The Ugly Duckling...

Maria laid across her bed. Twirling her dark curls around her fingers. She was heated. Boiling with anger. Keith had definitely become too big for his britches. The more she vented, the more her temper flared. "When I first met him; he couldn't buy a date! So tell me when did he become prince charming or Casanova? Does he really think he's that hot? He's not that cool!"
Jaime laughed. "I know! That's what's so funny about it all. Didn't James encourage you to talk to him anyway?"
"Yes, he did! I only did it to be nice! I can't freaking believe how this scum bag has betrayed me!"
"Maria the best thing to do right now is to forget about him. Just forget about everything. He's a loser. He won't get very far in life. He will reap what he's sown."
Maria grabbed her temples. If only life were that simple. If only the people who offended us really did receive their just rewards. But in the real world she knew that wasn't true. Sowing and reaping were concepts. It never happened in reality. The only way she could get back at Keith was if she took action.
Jaime sat on the edge of her bed. Maria's silence was making her nervous. "Hey...you still there?"
"Yeah, I'm here." Her voice was cold; icy almost.
Jaime took a deep breath. "I hope you're not going to do what I think you're gonna do... I mean he's totally not worth it."
Maria pressed the phone tightly against her ear; her vision blurry from crying. She was done being nice. It had gotten her nowhere. Keith was a loser! A nothing! A nobody! Until he met her. He was just an ugly duckling. How could he betray her? 
For some strange reason, the nicer she was; the more she was abused. But now she was done being nice. She'd grown weary in doing well. It was time for him to feel her wrath and pay for his transgressions...


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