Part two- Revenge is sweet

This was the first time I had been abroad with my girlfriends. I've heard it said that one doesn't get to know people truly and really until you live with them. Its true.
I was off sick from work. I had returned from Majorca with Pleurisy, injuries and an intense hatred of a group of girls I felt I no longer knew. I sat alone in my parents semi seething at how they had left me to fend for myself whilst I had intense heatstroke, pleurisy and had fallen numerous times in the apartment due to lack of water and food. Where were they? Doing what many girls do on an 18-30 holiday, forgetting their responsibilities at home and drinking, fornicating and generally ditching me. I dont think it was that they didnt give me water, or call the doctor after I had fainted on the balcony outside or that they were having sex with boys they'd just met in my room the final insult was when Chris, my once best friend, slapped my face and told me that I had ruined their holiday. That hurt more than anything.
I had known Chris for ten years and we hung out together at friends houses, parties and work. Being red haired freckly and chubby, the boys always went for her as her long blonde hair, blue eyes and slender figure was an instant winner. I didnt mind playing gooseberry and letting her pick up with the boys. She had earned a reputation as being easy and the guys knew they were in with a chance. I was always the best friend who got along with everyone. Chris had a big mouth and no one would dare talk about her as they would endure her nasty temper if she found out. As she had so many friends in work no one would dare. I found it quite interesting how all the girls in work would want to be her friend rather than get on the wrong side of her.
I now found myself on the wrong side. One of the girls rang me and said that Chris had told everyone in work that there was nothing wrong with me and that when I had been away on holiday with her I had been a total drag. I was infuriated. I had been off for a month in total and had handed in all the relevant documentation to work, so I knew I wasn't in trouble with my employer. But what Chris didn't know was that I had been offered a job in London and I didn't have to go back. Here was my chance for revenge. The bruises on my face and arms that I had gotten when I fainted on Holiday had gone. The works Christmas do was in a week and I had one week.
Chris had been chasing a bloke in the local town for about a year. I had gone with her on numerous occasions to the pub where he played darts and hung out so she could chat to him. She would where her most revealing dress,have her hair and eyelashes done in the beauty salon and I would go with her in jeans and a t-shirt. Dai was gorgeous. Blond hair, blue eyes and you could see he worked out. I'd never muscle in on him as Chris was my friend, but I had always gotten on well with him and I knew Chris would be livid if I stole him away. So I did. We dated and slept together. The works do was great, especially when I told Chris David was a great lay. Her face was a picture. I then told her what I thought of her and enlightened a few people as to what really happened on the holiday. I shouldn't revel in it but I just couldn't help it.