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A quick and sweet vendetta

Final part

“They’re saying someone messed up with my car,” Aaron told Felicity the next day when she visited him again. “Someone wanted this to happen.”

After the interview with the cop, Felicity had talked to Maggie, who was freaking out. She assured her friend that she got this, they just had to stick to their story.

“I've heard. This is awful!” Felicity sat on Aaron’s bed and petted his hand.

“Did you see anyone near my car when you were at the parking lot?”

Felicity shook her head, taking her time admiring her boyfriend’s features. Even though he was hurt and pale after the surgery, he looked very handsome. Hopefully, he would be out of his cast just in time for prom. Felicity had already picked her dress, one that would assure her the queen crown next to Aaron as her king.

“Fee,” Aaron said in a somber tone. “I know we were broken up. I got my memory back this morning.”

“I-I,” Felicity didn’t know what to say, she’d been caught.

Luckily, Aaron seemed to understand, he held her hand and looked deep into her eyes. “It’s okay, I’m not mad. You saw me with Linda, didn’t you?”

Rage made Felicity’s blood boil all over again. She’d thought they were past this, she’d thought the accident had ripped Aaron’s mind from that skank.

Once more, she didn’t need to say anything to her boyfriend (she refused to think of him as her ex, not again), he nodded patiently.

“That must have been awful,” he said in an understating voice. “I should have told you first, better yet, I should have waited longer before going out with someone else.”

Felicity’s rage turned into pain. He was speaking as if he wanted to stay apart, as if he hadn’t changed his mind about her. “What are you saying? Are you breaking up with me again?”

“Technically, we never got back together.” He shrugged, the boy shrugged despite his multiple injuries.

“No!” she shouted suddenly, jumping out of his bed. “You can’t dump me again. This can’t be for nothing!”

“What are you talking about?” Aaron asked, chocked by her reaction.

“This!” She pointed at him and at the hospital in general. “It was only meant to scare you. Not cause an accident. I must have put the foam mix in the wrong place…”

She didn’t realize what she’d said, but Aaron wasn’t groggy from his surgery anymore, he understood it perfectly.

And before Felicity could take it back or try to apologize, he was calling a nurse who then called the hospital security when the girl refused to leave.

“Aaron, I love you! I’m sorry!” were the last words Felicity told her ex-boyfriend. That is, until her trial two months later.

Turned out Maggie had cut a deal with the district attorney, she testified against Felicity in exchange for a minor penalty. That, added to Felicity’s accidental confession, made her case an easy one (for the DA, of course).

She did get a few sympathetic fans, but they weren’t part of the jury so it didn’t matter in the end.

“Hey, newbie. A pretty girl like you is scarce meat around here,” a large woman in an orange jumpsuit like Felicity’s greeted her. “How did you end up here?”

“It was a poorly executed vendetta.” Felicity smirked, “I won’t make the same mistake next time.”


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