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She scoffs, still staring at me as I glare at Bella.

“I have some stuff to take care of downtown. You'll need to Uber back to campus.”

I hear her scoff again before she shakes her head and shoves her chair back.

“This is ridiculous,” she snaps. I bristle as I feel her finger jam into my shoulder. “You are ridiculous, you know that?” Then she whirls on Bella. “And you are a fucking psycho, you crazy bitch.”

“Great hang, Violet,” Bella drawls in a bored tone, glaring right back at me.

“It’s Vivienne!”

“Yeah,” Bella shrugs. “That’s what I said. Vicky.”

I’m still glaring daggers at Bella as Vivienne storms out of the restaurant. We stay like that another minute as the rest of the place gradually realizes the show's over and goes back to their own dinners.

“Good evening, miss!” the waitress says brightly. “Can I bring you a drink or⁠—”

“She won’t be staying,” I murmur darkly.

Bella sighs as her eyes swivel to the waitress. “Apparently, I won’t be staying. He’s so controlling.”

The waitress frowns and gives me a cold look before she nods some sort of girl-code thing at Bella and walks away.

“What is wrong with you?” I mutter.

“How much time do you have?”

I shake my head. “Having fun?”

“Tons!” She grins. “I’m debating going out for the drama club. What did you think? ”

“That depends. Are they doing Sweeney Todd?”

She rolls her eyes.

“Bella.”

Those icy blues swivel to me. “Hmm?”

“Seriously, what the fuck is in the bag?”

Her lips curl deviously at the corners, but she says nothing. Sighing, I reach out, drag the bag toward me, and then untie it to peer inside.

Jesus…

“This looks suspiciously like a bag of literal severed dicks.”

Bella shrugs. “I did tell you that. Why does no one believe me when I say things?”

“Probably because no one believes you’d actually be insane enough to bring a bag of dicks into a fucking restaurant?”

“Well, that’s on them.” She plants her hands on the edge of the table and stands. “Anyway, enjoy the rest of your meal!” She nods her chin at the bag in front of me, smirking. “Seems like dessert is already wrapped up for you!”

The secret to a great payback is, you take your time.

You wait. You let the offending party relax. Revenge is a marathon, not a sprint, and you need to pace yourself.

Which is why I wait a full week to make my move on Bella’s kill room after I track it down by tailing her for five days.