Let's make a movie.

The plan.

Reese came to school, like he promised, on Monday and in our study hall we discussed how we were going to go on about the movie.

Our plan was simple - emotional appeal.
That was one thing everybody likes about high school. You spend 17 years of your miserable life in school and although a lot of people believe High School doesn't make a difference at all in your life, we all know that isn't true. It's that one place where you find your bestfriend, favourite teacher and maybe the love of your life.

It's a weird place, one day it'll make you love yourself while on the others it'll make you hate yourself. But all in all, high school, I believe, is that one place everybody should be in for at least a week and after you fall in love hundreds of times, get your heart shattered another thousand times, prove to be the best and then the worst, you will realise one great thing - there's no better school than childhood and teenage and no better teacher than curiosity.

See? Didn't it hit home?
Don't lie, I know it did.

That was our plan. Try to touch the high school memories of all the judges and the people watching it.

The step 2 of the plan was data: pictures, clips, inspirational write ups and props.

Reese took up the task of getting the clips and I chose inspirational write ups because I was a part of the Literary Club and so I could pull some strings and get the people to write some stuff about high school and all.
As for pictures, we decided we would both do it. He'll get his share of pictures and I'll get mine.
The props that we needed are not much. Just maybe a few balloons while taking snaps of people etc.

One main thing about our plan was- reality.
We didn't want to download the clips and pictures from the Internet, make a PowerPoint presentation and show it. We wanted to actually create the entire movie ourselves. It was a difficult task and knowing the kind of relationship (lack of relationship, rather) between Reese and myself, I knew that this would be ten times harder than it sounds.

But it was about the reputation of our school and both Reese and I weren't the ones who'd just let it get dirty.

Hence, the plan had to be amazing.
And the movie?
It had to be even better.

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One week later as I sat there in the hospital staring up at the ceiling that was kind of chipping off, waiting for mom to barge in and shout at me, one of the most important things on my mind was: Revenge.

Reese Jacobs will pay for this.

Let me tell you what happened exactly before you pull all your hair out in frustration.

After discussing our plan, I Skyped Lily. Obviously she had to know our Plan. She approved of it but warned me one thing: to be careful of my feelings.
I laughed at her, of course.
The only feeling I have towards Reese The Douche Jacobs was, is and shall forever be that of hatred.

I hate him.

So anyway, back to the part which landed me in the hospital.

It was chemistry that time. Three days had passed since we made the Plan and I didn't know if Reese had proceeded with his end or not. I, on the other hand, had already told the guys in the Literary Club to start writing some stuff. Voluntary basis, of course and most of them were happy to oblige to my request because they all somehow owed me something.

Anyway, Mrs. Denker was going on and on about the Trigonal Pyramidal structure of a particular compound. Reese wasn't in this class so I wasn't so particularly on edge or anything. I was actually feeling pretty smug over the fact that I had answered the previous ten questions asked correctly.

He came in then in all his bad boy, I-don't-care-because-swag glory and smiled at the teacher.
The smile was fake and I could see right through it but that one smile of his made a lot, a lot, of girls sigh.
Dear, Lord.

Then his eyes roamed around the class until they landed on me. Then his vicious, horrible, evil side came out and he smirked.
Damn it. What am I going to do now?
I subtly try to sink into my chair but my attempt at hiding goes out of the window as Reese speaks.

"Mrs. Denker, my apologies for interrupting your class," he says and the teacher blushes, oh my god, Mrs. Denker can't possibly blush!
"But the principal has requested that Miss. James and I get to a project immediately. I'm sorry, but do you mind excusing her for today's lesson?" He says in a swift, smooth way that even I fall for it for a minute but I then snap out of my daze and look at him confusedly.

What is he upto?

A/N
Hey. I know I published this chapter 188477373 years ago but I felt I kind of left it hanging.
It's not like it's not hung right now but oh well.
Enjoy! x

Love,
J. xx