INSANE FOR YOU

DENOVA'S POV

"Look at them," I said to my best friend, Cameron as she munched away on a bag of Cheetos while I glared spitefully at my ex boss and his band of uncultured misfits. "Just sitting there, laughing and getting ready for the shoot. I should be in there right now!"

Cameron chewed loudly which agitated me even more, and I turned to pass my hard glare to her. She squirmed, getting the memo, and stopped chewing immediately.

"You said you didn't care about the shoot but here we are playing 'spy kids' on Chad and his poorly selected models. Which is it?"

"You think they were poorly selected too, right?" I asked, ignoring her question and dwelling on the fact that she also thought those girls in there were not worthy as well.

She sighed and kept the almost empty bag of Cheetos on the floor beside her.

"What are we really doing here?"

By here, she meant the front of Claireline Studio inside CBC department store, the biggest, luxurious and most expensive department store there ever was.

There was supposed to be a photoshoot for a new face cream that was produced by Clenton, a small cosmetics company that relied on how beautiful their models were for pushing sales instead of the contents of their products. I was supposed to be one of the models, but, the person in charge refused to let me be a part of it for petty reasons and my stupid agent agreed to it!

"I don't know, okay? I'm mad and I'm angry and I feel violated. He molested me and kicked me off the team because I wouldn't comply and now he's in there, surrounded by pretty girls and having a good time while I'm out here, jobless and slowly losing my mind because of how hurt and angry I feel, knowing that I can't do anything about it!"

Tears began to well up in my eyes and I blinked them away. Oh, the audacity of Chadwick to support Mr. Dinero after what he did to me! If I had the money, I'd sue them both.

Cameron's lips began to quiver, and she pulled me in and hugged me tight.

"Sweetie, I am so sorry that you went through that..."

"I want revenge," I said, interrupting what I'm sure would have been a heartfelt speech, suddenly feeling the need to pay Mr. Dinero back. Cameron backed away from our hug and stared at me like I had finally lost it.

"By revenge, you mean justice, right? As in going to the police and reporting this case so that he can be dealt with according to the law?"

I shook my head. "No. I mean mess him up real bad. Take matters into our own hands. Do something that he'll regret for the rest of his life."

"Denova..." she started in a warning tone but I cut her off sharply when I witnessed something unholy happening in the studio through the wall length glass window.

"OMG! Look at that. Just take a look at that, Cammie. He's at it again."

Inside the studio sat Dinero and a beautiful blond girl of about twenty on a two-sitter couch. She was clad in black leather pants, boots to match and a white tank top. Deniro's slimy hands were all over her, and, even though she clearly didn't like the contact made obvious by her constantly shrugging him off, his stupid asshole brain didn't register that and kept doing what he wanted. Disgusting pig!

"This is what I mean. The law wouldn't make him pay; they'll just ask him to pay a fine."

"Payment is still being made regardless," she responded ignorantly. I gave her a deadpan look.

"Don't be ridiculous Cameron. Just...don't."

Sighing, she bent to pick up her snack and continued her annoying munching noises.

"What do you want to do to him? Smash his head in? I was only joking Denova, jeez," she added when she saw the smile of approval on my face after she made that suggestion.

"I have a better idea. Follow me." And without warning I grabbed her by the wrist and hurled her over to the elevator that took us down to the basement parking lot.

"Mr. Dinero just got himself a brand new Rolls Royce. On installment."

Adrenaline coursed through my whole body as I eagerly searched for his Rolls Royce. I didn't know the plate number, but I knew it was bright red and that he parked it in the VIP spot even though he wasn't one.

"Denova, I don't think this is a good idea." There was panic and apprehension in her voice as she followed me reluctantly.

"You don't even know what I want to do," I replied while checking the logo on each of the vehicles parked in the VIP section. No Rolls Royce yet.

"It doesn't take a genius to figure out what you want to do. Expensive car + penchant for revenge = serious trouble that you will get into if you don't stop this madness now."

"Too late. Already found it." I drummed my fingers triumphantly on the hood of the car while Cameron muttered profanities.

"Great. You found it, now let's go!" She was still holding the bag of Cheetos and I snatched it from her. Too bad it was empty.

"You can't do that," she complained as I tossed the empty bag on the floor. "That's littering."

While she was bending to pick up my trash, I was taking off my earrings and getting it ready to be used as a writing tool.

"The thing is, dear best friend, I am so out of it right now that I don't even care about the rules. Heck, I don't even care about the rules of grammar!"

An ear piercing shriek escaped from Cameron's throat, and while she was screaming her head off with her blue eyes getting bigger each time her pitch rose, I was busy laughing at the master piece in front of me.

I had clumsily carved out the words 'Deniro is a ashule' on the side of his car. I even added a smiley face emoji that somehow ended up looking like a smiley devil emoji.