#rivervale_lodge

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Symon has his information, finger prints, passwords, it wasn't hard. And oh my the things one learns....this heinous bitch has been talking so much behind people's backs that if her 'best friends' knew how she had sabotaged them at one time or another- they might murder her. She's also dragged one boy out o the closet by telling the least gay friendly folks at school, then went to his rescue to look like a hero. In short, risking ruining his life in order to get praise for helping him pick up one or two pieces of the world she shattered.

He takes his time - the best secrets are collected with care, after all. Her locker should be easy enough to get into... either by popping the cheap lock, or squirming a hand through the vents... he pokes through the most obvious sources for good dirt. Journal, diary, passed notes from classes... and the coveted smart phone - not only to peruse her texts, images, and stored emails, but also checking social media for private posts, messages, etc. After all, if FacePage is going to share all of your private data with people anyways, why not let him have a peek? He's amused, but not surprised, at the depths of her dirty deeds. But, he keeps searching... she's got to have some hidden dirt of her own... every body does.

The smartphone? Well, she has activities in water that she doesn't take it along for. That was the gold mine in her dealings with others. But her own?

Mmm trickier, she doesn't seem to be into drugs. Or have a way too old sugar daddy (Though she certainly encourages gifts from boys and is getting good practice in on the side at being a a future Sugar baby).

Passed notes confirm working against others. FacePage PMs do much the same.

But it's the doctor appointment that catches his eye.

His dad is a doctor, he may not know every doctor in the area (Who would want to?) but Symon doesn't recognize this 'Doctor Wyman' by name.

It's easy enough to do a search online to check for what specialties that particular doc might cover...

Plastic Surgeon!

Meanwhile, snip snap snip, screenshots secreted away, and snaps taken of paper for 'reference'... Oh my. Maybe she's had assistance in her nosey dealings.

She did, and speaking of NOSEY Dealings.. mmm

He ponders on how to get more information. HIPPAA makes even a savvy PC slinker pause at trying to gain details, and going to the office sounds like a lot of work. Think smarter, not harder.

Ah! Instead of looking forward, he looks back. Online, through class photos, images posted by family members, etc. Perhaps there is a picture of a younger, fresher, un-retouched Brittany...

What might he find? A jumbo schnozz? A crooked smile? Or maybe a big ol' WART?

Horraay for Grandpas trying to use Facepage! It's old, and buried, but there it is 'my precious girl' with..holy shit, what is she from the line of Jimmy Durante’? And that mole isn't just huge, it has hair in it.

BINGO. The mole has found a mole. Snip snap saved. Muahahaha. This should be enough, he thinks, as he carefully replaces everything just as he's found it... resisting the urge to leave one of his saved milk boxes in the back of her locker for later. Such pooka tricks are beneath him, after all, he muses, as he heads back to class, sipping at a carton that is more chunk than liquid at this point. Mmmm, his snack is sour, but the day's work is so sweet.

with a sense of pride, dark joy, and an odd urge to steeple his fingers and chuckle darkly to himself for some reason, Symon goes through his classes with a sense of smug accomplishment, smugness that is well earned.

(End scene, for now)

He starts out small.

"I know your secret." A note, left in Whitney, Queen Mean Girl of School's, locker - just a scrap of paper, really, written in the loopy, playful cursive endemic to teen and tween girls the world over.

"I know what you've been doing." With a little heart, stuck in the cover of her English book.

...He watches, carefully, from the sidelines. Hoping to see paranoia growing.

"I've read your burn book." A colorful little flame pattern, in glitter-pen ink, folded and left on the desk that SHE always claims in Science class.

"You think you're good at NOSE-ing around, but there's a MOLE on the inside..." cute, squiggly underlines for emphasis, somehow slipped inside her lunch bag.

Meanwhile, little notes have also been passed to a select few around the school. The boy who she "rescued" from the bullies. The girl that had been mocked for having a training bra and then soothed by Whitney - just in time to share coveted Boyz B Boyz concert tickets that she'd gotten for her birthday.
The jock who was kicked off the football team after someone spilled that he'd plagarized his essay... after turning Whitney down for a date. And a few others...

Even Brittney, her Number 2 Bitch, may be casting odd looks at her idol, after getting a hot tip that Whitney may have been the one to leak that story about the time she wet the bed at a middle-school slumber party...

Each note carefully points attention towards Whitney being not quite the sweet princess she attempts to come off as... aiming to build up her paranoia, while at the same time, turning her allies against her.

Pointedly, he does NOT mention Siv, or give her any notice. After all, Whitney hadn't actually acted on her nasty plot yet... and any tie to Siv may lead back to the source...

If Whitney has a hunted look, well, there's reason for that

And angry glares from former allies dig into her back.

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