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Urghhh… fuckin' parties, Belle cursed under her breath as she stepped into Liora's sprawling two-story house.
The front doors swung open, revealing a crowd of students packed into the open-plan living room.
Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystals catching the flashing colored lights, scattering rainbows across the polished wooden floors. The music thumped from massive speakers in the corners, making the walls pulse with bass. Glasses clinked, laughter rang, and the scent of perfume, cheap cologne, and the faint tang of smoke hung heavy in the air.
Belle paused at the threshold, letting it all wash over her. For a moment, she just allowed herself to enjoy it—the chaos, the laughter, the freedom.
This was it, the night for revenge...she smiled to herself at the thought of that.
She was dressed to dominate: a sharp black tailored blazer over a sleek crop top, high-waisted leather trousers hugging her long legs, pointed heels that clicked against the floor, every movement precise and dangerous. Her hair fell in intentionally messy waves, and her smoky eye makeup and deep dark lipstick gave her the kind of presence that made people step aside without thinking.
Liora practically bounced into her, spinning in a blur of energy. "Belle! You made it! Oh my gosh, you have no idea—this party is insane! Come on, we have to—"
"I can see that," Belle said, letting a faint smile slip. She allowed herself a sip of the punch being passed around a low table stacked with colorful cocktails and red solo cups. Students were clustered around the makeshift bar, near the pool doors, and by the small DJ booth set up in a corner.
Phones were already raised, filming, making comtents whispering. She liked that.
For the next three hours, Belle moved through the crowd like a predator in plain sight. She laughed with Liora, danced near the center of the living room, teasing and observing, letting the music carry her. She sipped drinks, let the crowd take notice, and smiled faintly as students kept glancing her way. Liora was bouncing constantly, shouting, pointing, practically vibrating.
"Oh my God! Guys! She's my best friend! " Liora screamed, spinning, hands flailing, laughing so loud some nearby students jumped. Belle allowed herself to enjoy the attention, letting the invisible threads of power ripple through the room.
Then, like a storm she had been waiting for, Jayce appeared. He lingered near the bar corner, smirking, trying to look confident. The faint light caught the curve of his jaw, but his gaze snapped instantly to Belle.
"Fancy seeing you here," he said, loud enough for some nearby students to hear. "Thought you'd hide from everyone after… well, you know."
Belle's eyes narrowed. Her lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Fucking hell, Jayce. You're so pathetic. You really are."
His smirk faltered. He tried to mask his discomfort with bravado, stepping slightly closer. "Oh, come on, don't act like—"
"Shut up," Belle snapped, voice cutting across the thumping music. She stepped toward him, the polished floor under her heels amplifying every step. "You think I don't know what you did? You leaked my nudes to the school's platform, humiliated me, tried to ruin me… in front of everyone!"
A small circle of students formed, drawn by the raised voices. Phones pointed, whispers growing louder. Jayce's grin trembled. "I—uh—I didn't—"
"Yes, you did," Belle interrupted, voice rising, echoing against the chandeliers above. "Pathetic little idiot. Do you really think I'm scared of you? Do you think you can touch me?"
He took a step back, suddenly aware of how small he felt under her gaze. But pride refused to let him retreat. "You think you're better than me, huh?"
"i know, I know I'm better than you" Belle said, loud and deliberate, making sure the students near the bar and along the balcony could hear her.
"And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."
"you're a slut Belle, you're just a fuckin' bitchy slut, and that's all you'll ever be" he wasn't ready to back down.
The tension snapped. Words flew like blades. Belle advanced toward him, the fingers of her right hand folded in a fist, and a tiny flicker of fire dancing at the tip of her left hand pinky, visible only if you were paying close attention. Then she gave it to him, a punch, a hard punch —the one her dad thought her to throw for self defense when she was seven.
Jayce's eyes widened. His jaw clenched, a glitter of sparkling red liquid was immediately visible .
His pride shattered in real time.
"You really are unbelievable," he growled, fury flashing across his face. "I'm not done with you, Belle!"
"Pathetic," she said, letting the words slice through the crowd's murmurs. Her presence alone made him step back, the tiniest tremor in his posture betraying fear.
Leaning slightly closer, she added, "Don't forget i can do something very terrible to you Jayce. Take this as a warning, cuz next time, I won't hold back." her eyes were filled with fire at this moment.
"Oh my God! She just did that! That's my best friend y'all! My fuckin' best friend!" Liora squealed behind her, bouncing on her heels.
Students nearby laughed, cheered, and whispered, capturing every second on their phones.
Belle smirked, letting it happen.
Jayce's fists tightened.
His face was pale, lips bleeding slightly from the sharp jab Belle gave him while stepping past—just enough to sting, not enough to break him. His humiliation was palpable, every inch of him shaking, but his pride refused to let him collapse entirely.
"I'll get back to you, Belle Corsini," he hissed, his voice a dangerous whisper as he retreated toward the back door. "Mark my words."
Initially, she wanted to do something worse than just breaking Jayce's pride but her dad thought her that the show of power is knowing when to bring down your fist. So, she let him go.
Turning back to Liora, who grabbed her hand, dragging her toward the center of the living room, back into the music, the laughter, the dancing. Belle let the adrenaline fade slightly as the party continued around her.
Music pulsed.
Drinks glistened in the colored lights.
Students moved like waves around them, some cheering Belle silently for the display she just gave. She laughed with Liora, feeling the surge of power and control course through her veins. For the first time since the scandal, she felt untouchable.
Outside, just under the dark blue starless sky, in the shadows near the garden, Jayce's figure lingered.
His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on Belle through the large front windows. The flickering chandelier light reflected in his gaze, now dark and simmering. A slow, wicked smirk crept across his face. "I'll get back to you, Belle Corsini," he muttered again, promise in every syllable.