Rick's point of view. I'm SO MAD. REALLY ANGRY!!! Cry-baby?! Let's see about who'll be crying now. My angry footsteps echoed against the whole corridor. Scared students would back-off and give way for me. "WHERE'S CHELSEA?!" I angrily demanded, making the student infront of me jump in surprise. "O-over there." he nervously stammered. I stomped my way through the crowd and spotted the beautiful creature beside the window. Her shiny hair flew as the wind blew. It was a beautiful scene. But I would not be fooled anymore. "CHELSEA!" I angrily called out. Startled, Chelsea quickly turned and faced me. As soon as she saw my face, her expression softened. "Hi Rick." Chelsea happily greeted me. My whole body fumed in anger. Why is she happy? Is she mocking me? "DON'T MOCK ME, HOMER," I shouted which made her shiver, "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!" "Huh? What do you mean?" Chelsea asked, totally confused. "DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME! Those POSTERS! I know those were your DOING!" I scoffed. My tone was getting louder and more threatening. Chelsea's expression darkened. "I don't know what you're talking about, Rick. I won't do such a MEAN thing to you!" she defended wholeheartedly. With her sincere expression, I almost believed her. But I promised myself. I won't be fooled. "Don't LIE to me, Chelsea!" I challenged. "I really DIDN'T!" Chelsea persisted. "Liar. You're DYING to go to the University of Arts and Science to the point that you're spreading cruel and UNTRUE gossips behind my back." I scoffed. Chelsea's lips quivered. Her gentle eyes watered. "I said that I didn't do it, didn't I?" she whispered. "Chelsea..." I trailed off, feeling guilty. "I'm not," Chelsea angrily interrupted, "rich like you, you know? That's why I want to get this recommendation letter so much." "You think I could get that money so easily? You have supporting parents, anyway." I spat out. Chelsea quickly looked up and stared at my eyes. Her body was shaking in anger. "You don't know me, Anderson. So DON'T JUDGE ME!" Chelsea exclaimed and immediately exited the eerie classroom. Tsk. I can't let her go now. "Chelsea, WAIT!" I called out as I ran after her. Chelsea's footsteps hastened. I chased with her all my might. Really. I'm so stupid. Suddenly, Chelsea halted and stared at what was infront of her. I managed to catch up with her. "Wh-what's the problem? Why did you stop?" I asked while gasping for air. I followed Chelsea's gaze. OH NO. It was a poster again. A bigger one. It says... Voting for CHELSEA HOMERS? Nah, she's NOT WORTH IT. Just vote for RICK ANDERSON!!! "Ch-Chelsea, I didn't do this..." I trailed off. Chelsea just froze in place. Suddenly, somebody patted me at the back. "Hey, Rick!" Dale greeted me cheerfully. "Dale! Do you know who did this?" I asked as I pointed at the anti-Chelsea poster. "Yeah! Lance and I did it! Do you like it? It's a little 'revenge' for the little devil." Dale loudly announced. Chelsea quickly turned around and glared at Dale. "Uh-oh." Dale murmured. Chelsea took a step infront of me. "I don't know who's really CRUEL here, Rick. Me? Who was blamed for everything that she did not do? Or you? Someone who took his revenge on someone innocent?" Chelsea inhaled and mouthed these hateful words. "DON'T... ... talk to me anymore."