Spencer Charnas One Shots

Bonus XXV. Evil

hi idk where this came from, enjoy!

hs based
small warning for drugging I guess?
also warning for weed/hemp

I wasn't one of the popular girls. In fact, we didn't have just three. We had a whole group of them. And it wasn't your "mean girl" type group either. They didn't straight out bully you, they spread rumors and talked behind your back. They laugh at you when you say something you didn't mean to. They give you weird looks when you try to talk to them, whether it's for a project or you're just saying "excuse me."

And don't get me wrong, they were smart. At least that's what I thought, until I heard one of them cheated on a test and didn't get in trouble. They don't like help, even when I've tried to explain something to them before. Then they call over the teacher and oh, guess what, I was right.

I didn't have much to do with them, besides when they made me sad when they laughed at me. But I've gotten over it. We're almost out of high school anyways. Though I was about to have a lot to do with them.

My best friend and partner in crime, Spencer, was supposed to go to prom with one of them. They were in a relationship. And don't get me wrong, I was happy for them, but I had a feeling this would happen. The bitch cheated on him and then showed up to prom with the guy she fucked.

Now, all of a sudden a rumor has popped up. "Have you heard Spencer Charnas cheated on Emma with Y/n first? I knew he was lying." It was all I heard this morning. I wasn't trying to listen to it, but it was like everyone was saying something about it. It was annoying the ever living fuck out of me. I never have seen Spencer as more than a brother, and he feels the same. And I knew who started it, because who else would it be?

I couldn't focus if I wanted to right now. Learning about parabolas was pushed far back into my mind. I had enough of those preppy bitches and I was going to get back at them. One thing no one knew about me was that my parents grew hemp plans. We have a whole farm. It's legal here, so that's how we make our money.

I've been learning about marijuana since I could walk. The basement luckily has vents so that I wouldn't get sick in the room full of weed. Of course there wasn't much of a fume, but still. I was like two. So I had already devised my plan.

*

I heard a knock at the door and I sighed. I walked to the front door and peeked through the peep hole, it was Spencer. "Open it," I said through the door. I backed away and Spencer opened it.

"What're you doing?" he asked, motioning towards my gloves.

"A secret you can't tell anyone about." I turned around and walked back to the kitchen. I was currently mixing oils together. The stronger the better.

"If that means you're making something with weed, I'm already down." Spencer walked into the kitchen and I saw his eyebrows raise. "What the fuck?"

"I'm tired of those preppy bitches, especially Emma. So I'm going to make the strongest concoction I can think of. A normal gummy has about ten milligrams of THC. I'm going to add about sixty," I spoke while stirring the bowl of oils. I had them over a double boiler so they'd stay hot and mix.

"Dude, why?" he questioned, walking over and looking at the rest of ingredients I laid out — candy molds, gelatin, sugar, flavor.

"Because of that rumor. I'm tired of it. She already hurt you so why does she keep doing it?"

"It's okay. It was my mistake of telling people she cheated," he sighed. I huffed and looked over at him. My eyes met his and he looked a tad scared.

"No, it wasn't your mistake. She's just a bitch. So, I know that they're going to a national meet for something in a few days. I'm going to make batches of regular candy and make sure to separate the two. Then I'll hand out candy as my graduation gift to everyone and make sure to give them these ones. It'll kick in in about thirty to sixty minutes. They'll be high and then they wont pass their drug tests to be able to go." I explained it all calmly to him, starting to mix in the gelatin. Spencer stayed quiet for a few minutes before I heard him in the cabinets. I looked to him.

"I'll start making the regular candy." He looked at me with a shit eating grin and I smirked back. This was going to be the best thing I've ever done.

The next day, candy trick was working great. Everyone wanted to try it. I knew they'd come around soon. And when I saw them approaching, I laid out the spiked gummies. "Hi girls!" I greeted and pointed to the gummies I had just laid out. They responded with their small "hi"'s and took the gummies. I watched all of the group take one, only leaving one weed gummy left. They ate them and then walked away. My plan was in motion.

The rest of lunch, Spencer and I handed out the rest of the gummies before the busses pulled in. Most kids gave us good compliments. The gummies would kick in when they were home, the drive would be fine. I made sure I knew how far everyone lived and everything so that this project was safe.

Spencer drove us back to my house while we giggled about the plan. We'd just have to wait another couple days. "So what's your plan for when you get called to the principals office?" Spencer questioned while unbuckling his seatbelt. I smiled and did the same, hopping out. We walked inside before I responded,

"Oh I've got it covered."

*

"Y/n L/n, please come to the principal's office."

I knew they'd do it. I kept the smirk to myself and packed my things as I left the classroom with eyes watching me. I wasn't someone to get called to the principal's office.

I walked down there and into his office, plopping down in the chair in front of his desk. "I know what you're gonna say. 'Did you drug the gummies for those girls?' And my answer is no."

He laughed, "Okay then. Well I need you to make sure you're telling the truth. And we'd like to drug test you as well." Perfect. I haven't smoked in a few years.

"You can drug test me, but if you don't wanna waste your precious money on drug testing over 300 kids, I'd say you should trust me. Everyone ate my gummies." I said. He wrote some things down and his expression changed.

"Fine, we won't test you. Just don't go around with those gummies again or we might have to," he said while setting his pen down. I nodded and got up, walking out. That was easy as hell. I decided I needed to use the restroom, so I did. I just went to the one where I could pass the office.

And I was right, all of the girls and their mother's were in there. They all seemed frantic. Luckily they weren't looking my way. I giggled and continued on to the bathroom. The plan went perfectly.

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