I'm a Bad Guy... (duh)

Chapter 5

Carla's POV:

This was it. I was so screwed. Nobody could get away with dumping leftovers on him. I did the total opposite of what Avani told me to. I rushed over to my Honda Civic and felt a presence behind me. When I looked back, he was only 10 feet away from me. He yanked me back by my collar and pinned me against my car. I screamed like a little girl and ducked under his arms to escape. All he did was pull me back and trap me again. I could breathe but I was panicking so I thrashed around, getting a few good hits on him.

"Be still, you're just making this worse for yourself." 

Oh my, what a handsome voice.

I mentally slapped myself.

Shut the fuck up, this is a life and death situation right now.

I pulled him closer by his shirt and leaned in to his ear, "Listen here, you fucker, you can't keep me pinned against this car forever. You have to let me go at some point."

"You're right, I do have another plan." Oh no, was he gonna do what I think he was gonna was do?

"Come to daddy.." He smirked like the devil he was.

I screamed again, "LET ME GO PLEASE, I SWAER I WILL DO ANYTHING!" It didn't stop him, he crushed me with his strong arms, and covered me with my own food. "NO, NOT THE HAIR!" He brought his slimy hands up to ruffle my hair. 

Sighing, I lowered my head in defeat, my lovely hair. He was going to pay for this..

I jumped onto him and tackled him to the floor. We rolled around in front of the school like pigs, except there was no mud. I pulled his hair and he groaned. I hit him on the chest a couple of times before he had pinned me to the ground, with him being on top, and stared at me with amusement. I knew a catastrophe was about to happen.

He shot his arms towards my neck and armpit and tickled me mercilessly. I screamed so loud, someone might think I was being tortured. They weren't far off. I am an extremely sensitive person so I was dying when he tickled me even harder.

He finally stopped, giving me time to catch my breath, and I scrambled up to my feet. We were both covered head to toe in food standing in a school parking lot. I slowly backed away from him, like he was a feral animal and darted back into the school. I ran into the girls toilets so he follow me there.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was covered in brown goop from god knows where, and my clothes had red ketchup stains on them. This was going to take a lot to clean up.