Passed over again. Ginnie Lathrop stood on the sidelines watching Jeremy Harmel pull Farrah Temple onto the dance floor. Ginnie and Jeremy used to date; well, they went on a date months ago. Jeremy told her all the right things, and they went all the way. The following day, he walked by her in the hall, ignoring her very existence. Jeremy Harmel was a bastard. He had used her and dropped her like a soiled garment into a laundry basket.

Ginnie hated him, but she couldn't get him out of her mind, thinking of what she needed to do to get herself back in his line of vision. After talking to others, she found out this was Jeremy's modus operandi. Date a girl until he gets his way, then move on to the next partner. She was an idiot when it came to matters of the heart. Ginnie had loved Jeremy from afar for years, so when he approached her, she was flattered and let her guard down. The anger stewed within her.

She was out for vengeance. Ginnie couldn't let go of her anger and didn't know how she was going to get a pound of flesh, and this had become an all-consuming need for her to resolve. When, where, and how would she make Jeremy pay for his careless treatment of her heart?

"Lela, let's leave. I am ready to go home." Lela looked at her friend and followed Ginny's gaze to Jeremy and Farrah, instantly understanding why her friend wanted to leave the dance.

"I'm good. This is a lame party anyway. I was surprised you wanted to go in the first place." Lela hopped off the bleachers, looking back at the rest of the losers who were socially awkward and not dancing.

"It's better to leave with our pride. Let's go. I wonder how many other girls feel the same as you. Being played by Jeremy Harmel." Lela remarked.

"I wasn't played, I was taken advantage of, and Lela, I am going to make him pay."

"Wow, Ginnie, those are tough words. How are you going to do that?"

"I haven't figured that out yet, but I will. Oh, stop at the store, please?" Lela pulled into the parking lot, and Ginnie hopped out.

"I'll be right back." She ran into the building and went to the cell phone section, grabbing a burner phone in a blister pack and a card with minutes. She came out with a plastic sack and a receipt in her hand.

"That was quick." Lela tried looking into the bag.

"I knew what I was going to get." Ginnie put the phone inside her coat, shielding the bag from her friend's stare.

"Do you still want to spend the night?" Lela asked Ginny, hoping she didn't want to come over.

"No, I am not feeling it. I want to go home."

"Okay." Lela was put off now that Ginnie didn't share her purchase with her friend and drove her home.

"Night, Lela."

"Night, Ginnie." She watched her friend run into the house and wondered what she would do to Jeremy. Ginnie had a temper; Lela knew from firsthand experience to never cross her friend. Ginnie didn't get even, she went the extra mile to destroy the person she felt harmed her.

"You're home?" Mrs. Lathrop called.

"Yeah, the dance was a bust, and I didn't feel like going over to Lela's house. We called it a night." Ginnie ran up the stairs before her mother could ask any more questions.

In her room, she opened the phone and plugged it in. Then she loaded the minutes after the battery was charged. Ginnie had figured out how she was going to get Jeremy back, but he had to come to her. She couldn't allow Jeremy to block her cell; she needed to start slowly.

Online, she found a picture of a cute girl and then made up a fake profile using the picture she captured. Ginnie put the girl's location in the next town so Jeremy wouldn't know who she was and started texting.

"Hi, my name is Amber Wave. We have a mutual friend who tells me you are hot." She pushed send, and her new identity went out on the web, finding a home in Jeremy's messages.

Jeremy got the text and pulled the phone out of his pocket. Farrah was in the bathroom, so he stole a peek. His face flushed as he looked around to see who the girl was. Was she at the dance? How did she know him? Who was their mutual friend?

"Who do we both know? I've never seen you before." Jeremy quickly texted her back.

"Sara Mason." She used the most popular girl in school. One that Jeremy would never approach because she was way out of his league.

"Sara thinks I'm hot?" He texted.

"No, she knows someone else who told her this."

"When can we get together and discuss this?" Jeremy was dying to meet this girl. She was friends with Sara Mason. He could get higher up on the social ladder and into a better class of girls.

Farrah came out of the bathroom. Jeremy escorted her to the bleachers.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, please." Jeremy disappeared and never came back. Farrah wasn't the type to put out; he was wasting his time with her. He would find the girl who thought he was hot. She was bold and excited him.

Leaving the building, he got to his car, laughing about Farrah wasting away with nothing to replenish her thirst. He drove to the end of the parking lot and pulled over.

"I'm available now, if you'd like," he pushed send.

"I thought you had a school dance tonight."

"I did, but it was lame, and no prospects for me to hook up."

"No one said anything about hooking up."

"Oh, sorry, I must have misunderstood. You said I was hot."

"I said that Sara was told that you were hot by a mutual friend."

"Who is that?"

"I don't give out my sources. I just wanted to know if that was true. Are you hot?"

"For you, baby!" Ginnie laughed out loud. Jeremy was a sex addict, and she was a person who needed revenge.

"Can you meet in the park?"

"Sure. I'm in my car now. Which park?"

"Collier Reserve."

"That's like fifteen miles from here!"

"Oh, then you aren't interested. That's okay. Have a good night." Ginnie punched the phone off, giggling. Jeremy panicked and sent several messages.

"Hey, I'll drive to Collier if it means meeting you!"

"Hello? Are you still here? Can we hook up? Are you screwing with me? Er, would you like to screw me?"  

Text after text came from Jeremy, and she ignored them all. A taste of his own medicine.

"How does that feel, Jeremy?"  Ginnie couldn't wipe the smile off her face. The following day, she received more messages from Jeremy and relished in his near-desperate pleas.

"When can we meet? It's Saturday, I can meet you at the park if you'd like."

Ginnie went online, found some revealing pictures, and sent them to Jeremy.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Jeremy lusted after "Amber's" nude photos, so he took a pic of his junk and sent it to her.

Ginnie bent over laughing.  He'd fallen for her ruse. Jeremy caught his expensive red Nike Alphafly 3 shoes in the picture. Everyone would know this was Jeremy's dick pick. She had him.

"Wow, meet me at Collier's Park tonight at eight. I'll be wearing nothing but a smile."

Jeremy was excited to no end. He was ready for Amber and eager to be with her and add her to his collection of girls he'd conquered. Amber Wave, a friend of Sara Mason, will be his tonight. Another notch on his belt. She seemed pretty, willing, and able.

"I can't wait," he texted. Jeremy was on pins and needles the rest of the day, thinking about hooking up. He cleaned out his car and put a pillow and blanket in the back seat. This chick was hot to trot.

Jeremy had to stop himself a few times from going over the speed limit. The pressure within him was strong. He was meeting Amber, a mysterious woman whom he'd never met, but she sent naked pictures of herself to him, and he, in return, sent naked pictures of himself. He'd never done that for anyone before.

He pulled into the Collier Reserve parking lot and waited. Fifteen minutes later, her car pulled into the parking lot. He got out and stood next to his car, posing.

She got out of the car and took off her sunglasses.

"Ginnie?" Jeremy was perplexed. The girl he was talking to was not Ginnie Lathrup. "What are you doing here?" He still hadn't figured it out yet.

She pulled out her cell phone. "You don't look like your picture either." Ginnie held up the phone, and there he was, naked as a jaybird in his red Nike Alphafly 3 shoes. There was no mistaking him.

"What are you doing with that?" Ginnie exaggerated, tapping a few keys on the phone.

"There, everyone at school now has your picture." Jeremy grabbed his hair, screaming,

"Why?"

"Why did you take advantage of me, then drop me?"

"This whole thing was a joke? You bitch. I am going to kill you!" Jeremy became a rabid dog and went for her throat. She kneed him in the groin, and he bent over while Ginnie took off running toward the river. He followed her.

"Ginnie, come here, I swear I will throttle the life out of you," Jeremy screamed. She kept ahead of him, throwing her coat and cell phone on the ground, jumping into the river.

Ginnie, a strong swimmer who was familiar with this river, took herself into the rapids and rode the water down to where the river split, something she did every summer with ease.

One side of the river was rapids of varying difficulty, and the other dead-ended into a stagnant pool. She chose the latter, but Jeremy, unfamiliar with the currents, was caught and carried away. She stood in the pond and watched him scream as the current continued to pull him under, only letting him up for short times as he rolled in the current.

Ginnie pulled herself out of the water, huffing and puffing, and trotted back to her coat. Pulling on her jacket, she reached her car and left the park.

Two days later, everyone at school talked about Jeremy. Vicious rumors whispered up and down the halls.

"I heard he sent a picture of his dick to a lot of people and then drowned himself in shame," the gossiping group standing in the hall said as Ginnie walked by.

"Why would he send everyone a naked picture of himself?"

"You know he was sex crazy. He must have regretted it afterward and decided to take his life."

That was how Ginnie Lanthrup got her revenge. She'd tossed the burner phone; no one would connect her to the crime.

Lela sat in the parking lot waiting to give Ginnie a ride home.

"Who do you think sent those naked pictures to Jeremy?"

"How should I know, Lela?" sniped Ginnie.

"I thought you bought a burner phone that day we stopped at the store after leaving the dance. Thinking that maybe, you found a way to get back at him." A loose thread, Ginnie chastised herself.

"Can you stop at the store for me?"

"Sure." While Lela waited in the car, Ginnie picked up another burner phone. Everyone has their limits, and Ginnie was going to find out what Lela's were. She needed to get revenge, and Lela was not going to like it. No, not at all.

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