Wisteria (Eddie x Chrissy) ST

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'Knew it. People are too predictable.'

Dark eyes narrow on the scribbles in marker across the metal surface. From the looks of it, specifically permanent marker. The letters are small and sloppy as if the perp wasn't very confident pulling off the act. That or others were around and they were being sneaky.

Eddie shakes his head. Of all the bullying tactics he's seen over the years, these kinds are the lamest. Two types of worms do this. Those who don't have the balls to say crap to the target's face and dicks that get off on making a person's life miserable.

This isn't anything new. Everyone in the Hellfire had their fair share. He's been left 'messages' countless times in the past. No one bothers with that anymore since it only gets a laugh from him and a quick cleanup job. Takes the fun out of bullying when the victim gets a kick out of it.

But this? Not cool.

He heads down the hall with one place in mind. The janitor's closet. There's a bobby pin in his pocket for stuff like this. Chrissy let him take some the other day. They're useful. It doesn't take long to unlock the door to nab a can of WD-40 and a rag. This isn't his first rodeo but hopefully the last.

'Assholes.'

They walked into school today holding hands. That was barely fifteen minutes ago and the place has been noisy as hell. It's unlikely the normies did this. The timing doesn't make sense. No, he'd bet money it was one of the jocks that were hanging around the lobby on Wednesday. Those dopes have more reason to be upset and plenty of opportunities to get it done.

"Tch." Seeing the words again hits a nerve. If they want to do it to him, fine. No biggie. It's when it happens to his little sheep or someone he cares about that it's a problem.

Cheater.

Skank.

Freak fucker.

At least it's tiny so people passing by wouldn't notice immediately. Usually, it's large words scrawled in permanent marker or spray paint. This isn't bad and he'll have it gone long before the owner catches a glimpse of it. Shaking the can, Eddie tuts and sprays the insults with WD-40. The janitor has a stockpile of it he helps himself to from time to time. It won't be too surprising to find more sweet nothings on the club members' lockers too.

"What did you do?"

He knows that voice. It's yelled at him before for doing stupid things. Dragging his gaze over to the figures standing there, he internally sighs. Great. From that accusatory tone alone it's obvious she has the wrong impression.

The redheaded chihuahua and the one who insisted her stick figure have tits. Natalie and Charlotte or whatever. Chrissy's cheerleader friends.

'Don't be an ass. Don't be an ass. They're chicks and her buddies.'

"Ah!" The redhead's eyes fly open after landing on the nasty words left for their captain. It's visible once again from the foam running down the front. "You jerk! Did you do that?!"

Eddie gawks at her. "Yep. You caught me red-handed. Felt so bad about vandalizing her locker that I came back to the scene of the crime to clean it up. And I would've gotten away with it too if it weren't for you meddling kids."

Natalie's mouth opens and closes a few times until a tinge of pink dusts her freckled cheeks. She must've realized how bonkers that sounds after thinking about it for more than two seconds. The brunette beside her stays quiet while keeping her arms crossed.

'This is friggin' awkward.'

He brushes it off and twirls the rag, getting back to the task at hand. If they want to stand there and watch, then be his guest. It's pretty insulting she automatically pointed a finger at him from the jump. Throughout his lengthy time at school, he's never pulled crap like this or singled out girls to target.