Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Roasted - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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The burning question kept nagging at me - just how did Logan plan to pull this off?
I mean, come on - I'm literally living in a fortress. Campus security is tight with round-the-clock surveillance and guards. Did this idiot really think he could just waltz in here and snatch me?
I'd prided myself on figuring out his game, but Logan proved me wrong yet again. The guy was a wolf in sheep's clothing. One afternoon after class, I was heading back to my dorm when - bam - there he was, leaning casually against the building like he owned the place.
Even worse? Scott and that disgusting pig were idling in the car behind him, tapping their fingers impatiently like they were on some secret ops mission. When Logan spotted me, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Alexa! There you are! I've been waiting forever!" He threw his arms open dramatically. "You shouldn't have moved out like that. If Mom and Dad found out, they'd skin me alive for not taking care of you. Anyway..." He pulled out a scarf with this sickeningly sweet smile. "It's getting chilly. Wouldn't want my little sister catching cold."
Before I could react, he'd already looped the damn thing around my neck. That's when I felt it - something hard and cold hidden in the fabric.
The realization hit me a second too late. That dizzy spell came out of nowhere, and suddenly Logan's eyes were shining with this manic glee as he crushed me against him. "Sis! You're finally back! I've missed you so much!"
I shoved him off so hard he stumbled back. "What the actual hell, Logan?" I ripped the scarf off and threw it in his face. "It's ninety degrees out and you're bringing me winter accessories? And cut the 'welcome back' crap - I never left! I'm prepping for my Level 6 exams, so do me a favor and get lost. You're messing with my study groove."
I spun on my heel and marched into the dorm before he could recover. Through the glass doors, I saw Logan snap out of his daze and lunge after me - only to get body-blocked by our no-nonsense dorm manager.
From my balcony hideout, I had the perfect view of the unfolding disaster. When Logan's little magic trick failed yet again, Scott completely lost it. He stormed over looking ready to murder someone.
"What the hell, Logan? You swore you had a dozen ways to handle Alexa! Why isn't it working? At this rate, Jessica's gonna pop out a whole litter before we fix this!"
Logan just stood there blinking like a confused golden retriever. "But... the necklace was in the scarf. She wore it. Why didn't it...?" He shook his head. "Okay, plan B. We'll figure something else out."
I had to bite my fist to keep from laughing out loud as they peeled out of the parking lot in a rage.
Of course their stupid plan failed. Thanks to my past life memories, I knew Scott's "magic" necklace had a fatal flaw. I'd already paid a master jeweler to create a perfect replica of the gemstone. All I had to do was wait for Scott to hand over the original so I could make the switch.
While those idiots were busy playing pig farmer, I'd pulled off the perfect heist - swapped the stones and returned the necklace like nothing happened. That necklace was clearly their golden ticket for the body s No working gemstone? No freaky Friday.
Checkmate, assholes.
From what I'd seen earlier, Jessica the human pig was getting rounder by the day - probably carrying enough piglets to start her own farm. Now she'd get to experience what it's like being someone else's pawn.
But let's be real - Logan and Scott weren't going to take this lying down. They'd come back swinging with some new scheme. School might be my safe zone, but I couldn't let my guard down.
Sure enough, that evening during study hours, my phone buzzed with an unknown number. Against my better judgment, I answered - and was immediately blasted by Scott's unhinged screaming:
"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!"
I mean, come on - I'm literally living in a fortress. Campus security is tight with round-the-clock surveillance and guards. Did this idiot really think he could just waltz in here and snatch me?
I'd prided myself on figuring out his game, but Logan proved me wrong yet again. The guy was a wolf in sheep's clothing. One afternoon after class, I was heading back to my dorm when - bam - there he was, leaning casually against the building like he owned the place.
Even worse? Scott and that disgusting pig were idling in the car behind him, tapping their fingers impatiently like they were on some secret ops mission. When Logan spotted me, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Alexa! There you are! I've been waiting forever!" He threw his arms open dramatically. "You shouldn't have moved out like that. If Mom and Dad found out, they'd skin me alive for not taking care of you. Anyway..." He pulled out a scarf with this sickeningly sweet smile. "It's getting chilly. Wouldn't want my little sister catching cold."
Before I could react, he'd already looped the damn thing around my neck. That's when I felt it - something hard and cold hidden in the fabric.
The realization hit me a second too late. That dizzy spell came out of nowhere, and suddenly Logan's eyes were shining with this manic glee as he crushed me against him. "Sis! You're finally back! I've missed you so much!"
I shoved him off so hard he stumbled back. "What the actual hell, Logan?" I ripped the scarf off and threw it in his face. "It's ninety degrees out and you're bringing me winter accessories? And cut the 'welcome back' crap - I never left! I'm prepping for my Level 6 exams, so do me a favor and get lost. You're messing with my study groove."
I spun on my heel and marched into the dorm before he could recover. Through the glass doors, I saw Logan snap out of his daze and lunge after me - only to get body-blocked by our no-nonsense dorm manager.
From my balcony hideout, I had the perfect view of the unfolding disaster. When Logan's little magic trick failed yet again, Scott completely lost it. He stormed over looking ready to murder someone.
"What the hell, Logan? You swore you had a dozen ways to handle Alexa! Why isn't it working? At this rate, Jessica's gonna pop out a whole litter before we fix this!"
Logan just stood there blinking like a confused golden retriever. "But... the necklace was in the scarf. She wore it. Why didn't it...?" He shook his head. "Okay, plan B. We'll figure something else out."
I had to bite my fist to keep from laughing out loud as they peeled out of the parking lot in a rage.
Of course their stupid plan failed. Thanks to my past life memories, I knew Scott's "magic" necklace had a fatal flaw. I'd already paid a master jeweler to create a perfect replica of the gemstone. All I had to do was wait for Scott to hand over the original so I could make the switch.
While those idiots were busy playing pig farmer, I'd pulled off the perfect heist - swapped the stones and returned the necklace like nothing happened. That necklace was clearly their golden ticket for the body s No working gemstone? No freaky Friday.
Checkmate, assholes.
From what I'd seen earlier, Jessica the human pig was getting rounder by the day - probably carrying enough piglets to start her own farm. Now she'd get to experience what it's like being someone else's pawn.
But let's be real - Logan and Scott weren't going to take this lying down. They'd come back swinging with some new scheme. School might be my safe zone, but I couldn't let my guard down.
Sure enough, that evening during study hours, my phone buzzed with an unknown number. Against my better judgment, I answered - and was immediately blasted by Scott's unhinged screaming:
"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!"
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