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Ring, ring, ring.
God bless America, the bell had finally rung!
I quickly stood up; throwing whatever it is I brought to class in my bag before darting to the door and down the hallway, pushing past everyone who got in my way before I had finally made it to my locker.
The vibration in my pocket caught me by surprise as I pulled it out and pressed it to my ear. “Hello?”
“Ally?” It was Jack, my best friend. Yes I have a best friend, one I grew up with since I was a kid. He is the only one I could trust with my life and the only one I ever cared about.
“Did you get what I asked for?” I shuffled through the things inside as I held the phone between my ear and shoulder.
“Yeah, I did. But can I ask why the hell you needed a spray paint?”
“Some loco retard decided to fuck with me so I decided to give him a piece of my mind. Just come inside and give it to me. I need to catch him my surprise before he leaves.”
“Too late, I’m already inside.” I jumped, turning around as there stood Jake with the can in his hand, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Asshole.” I muttered under my breath before reaching to grab the can when he moved his hand back and out of my reach. “Hey!”
“What’s the magic word?” He teased as I groaned while rolling my eyes.
“Really Jake? Really?” I sighed as he laughed. “Come on, seriously, give it to me!” I tried to reach for it again, but once more, he pulled it back. Darn me and my small size.
“What’s the word Ally?” He smirked as I grabbed him by the shirt, my eyes narrowed.
“Give me the fucking can or I will rip your shit down there apart.” I could sense he knew I was serious as he slowly backed away, handing me the can.
“Damn Parker, don’t need to be so violent.” He laughed once more as I rolled my eyes yet again. He always knew how to crack a joke even at the worst of times.
“Yeah, whatever. Thanks for the help, I promise I’ll pay you back.” I shut my locker.
“Don’t sweat it. What are best friends for right?” He arched a brow as I smiled, giving him a hug before I pulled away.
“Yeah, but thanks anyways. I’ll see you after school, alright?” With a nod of his head, he waved before walking off.
Licking my lips together, I sighed while looking down both hallways, making sure there weren’t many kids left and to my luck, the halls were practically cleared out. Making my way down the hall, I glanced at all the locker numbers, searching for 102 and luckily I found it just at the corner.
Grinning to myself, I dropped my bag on the floor before shaking the can, pulling the cap off before moving the can closer and beginning my work of art.
In just seconds, I was done and as I backed away, I smiled to myself in achievement. Re-reading what I had painted on his locker.
“DON’T FUCK WITH THE PRO, DEMENS. PARKER KNOWS BEST ;)”
“This’ll show him whose boss.” I smirked before grabbing my bag and walking away. The anticipation of what was to come tomorrow growing with each passing second.
Now I can honestly say, I'm excited for school tomorrow. . . and know I'm not lying.
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