Possibility • Beck Oliver

120. Flour Bomber

The group watched Sikowitz groan in pain and crawl away, "It's the flour bomber!" someone shouted as he ran down the stairs before throwing flour as Sikowitz making everyone gasp, the flour bomber danced before running off

"No! Dont bomb him! Bomb me!" Jade shouted , "We're never gonna know who he is"

"Or why he's doing this" Beck added pointing at Sikowitz who was sat on the ground covered in flour, "Poor Sikowitz"

"He looks like a big hairless donut. Now im hungry" Cat sighed before walking off, "We better get out of here before we get flour bombed" Beck said making Cynthia nod in agreement

"Relax. Everyone knows the flour bomber only strikes once a day" Tori smiled, the three turned around to walk off when the flour bomber ran over and threw flour at Tori and Beck, he danced before running off making Cynthia laugh

"Sometimes twice"

The next day Cynthia was dressed in jean shorts and a black halter top that tied around the back, "But why? Why would a guy dress up and walk around the school blasting people in the head with flour bombs? Why?" Jade questioned looking between everyone

Sikowitz wrote something on the board before turning around, "The question no one's asking is why?" he asked makingJade confused, "Why? Why is he doing this?"

"Well, all i can say is that flour -- it gets everywhere" Beck said making everyone look at him confused, "Everywhere" he added making Cat laugh

"Come on. Who could he be?" Andre asked sitting up, "Oh, i have an idea. We make hamburgers, but wiener shaper, right? And we put them on hot dog buns, and we call them hotdurgers" Cat said making everyone look at her

"I dont care. Im gonna do it anyway" she shrugged sitting back down when no one said anything

"Hey, guys" Robbie said walking into the classroom, "Sorry, im late. What's up Andre? Ha, im here. Start the lesson. Start" he said sitting down in his chair, last night he sold Rex to that little boy

"Robbie, are you all right?" Sikowitz raised a brow, "Yes! Why would you even ask that?"

"Cause you look sloppy, and your hair looks dirty. And i dont know, You just seem all freaked out" Jade said as he looked at her wide eyed, "What? Wh-why are you talking like that?"

"Why am i talking like that?" Jade asked confused, "Stop! Stop it! Stop that!" Robbie shouted

"Robbie, she's just worried about you. Now why dont you just calm down and quit acting like a fool" Tori said earning in Robbie screaming and covering his eyes

"Are you freaking out cause you sold Rex??" Cynthia asked confused, "No. I don't need Rex. I'm a grown boy. I dont need anybody!" Robbie shouted

"Oh, Robbie, everyone needs friends" Cat said turning to look at him, "Especially weirdos like you who wear who wear turtle pajamas like a doof bag"

Robbie faltered as Cat's face slowly turned to Rex's, he smiled in awe, "Rex?"

"Oh, you miss Rex" Cat smiled, "Yes" Robbie stood up

"No! I dont- I- Dont look at me! I just need to go home. I just need to go and take a nap. That's all i need to do-- is just go-- a little- a little rest and relaxation" Robbie stuttered out, he opened the door only to get flour bombed making everyone gasp as the door slowly closed and Robbie cried falling to the ground

Cynthia was sitting at their usual lunch table with Andre and Trina, Andre was on the phone with Mr. Thornesmith trying to get Rex back, "Well, he-- Mr.-- Me. Thornesmith, it's a puppet. It's a -- it's not a lot. It's-- well, why-- thanks for hanging up on me" he sighed placing his phone down

Cynthia looked at Trina confused as she began to make weird faces, "Why are you making faces in the mirror?"

"Why wouldn't i?" she replied as Tori ran over panting, "Oh, oh, i was just in a fight with a 12 year old!" she shouted sitting down

"No. You just lost a fight with a 12 year old" Trina corrected making Cynthia laugh

"Did you call Mason?" Tori asked turning her attention to Andre, "Yep"

"Will his son sell Rex back to Robbie?"

"Nope"

"Ugh! Why would a 12 year old be so stubborn about keeping a dumb puppet?" Tori groaned

"Hey, dummys, if you wanna get a 12 year old boys attention away from a puppet, then get him something he'll like better" Cynthia said drinking her smoothie

"Like?" Tori asked making her roll her eyes, "Doughnut" Andre nodded as they looked at him

"I have no time for this" Trina sighed grabbing her stuff and leaving

"How about a 12 year old girl who keep's throwing eggs at Sikowitz?" Cynthia smirked motioning to the little girl, she turned around when she heard Cat yell only to see the flour bombed throwing flour at her

"Woohoo!" he cheered dancing around before running off, Cat laughed before stopping, "It's not as fun as it seems"

The next day Cynthia was dressed in a black short sleeve top, jean skirt and converse, she was at her locker as everyone began screaming, "The flour bomber!" Kevin shouted before getting flour thrown in his face

The flour bomber turned around to run when Andre stopped him, he ran up the stairs only for Jade to run down them and stop him, he went to run up the other stairs when Beck stopped him

He jumped over the railing and began to run off, "Somebody stop him!" a girl shouted, Cynthia's mouth dropped when Cat screamed and tackled the flour bomber to the ground

Cat stood up with the help of Cynthia as a few boys grabbed the flour bomber, "Take his mask off" Jade said making Cat take the goggles and then his red mask off

"Aha!" Jade shouted as everyone stared at him confused, "Who is that?" Cynthia asked confused

"I dont know" Jade muttered confused, "Hey, who are you?"

"Im Tom. Tom Vineman" he replied as everyone looked at each other confused once more

"Dude, do we know you?"

"Nah. I go to East Hills High" Tom shook his head, "We're on semester break" he added

"So then why are you flour bombing people here?" Cat furrowed her brows

"I don't know. Just bored. And my mom bakes, so she had a bunch of extra flour" he shrugged as the bell rang, everyone looked at each other before separating

"Well, that was a let down"

"Pretty unsatisfying"

"Very anticlimactic"

"Not much of an ending"

"Oh well"

"Whatever"