Anna had always been a relatively reasonable girl. When faced with a choice, she always weighed out the options, made a list of pros and cons, and thought logically. However, the choice she made was always definite. No turning back, no regrets. Today, she had made a choice.
Daphne would pay for her actions.
Armed with a bluetooth carefully hidden behind her hair, Anna would have her revenge. After a sizable fallout between the two, Daphne had taken to shit-talking on her blog. She made posts noting Anna as "ugly," and "stupid," all while trying to maintain the idea that no one could compete with her own cuteness. Of course, being the coward that she was, Daphne was never brave enough to make such comments in person. She was eager to hide behind her blog, daring Anna to "fight her," in pathetic little passive-aggressive posts. More than anything, Daphne was always manipulative. She made friends solely for the purpose of stealing them, using them as an advantage above others. There had been countless times when she wooed the friends of her friends, then turned them against each other. Anna knew that Daphne's passive-aggressive posts were urging her to get physical, just so Daphne could call the Dean and get her expelled. That wasn't going to happen.
"Dane, I'm glad you came." Anna smiled as she opened her front door, welcoming her guest. "Can I get you something to drink?" She batted her lashes, smoothing down the front of her just-too-short skirt.
Dane, who looked around nervously, quickly entered the house and turned down the drink offer. "You said you wanted to talk?" He asked, swallowing thickly. Anna just grinned. She could see the fear in his eyes, see the sweat on his brow. He was terrified that Daphne would find him fraternizing with the enemy. And she would. But all in good time.
Anna led Dane to her living room, taking a seat on the couch. She let her skirt pool over her thighs, exposing them just enough to catch his eye. Dane had been unlucky enough to be roped into being Daphne's boyfriend. Though he didn't fit her 'type,' he had money that he was willing to spend on Daphne, and that's all she needed. Dane wasn't particularly smart nor attractive, which is why he so eagerly agreed to be monogamous with her. What he didn't realize, however, was how limited their sex life would be. "Thank you for coming. I'm sure it wasn't easy to get away from her for the afternoon." Anna said softly, feigning a pout and a sigh. "I'm sure you've heard that Daphne and I aren't friends anymore."
Dane's glance wavered and he swallowed nervously, as if he was afraid to give out too much information. "Err, yeah. I...I heard." He stammered, unable to look Anna in the eyes.
"You should know...I'm not one to gossip, but when it's so important I just..." Anna lowered her head, playing up her role as the troubled, considerate victim. In fact, she felt as if she were channeling Daphne herself.
"What do you mean?" Dane asked, finally glancing back at Anna. She had caught his attention. Good. Now she just had to keep him on the line.
"Well, I spent a lot of time with Daphne, as you know. She told me a lot of things...things that I was afraid to tell people. And...oh Dane!" Anna lifted her head, resting her hand on top of her prey's, "You're just such a nice guy. I can't bear to leave you in the dark about it anymore!"
Dane's eyes quickly followed Anna's hand, moving slightly, as if marveling at the feeling of being touched affectionately. After staring for a little too long, his eyes snapped up to meet Anna's. "What do you mean?" He asked softly, almost too scared to ask.
"Well...she always talked about how much she wished she was single. I mean, she's even posted about it on her blog before." Anna frowned, averting her eyes, as if to look guilty. "She made me promise never to mention it, but...I felt like you needed to know." Anna turned her body to face Dane, her full chest jiggling in her tight-fitting top. "But that was just the beginning. She would always brag about how she had you wrapped around her finger. How she never had to pay for anything, and never had to sleep with you..." Anna continued, hiding her eagerness as she watched for Dane's reaction.
He, of course, was crushed. His self-esteem was fleeting, and he seemed to be internally melting. To be fair, Anna wasn't completely lying. At least not yet. The claim about posts on Daphne's blog were true, and while Daphne had never admitted to using Dane for his money, it was obvious. Dane sat speechless, heartbroken, and altogether overwhelmed.
'Now to hit him where it hurts,' Anna thought to herself.
