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Tales of Revenge
Remember Me?
Jasmine has a long memory and a plan
Jasmine stepped back and admired herself in the mirror. The dress was expensive, but worth it. She liked how the material clung to her curves and emphasized her flat stomach.
She ran her fingers through her thick auburn hair and smiled. “Bubba Johnson, eat your heart out.”
Once upon a time, Jasmine was the chubby kid with coke-bottle glasses nobody acknowledged, but not anymore. Now it was time to exact a revenge that had been cooling for the past ten years. No way he’ll be able to resist. After one last mirror check, she grabbed her purse off the table and headed out the door.
Jasmine’s lipstick-pink Miata looked out of place amongst the battered pick-up trucks and dusty minivans in the high school gym parking lot. She stepped out of her car and immediately felt fifteen again, and half expected some jerk to come along and trip her while he and his friends laughed.
She huffed out a breath. No reason to be nervous. Nobody’s going to remember me, and that’s exactly how I want it. She gave herself a quick once-over in her compact, breathed deeply, and pushed through the gym doors as if she had always belonged.
