The Matchmaker

The act of revenge Part 4

(This picture is of Lindsay)

ANASTASIA'S POV

Lunch time was nearing... I caught Dawn's glance and we both nodded as she smiled mischievously. "We have a new student!" Exclaimed the teacher. A nice looking girl walked up to the front of the class. "Hi! I'm Libby Collins." She said shyly. I felt sympathy for her, she seemed very nice. "You can have a seat in the empty desk between Dawn and Bryan." Mrs. Sheriby said. Libby sat down in the chair and smiled at Dawn. She sent mud covered Bryan a look of disgust. I instantly liked her. The bell rang and we all flocked out of the classroom into the cafeteria. I took out my video camera and caught up with Dawn.

JEROME'S POV

My parents had forced me to write another diary entry the day before. They said I wasn't writing in it enough and my teachers wouldn't approve. So here it is:

Dear evil diary,

Today Bryan sat in a chair full of tacks. It was my idea! :D :) I'm very proud!  Anyways, all of Dawn's friends are doing a "revenge" thing on Bryan. First he got a lunch tray smacked in his face! That was funny. Now there where tacks on his chair. Things can't get any worse for him can they?! *sigh* I know last entry was like a month ago. Since then, Bryan has CHANGED! O.O Last entry I talked about a Dawn+Bryan thing. If I told her about that she would punch my face off, sadly I wrote that entry in pen. Bai!

DAWN'S POV

It was lunch time. I walked up to Bryan and looked at him in the eye. Anastasia played music fe her phone and I started:


Ready for some revenge Bryan?

Long were the nights when
My days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps
Praying the floor won’t fall through, again
And my mother accused me of losing my mind
But I swore I was fine

You paint me a blue sky
And go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game
But you changed the rules everyday
Wonderin’ which version of you I might get on the phone, tonight
Well I stopped pickin’ up and this song is to let you know why

Dear Bryan, I see it all now that you're gone.
Don't you think I was too young
To be messed with?
The girl in the dress
Cried the whole way home, I should've known.

Well maybe it’s me
And my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it’s you and your sick need
To give love then take it away

And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back in regret how I ignored when they said,
"Run as fast as you can."

Dear Bryan, I see it all now that you're gone.
Don't you think I was too young
To be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the
whole way home, I should've known.

Dear Bryan, I see it all now it was wrong.
Don't you think fifteen's to young to be played,
By your dark twisted games when I loved you so... you should've known.
You are an expert at "Sorry"
And keeping lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry have tired lifeless eyes
Cause you've burned them out

But I took your matches
Before fire could catch me
So don’t look now
I’m shining like fireworks
Over your sad empty town

Dear Bryan, I see it all now that you're gone.
Don't you think I was too young
To be messed with?
The girl in the dress
Cried the whole way home

I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young
To be messed with?
The girl in the dress
Wrote you a song, you should’ve known.

You should’ve known
Don’t you think I was too young?
You should’ve known.

I stopped. Everyone that was around clapped. "Good luck getting another GIRLFRIEND Bryan!" I laughed. Bryan tried to speak, but no words came out of his mouth. Finally, he pushed through the crowd and walked away angrily. Anastasia smiled and held up the video camera in triumph. I walked over to her and peered onto the screen. "This is going on youtube!" I exclaimed. "You know what would be even BETTER?!" Anastasia exclaimed. "If it went on..." She started. "LINDSAY'S BLOG!" We yelled at the same time.