The G.G

1-One Hell Of a Night

My small legs fought to keep up with Nathan's long strides, I was practically jogging besides him. "Where are we going?"

He turned around and gave me a devilish smile that sent shivers down my back. "To do our job, Stone" He said.

I frowned at the fact that he didn't use my first name, but I followed him until we stopped in front of the doors of the cafeteria. As I stepped inside the enormous room I felt my mouth fall open, hundreds of balloons were hanging from the ceiling all of the conected by thin wires. "Impresive right? We just need to connect the last wire to the door and the second someone opens the door it's gonna be like a rainbow attacked the cafeteria." I heard him say proudly in front if me.

"That's... nice." I mumbled.

"Good thing you think like that. Now take these balloons and help fill them up with paint." Nathan saidpressing a bunch of coloful balloons on my hands.

Then he proceeded to turn around and leave me with my mouth hanging open. "Well then don't just stand there! Start working!" I heard Nathan call from the other side of the room.

I scrambled to where the rest of my classmates were working. A girl called Melissa from my English class gave me a bottle of blue paint with a smile so I could begin filling up the balloons. It wasn't until I had finished filling my last balloon that suddenly I felt a cold thick susbtance slide from the top of my head to the floor. And I just knew what it was before I saw the red paint pool at my feet on the floor.

Before I turned around I heard the obnoxious laughter from behind me. Slowly I turned around to face the idiot that turned me into a Picasso. "You should have seen your face! It was hilarious!" Nathan wheezed between laughs.

I pushed my hands through my hair to avoid the paint getting into my eyes. "Real funny, if you excuse me I'm sure I'm not needed here anymore." And with the little pride I had left I walked over to the cafeteria doors and out of there.

I walked around the school until I found the girl's bathroom and began to try to rinse out a little bit of paint of my hair and blue sweater and clean my face from the humiliating tears falling down my cheeks. It was useless to try and save any piece of clothing but that didn't stop me from trying. I jumped in surprise when I heard someone banging on the bathroom door. "Who's there?!" I yelled getting a bad feeling.

"Open the door Stone!" Nathan called from the other side.

I stood there debating if I should open the door or not , if I let him in he could just throw another bucket of paint on my head or he could apologize. As I thought, Nathan never stopped hitting the door with his fist. "Why should I open the door?" I asked praying that my voice didn't crack from all the crying.

I was completely and utterly humiliated. Why did he do that? What had I done to make him mad enough that pushed him to throw a bucket of paint on my head. "I just want to talk to you." I heard him sigh from the other side.

Wiping the tears from my face and pulling my stained sweater over my cold body, I walked towards the door. I pulled the door open just enough for my eye to peek out. "What do you want Nathan?" I said softly.

"I wanted to see if you were ok, so, are you ok?" He asked with no emotion on his voice.

"I'm perfectly fine, now please leave." I almost whispered.

No matter what he still scared the living daylights out of me. I saw his face harden even more and out of nowhere I was pushed backwards towards the inside of the bathroom. "I don't like liars Stone." He said through gritted teeth.

"Well I don't like rude people, guess we can't all have what we want right? Now excuse me." I said lowering my face and trying to get the heck out of that little bathroom.

Before I could leave I felt Nathan grip my upper left arm and pulling me back to stand in front of him. I kept my eyes on the ground until I felt Nathan place two fingers under my chin and force me to look at him. Looking in his eyes made me so scared, there had only been one person that I could remember that had such cold and cruel eyes. "You cried." He stated making me snort.

"Thanks for stating the obvious now let me go." I spit out and forced myself our of his grip.

I ran before he could get me again, I pulled out my phone and dialed Barbara. We had come in my car so if she wanted to stay a little longer maybe she could catch a ride my Chris. After the third ring my friend finally picked up. "Gemm, what's up?" She asked nonchalantly.

"Bob, I'm not feeling well so I was going to head out. Do you want to come with me or do you want to catch a ride with Chris?" I asked her praying that she could hear the tears in my voice.

"Sure thing babe, jus get rest and be ready tomorrow." She answered and I thanked God that she didn't ask me anything else.

"Ok Bob see you tomorrow." I was about to hang up but stopped when I heard her say one last thing.

"See you tomorrow, and btw, I am expecting a full explanation as of why my friend is crying. K? Buh-bye." And with that Barbara hanged up on me leaving me with a nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Sighing I continued my lonely walk to the parking lot. Being alone at night in school really didn't make me feel safe or comfortable. To keep the silence away I began humming lowly a song from Halsey, when I got the lowly illuminated parking lot I pulled out my phone to try to light my way to my dark grey Ford Focus, which was a gift from my grandparents for having the straight As three years in a row. I cursed my choice of color for my car as I searched for it in the dark parking lot. Finally I found my car but just as I was getting in the car I heard some noises coming for a couple cars down.

I heard little rustles, someone being shoved at a car and suddenly a car door being slammed close making me think that something wasn't alright. Slowly I illuminated my path with the meager light of my phone and walked towards the weird sound. The noises were coming from a black Jeep Wrangler, I was still confused as of what the noises were until I heard it. "Fuck! Mitchell harder!" And then every doubt went out of the window.

With nausea I ran back to my car managing to fall on my knees on the process. I looked up enough to see a pair of black boots in front of me. "I knew that you would fall for my charms one of this days Gemm." Said the owner of the pair of boot.

"Just help me up Nick." I whined.

Nick took me by the armpits and pulled me up to a standing position. Nick was the captain of the soccer team, he was rather handsome but very cocky and borderline annoying. Nick had red hair, a face filled with freckles and the most amazing grey eyes I've ever seen. He used to have a crush on me and even asked me to be his girlfriend but I really couldn't see him as something more that and friend. "Why the rush Gemm?" He asked with a slight smirk on his face.

"I just heard something that I shouldn't have heard and now I'm leaving. Excuse me." I said shaking my head trying to get owe nasty images out of it.

Nick just laughed and patted my head like I was a dog. Mumbling curses under my breath I began to walk away until Nick stopped me. "Hey Gemm you dropped this paper." I turned around to see Nick holding a white sheet of paper.

I felt blood rushing to my face and walked back to retrieve the paper, a paper I didn't even know I had in the first place. Once the little sheet was safely tucked in the back pocket of my jeans I walked towards my car with the intention of finally leaving the school and being able to take a long shower to wash all of the paint from my hair. Finally I managed to start the car and drive to my house while listening to MKTO to avoid falling asleep on the wheel.

Once I was back at home I managed to take a shower, washing most of the paint out of my hair and crawling into my warm and inviting bed. Just as I was falling asleep I remembered the mysterious little paper in the back pocket of my jeans. I fought the temptation to go back and retrieve it, but my curiosity won over. Crawling back out I padded towards my bathroom and to my jeans. As I took the paper I saw that it was a bigger piece of paper folded many times. It read:

Stone,
Sorry about the paint prank. I didn't know that you would take it so bad. I have a deal to make with you tomorrow, meet me in the art room at lunch, if you don't come I will go find you and drag you there myself.
Nate.

Just one though came to my mind after that. Good thing I read the freaking paper!