Dude, I Kissed Your Mom! (DISCONTINUED)

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" Are you sure you want to shove a dead rat inside Charli's locker? I mean , you know how extreme she can get , what if she decides to shove a snake in your backpack?" In a panicked expressions , voice laced with jittery concern , Nico kept asking , a cute Stuart little like mouse cradled in his hands , tiny squeaks escaping its tiny mouse mouth.

The once flooded hallways had been emptied , an eerie atmosphere settling around us as our footsteps bounced against the metal rowed walls in a frightful echo. Missing seventh period to execute my petty and juvenile revenge on that goth freak girl seemed far more reasonable and significant than squeezing my butt on a wooden chair , listening to Ms. Beady explaining William Snorespear's boring Sonnets. Something about the eighteen hundreds' literature just doesn't sit right with me. Saying doth instead of do and mine eyes instead of my eyes just seems ridiculous. Like why try to act like your better than us? Just 'cause I opt to say between and not the archaic equivalent betwixt doesn't make me any less intellectual.

Armed with a bolt cutter, I lead the way to my destination , Nico trailing behind , apprehensive about the whole deal but his desperate pleas fell on deaf ears. I was a pretty assertive individual, stubborn than any Mule created which meant once an idea is birthed inside my mind , I won't stop at nothing until I have perfectly executed it , watching it play out with satisfied results . This was one of those times.

" We are totally getting detention for this aren't we?" He whisper -shouted next to the nape of my neck , his humid breathe striking my skin like a lightning bolt .

"Shhh...." I harshly went , my eyes locking gazes with the inconspicuous metal door, painted in the darkest of the darkest tones of black, which screamed Charlotte Dawson with its dark themed art which comprised of a really detailed skeleton , more like a Jolly Roger with a bunch of other smaller 3D skeletons and snakes , a coffin etched at the top with the words R.I.P TO WHOMEVER THAT WOULD BE TEMPTED TO TOUCH THIS LOCKER. How cute of her to think that empty threat would scare me.

" That warning sign looks pretty legit and scary," There goes Nico whining as usual. " maybe we shouldn't be touching her locker. The sign does say we'd die if we touched it. I mean R.I.P literally means Rest In Peace."

" Just shut the fuck up and hand me the dead rat," I hissed in agitation , drawing the bolt cutter to the locker latch secured with a cheap silver painted padlock before cutting through the metallic latch , a snap heard after as the piece of metal clamps down on the linoleum. With a swift yank of the metal door , I was able to get an uninvited appearance inside her locker which was just as dark themed as it was outside. Never understood why certain people make certain things about their personality , like Charli for instance. She'd taken her goth obsession into a whole new level of absurdity. If there was a scale for all things weird, Charli would most definitely break that scale ,by a lot.

More skeleton sketches adorned the inside of her locker , bats too and coffins . Text books covered in black canvas and blank ink , a black leather coat hanged on one of the hooks situated inside her locker, a black painted water bottle, black spray paint cans, a poster of Pennywise , Scream, Chuckie, Freddy Kruger and Jason. Sheesh , that's hell of a lot of horror movie posters. I hate horror movies. Too predictable and boring. Plus I don't scare easily so instead of screaming and jumping in terror like the rest of the theatre folks in movie theatres, I just nod off or roll my eyes aggressively at the predictable jumpscares.

" Keep Winston inside your back pack and hand me the other dead rat we found by the school's dumpster ," I ordered , watching as the incompetent Nico , struggled to immobilize the white rat in his dainty hands. My patience seemed to dwindle by the second as I waited for Nico to produce the dead rat we'd carefully wrapped inside a plastic bag in his bag , my foot tapping the floor impatiently.