It had only been three weeks and here he was on that proverbial one knee, ring gleaming.
Janie swallowed. What was she supposed to say? You were just part of my manipulative plan to get back at Alicia?
Alicia, the high school definition of Gossip Girl meets Mean Girls. That flick of her blonde hair, the glossy lips, perfect mascara. Janie pretended not to care, but just like all the other ‘ordinary’ girls, there was a tinge of resentment. But she didn’t let it bother her too much, until that day in Science class when her experiment literally blew up (no pun intended) in her face and five minutes later her glutinous visage was all over Facebook, Instagram, Twitter (she stopped checking other social media sites after this), with snide remarks, resulting in lonely days taking refuge in empty corridors and classrooms.
Ten years later at the reunion, witnessing that unchanged flick, mortification resurfaced. As the grapevine circulated, Alicia’s connection with Brandon emerged and repressed humiliation weaved the vengeful plan that now lay at her feet, eagerly awaiting a reply.
Ashamed, Janie knew she had to confess her wrongdoing; the only problem was, she wanted to say yes.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner