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It was just something about Ainsley that seemed to get under her skin in a way that she had previously thought was impossible for anyone to do. Before bed each night, it was Ainsley’s stupid, annoying face that would flash behind her eyes. When she woke up in the morning her first thought was always about stupid, annoying Ainsley.
Sasha liked to think of herself as someone who was untouchable. She stood above all the other ugly people around her, she was pretty, and manipulative, and despite how she acted, she was
smart.
And that was why Ainsley bothered so much.
She had dealt with so much, done so much to keep the Flower Scouts on top. She sold enough cookies to compete with a drug cartel for fucks sake. Yet here she was, one stupid, annoying girl with a stupid blog on stupid PhotoGlam being enough to dethrone her.
Safe to say, she was willing to do whatever it took to get that basic bitch out of her way.
The easiest solution was to bully her off PhotoGlam and the easiest way to do that? Bots, and she knew the perfect person to make them for her.
Visiting Camp Campbell wasn’t something that Sasha enjoyed doing. If anything, she hated that filthy place. There was dust everywhere, the campers were loud and annoying, and there wasn’t even any air conditioning, but she was willing to go to extreme lengths to get rid of Ainsley.
That bitch threatened her whole world! Her friends, her status, her relationship with Ms. Priss. All of it would be gone if she didn't stop her. So what if she had to sink a little low to do it, it’s not like she didn’t deserve it.
With her head hung low, Sasha looked at their activities field, finding a small tent with a sign reading “science camp” on it and sliding in, “Hey, uhhhh, Neancy was it?”
He looked startled as he turned to face her, his face returning to one of boredom once he saw that it was her.
“Actually it’s Neil-”
“Right, whatever. I need your help with something. I’ll pay you for it, I just need you to make some bots to attack someone.”
He nodded and swiveled around in the chair he was sitting in, fingers slamming on the keys of the beat up computer in front of him, “Right, what platform? And user?”
Sasha quickly rattled off stupid Ainsley’s stupid username, and it took two seconds of Neancy looking around on her account to turn around to face Sasha again.
“This won’t work, it’ll be impossible to tell my bots apart from the ones already harassing her, the internet really is a fucking cesspool.”
Narrowing her eyes, she glared at the dweeb in front of her, “So you can’t help me?”
He shrugged, looking more bored than anything else, “Nope.”
She let out an exasperated sigh before stomping out of his lame ass science tent, it was dumb to even think that a Campbell camper would be able to help her anyways, now was to the problem of sneaking the cash she had stolen back into Ms. Priss’s wallet undetected.
Before she could get too far into a new scheme, Sasha was stopped by a different camper. The short bossy one, Max was his name? They had come to some semblance of acceptance of one another on Spooky Island, but she was much more keen on pretending that whole mess never happened.
He had a malicious look in his eye as he stared at her, “I heard you have a problem with someone and are willing to pay for it to get fixed. How much are we talking?”
She narrowed his eyes as she stared down at him (seriously weren’t they the same age, why was he so short?), “What would you even be able to do? Scare her away from camp with how dry your hair is?”
He reached to touch his hair before retracting it, “Trust me, if you pay me to help you, I’ll have her gone in a few days tops.”
Sasha glared at him for a few moments, considering her options. She hated having to work with someone else, especially when that someone else seemed to think he was better than her, but all of that seemed irrelevant when compared to the massive pain in the ass that Ainsley was.
Finally, she relented and stuck her hand out in the offer of a handshake, “Deal. But if you don’t do your job I swear-”
He accepted the handshake and seemed to look even more insidious than he had previously as he spoke, “Yeah yeah, you won’t pay me or you’ll humiliate me or whatever. But we won’t have to worry about that.”
After that, they settled on a price. Thirty dollars in cash and he could poach off the Flower Scouts wifi and desert supply whenever he felt like. He said he had an idea of what to do to her and all he needed Sasha to do was to sneak him into the Flower Scouts campgrounds, she was reluctant to trust the scheming little asshole, but he had assured her that his plan was foolproof.
The duo decided to wait until the sun set, with Sasha promising to have Ms. Priss out of commission (a box of wine should do the job.) and Max saying that he would meet her there and that he had his own ways of getting out of camp.
It was simple enough sneaking him in. She just had to wait near the shrubbery for him to show up and then get him in through the kitchen entrance. The box of wine had worked like a charm, Ms. Priss was sure to have already passed out in her room by now, and all of the other girls would be fast asleep to ensure they got their beauty sleep.
It was simple.
But it was also cold.
Sasha was beginning to regret offering to wait outside to meet him there. She could’ve just waited in the kitchen and not freeze, but no, she hadn’t trusted his own ability to get around the cameras around the Flower Scouts property. The cameras weren’t even high tech, but he was a Campbell camper, they couldn’t be trusted to do anything.
Her mind wandered as she waited. Ainsley would definitely bitch if she were out in the cold, but at the same time she would probably bring some ugly tie-dye jacket with her in the first place. Or some stupid calming tea to keep her warm. What an idiot. Who the hell tie-dyes a jacket? She would talk about how she was living her best life , that the cold helps her focus on how happy she is! and talk about granola or some other stupid shit.
Before her hatred of Ainsley could go any further, Sasha was snapped out of her own thoughts by someone snapping in front of her face, “Quit zoning out, are we sneaking into this bitch or not?”
She shook off the remaining brain fog and nodded, leading Max with her into the Flower Scouts building, trying to focus on the face Ainsley would make when she was humiliated instead of how she would probably share her calming tea with everyone else.
“Preferably I’d meet her before trying to fuck up her life, but this works too. Is there anything special she does? Anything that would freak her out?”
Sasha spoke automatically, she knew far too well for her own comfort what Ainsley liked to do, “Well, she drinks some dumbass smoothies all the time and she uses this stupid shampoo she made that has essential oils in it or some other bullshit.”
“Perfect, now what kind of fucking up are we talking about here? Humiliation, pain, get her to run away, kill her?”
She shot a glare at the little shit beside her, “No, we’re not killing her. We need to do something that will make her so embarrassed that she can’t show her face here ever again.”
Max nodded, Sasha thought she could almost see the gears turning in his head. Whatever it was he was thinking of, it better be good. It would be a pain in the ass to cover for him stealing from the Flower Scouts for the rest of the summer.
“I got a plan, where’s the stupid shampoo you were talking about.”
Sasha led Max to the showers, pointing to the bag that was Ainsley’s, “There, hers is the one with the ugly pattern. The shampoo should be in a glass bottle.”
He picked up said bottle and glared at it, “Jesus fucking christ, is she rich or what? Who the hell keeps shampoo in a glass bottle , it’s the most pretentious bullshit I’ve ever seen.”
Sasha flicked her hair over her shoulder, “Yeah yeah, whatever, just… what’s your plan?”
He had an eerie smile on his face as he reached into the bag he had brought, bringing out a bottle of nair, “This should do the trick, but there are some other things that I think will really sow the seeds of her downfall.”
Sasha tapped her foot impatiently as he filled the bottle, glancing at the door she was standing beside nervously. It would be a disaster if she got caught at this point, with a Campbell camper (a boy no less!) in the showers with a bottle of nair and Ainsley’s shampoo.
However, her anxieties were unfounded. He finished his job and secured the cap onto the nair bottle, “Now, show me where she gets the stuff for her calming smoothies or whatever.”
She led him to the kitchen, feeling more bored than anything else. She had expected to be a bit more excited about this, Ainsley was getting what she deserved! She had snuck in another camper to do it, too. It was going to be perfect. She propped herself onto a counter as she watched Max dig around in their cabinets. A part of her wanted to tell him to be more quiet, but the other part was more worried about him leaving before finishing the job.
He spoke as he finally pulled a container labeled “smoothie mix” out, “Why the hell are you even out to get this girl? You’ve gotta be real desperate to ask me.”
Sasha seemed to spring to life at the attempt at conversation, especially since it gave her an excuse to talk shit about Ainsley, “She’s so annoying! She’s out to steal my friends, she’s trying to usurp my position on top of the Flower Scouts! She’s driving me insane, I hate her so fucking much. Stupid fucking Ainsley and her stupid smoothies and tie-dye and PhotoGlam and her dumb freckles.”
He snorted as he pulled something out of his bag, “Wow, sounds like you're obsessed with her. You sure you’re not in love with her or something?”
He had said it as a joke, but the question gave Sasha pause. There was no way, she fucking hated Ainsley. She was so sweet it made her sick, she stole all her friends, her stupid cute face gave her a million followers on PhotoGlam, and she didn’t even give a shit about trends or anything else.
After a moment, Sasha came to an awful realization.
Maybe she was a little in love with Ainsley?
But that wasn’t right, she was a girl. And Ainsley was so annoying. There was no way.
Whatever even if there was the smallest possibility that she had the smallest of crushes on Ainsley, it wasn’t like she could stop now. And whether she liked her or not, she was still threatening her position at the top of the Flower Scouts. It didn’t matter.
She stayed silent as she watched Max mix powder from a container labeled laxatives into the smoothie mix.
After a moment of her not responding to his question, he burst out laughing, “Holy shit you really are in love with her! This is even more of a train wreck than I thought it was!”
Sasha stared at him with her best death glare, “Shut up. I can always call for Ms. Priss and say you broke in and are trying to sabotage us.”
He pointed at her with the spoon he had been using, “And then I can tell them all about your little crush on Ainsley.”
That shut Sasha up well enough. He continued mixing in what seemed like an unreasonable amount of the laxatives before sealing up the container he had brought and placing it in his bag, putting the smoothie mix back where he had found it, “Alright, one more thing. Where is she right now?”
“Ew, just ‘cause I hate Ainsley doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you be a creep .”
He rolled his eyes, “I was planning on making it look like she pissed herself but, whatever you say, your highness.”
She huffed and turned away from him, “Whatever, just follow me.”
She led him up to the communal bedroom all the girls shared, and pointed out Ainsley, “Do your weird bullshit.”
He nodded and went up to her, pulling a bottle of water out of his bag and dumping it on top of the bottom half of her body, putting a lot less effort into this than he had with all of the other tricks. Sasha was almost impressed with how calm he seemed to be as he screwed the cap back onto the bottle and shoved it back into his bag.
He turned to face Sasha, “All done. Now get me out of here, it smells like cheap perfume.”
Ignoring his insult, she led him back out to the kitchen door, “Thanks. Here’s your payment,” she handed him a wadded up ball of cash, “If you see anyone coming while your leaving, just run into the woods, I don’t want you to fuck up and get us caught.”
He nodded, “Pleasure doing business with you.”
She gave him a curt nod and closed the kitchen door as he walked away.
With a sigh, she leaned against it. It was done. If Ainsley still managed to stay in the Flower Scouts after having her hair burned off, practically being poisoned by a smoothie, and coping with the humiliation of having everyone think she wet the bed, then maybe she deserved to stay.
Maybe Sasha would prefer that.
No, ew, gross it’s fucking Ainsley, what was she thinking?