Motive

1 point, MJ

~Mary Jay~

Purple.

....

What?

Yup. Purple.

All I felt was a cold liquid dripping down my hair and clothes. I closed my eyes momentarily before opening them and looking down at myself.

I was covered in purple liquid; my sweater, shoes, all of it.

I swear to Lord.

Deep breaths. In and out.

I looked up to see the same group of people Carter introduced me to, specifically the 'head' jock, the Rock with blonde hair. They all stood with grins while girls who stood in the hallways looked wide-eyed.

Soon enough, most of them broke into laughter. I'm sure I looked ridiculous right now.

Feya came from around the corner, looking at her phone. She had no clue what was going on. Once she spotted the group of jocks, she followed their eyes to me, which widened as well.

"What the hell did you assholes do to her?" She yelled.

"Welcome to St. Rogan." The one in the middle stood in all his pride.

I couldn't help but let out a giggle. The prank was timed well, but they must know who they're messing with.

If they wanted a show, I'll give them a damn good one.

I ran my tongue over the bottom of my mouth, "Nice. And you are?"

"Ryder Mitchell, one and only." He crossed his arms across his chest while his friends geeked and laughed around.

I looked him up and down. He was built pretty strong, with brown hair that cascaded across the top of his head into a man-bun. I tilted my head slightly before pulling my jacket off.

His face faded to confused for just a second before returning to prideful. If I wasn't staring at him right now, I would've missed it. Their laughter was still prominent.

I began to unbutton my shirt as they all watched, and progressively got louder.

"Is she stripping?" A voice called out from the crowd, but I couldn't quite identify who it was.

By the time my shirt was fully off, I was only in my sports bra and joggers. The only thing that was still covered in purple was my hair.

The students watched in awe and I stared, not once breaking eye contact with Ryder, the big headed one.

I formed a furrow between my brows before reaching a hand out and snapping in front of him.

"My eyes are up here, sugar."

I think I heard a phone camera click, signaling someone was getting this on tape.

Eh, who cares.

I picked up my belongings and headed towards the bathroom. As calm and collected as I seemed, I was more than curious to see what these idiots had put in my hair.

I stopped, my back turned to Ryder, "Thanks for the warm welcome."

As I walked away, I could hear their commotion before a teachers voice, scolding them to all move along and clean up the mess in the hallway.

1 point, Mary Jay.

I smiled to myself before starting towards the mirror. When I looked at myself, I looked like an inverted smurf. My once curly, dark hair was now purple and slicked back. It didn't look as bad as I thought though; I just wondered what my Auntie Apple would think.