. You approach more quickly than she can counter, and tap her on the shoulder, trying your best not to laugh aloud and to keep looking as timid as humanly possible. She turns to face you with her world-renowned face of arrogant haughtiness, which is no doubt covering a pure panic and shock that you even approached her, or that you had the balls. Lizzy only appreciates things that she does not expect when the person offering it is trying to please her, and she knows that you are not the type of person who would forgive her easily. She knows that you know exactly what kind of person she is, and that terrifies her more than anything else.

"And what would you want, John?" The amount of self-superiority in the timbre of her voice makes your blood boil, and you feel no greater desire than ot punch her in the face right there. And while that would be satisfying, you know that she would be able to play such a situation so well that a jury would likely convict you of **** within minutes, even without a body or modus operandi.

With herculean effort, you suppress your anger and try your best to put on a shamed, fearful smile and say...