Revenge and love dont mix....

Bubble Gum Pink

I woke up this morning to find my cat Shelley eyeing me from the end of my bed. Ignoring him, I hopped straight into the shower to wipe off yesterday's madness. The hot water burned off all the stress of yesterday and I happily stepped out the shower. I grabbed a towel and dried my hair. I turned around to the mirror and screamed.

My mom burst through the door and her mouth dropped in shock. Giggling nervously, she tried to hug me.

"Oh sweetie. It looks fine."

"Fine! Fine doesn't even define this! My hair is PINK! I look like my hair got mixed into a cotton candy machine."
My mom hunched over and grabbed her stomach as if she was in pain. Her laughter rung throughout the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and glared at my appearance in the mirror. How was I going to go through the school day like this? The kids would kill me. My mom gasped for air in the background before finally sobering up. Standing beside me, she asked me the number one question that I should of asked myself first,
"How did your hair even get that color in the first?"
Realizing who it was, my anger started to build up inside me till it felt like I was about to explode. I stormed out the bathroom, grabbed my bag and ran out the door to my car. The car door slammed behind me and as I started the engine an idea ran through my head. I smirked and drove my car to the nearest prank store and it was a good thing that I chose this one because they had a very wide selection.

I dumped all my items on the counter which included lots of spray paint and hair dye that didn't come off for at least a week, fart gas that makes you itch, and the ultimate prank: fake shit. I laughed evilly in my head. Oh this was going to be so good. The guy cashing my things looked like he was around my age with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. I instantly forgot about all my pranks in front of me. He smiled at me and said," So, who got on your bad side today?"

Omg! He has a British accent! I stood there with my mouth wide open before he decided to take his hand and close it for me. The boy handed me my bag and slipped a piece of paper into my hand.  Still in shock and awe, I turned towards the exit and walked out. When I was a block away, I broke out of my trance and looked down at the paper in my hand. On it was a number and the name Garrett. Ah, a perfect name for a perfect  boy. As I logged the number into my phone, I realized the time said 7:45. Shit! I had to get home and get to school in time to do this prank.

I ran upstairs and changed quickly and ran back downstairs to grab a waffle, give my mom a kiss and grab the car keys before driving fast to school. By the time I got there it was already 8:05 and I was late. Good, I thought. I picked out Adrian's car fast since his was the only car where the two parking spaces next to it was blank. I shook my head at this foolish. It's time somebody messed with him. I shook the spray paint can and wrote bitch and slut and I have stds on his car. I didn't bother to sign it because I think  he knows who would dare to do this. This bitch that's who. I walked into school next and tried to get my late pass from Ms. Davidson. Key word: tried.

"Ms, Davidson, may I get a late pass please?" She looked at me and kept typing away on her computer, probably sexting Mr.Rogers. I slammed my hand down on the table and jumped back looking up at me.

"A late pass. Now," I said. She wrote it out shakily and handed it to me. Finally, I thought. I ran towards Adrian's locker which was on the way to my English class and picked the lock. Unfortunately, the only thing in his locker was a bunch of condoms. Even better. I stuck a hole in all of them and sprayed paint and the fake shit all over his locker. Perfect. I skipped off to class happy that I got my revenge.

I dragged myself into the lunchroom and slouched down into a seat across from Jake and next to Grace. I rested my head down on the table before rising it to listen to the shitty story Grace was telling us of her history test.

"So then Mr. Marshall calls time up and I'm not even half way done and then when I asked for more time he just gave me a stink look and contuined collecting the tests. Can you believe that?!" I was about to respond to my best friend when the lunchroom suddenly got quiet. Everybody at Central Eagle High knew that meant that the bad boy Adrian and his three other musketeers were here. However, this time was different. This time he looked pissed off and I was the only one who knew the reason why. Oops.

He stormed over to our table with his posse and grabbed Jake's apple juice and poured it over my head. I stood up abruptly so that we were face to face.

"What the fuck!," I screamed.

"That, bitch, is for all the shit that you pulled on me today." I burst out laughing.

"Are you mad because you know you're shit just like the shit you found in your locker? Oh and you might want to check before you have sex. Don't want none of your many girlfriends getting pregnant."

Shockingly, Adrian laughed loudly. I stared at him with confusion before he broke me in front of the whole school.

"That's funny Robins since as far as I know, you're the only shit that the school knows and can identify and I bet-I bet that your brother thinks your shit too. Why else do you think he's not home at the moment? Oh I know why. It's because you're the suicidal, broken, fat, hideous pig of a bitch that we all know."

And with that he walked away and as soon as the doors closed behind him the whole caferteria broke into laughter. Tears welled up into my eyes and I ran out after him but from that moment I knew that I would never be the same person. I vowed to make his life and everybody else's a living hell of a senior year.