Islamically Connected

Chapter 4-Trouble makers

I continued to wipe my locker using soap and wiping it off with wet paper towels and dried it.

The smell was still making me feel like vomiting. I'm just gonna have to clean it again. Probably for the whole week now I'll have to leave it open and come clean everyday. But locker clean out's in five days.

"Looking for something?" I heard that ugly disgusting voice of his.

"What do you want." I hiss turning to him. He had my binders and that smirk planted on his face.

"Give me that you rat!" I shout.

"Hm. I thought you said you didn't want my germs." He teases.

"Shut up. I'm sick of your stupid pranks. Just don't talk to me and I'll do the same." I say grabbing my stuff.

"Please. I'm not the one begging for attention." He says with attitude.

"I don't want any attention. Especially your attention. You're irritating me so get away from me."

"You don't own this place loser." He says crumpling the paper and chucking it at me.

"You know what? Take this and clean this mess YOU made!" I shout throwing the dirty paper towel at him and he takes a step back dodging it.

"Loser. You can't even throw."

"I'm holding myself from punching your stupid face."

"I'm not stopping you."

"Yeah but I'm gonna be patient. And earn myself some good deeds."

"You know what? You're right. I crossed the limits and the odor is horrible I'll fix it.

He walks past me and brings out some Axe and I quickly reflex to stop him but I was too late and he sprayed it.

"There you go. All clean. Enjoy the Axe smell." He says walking off.

"I hate you!" I shout and without turning he waves his hand.

The smell was horrific. All I could smell was the strong scent of axe. I needed fresh air. I held my breathe and grabbed my stuff and ran to the exit.

I exhale heavily coughing.

Just a week left. Then I'll never have to see that messed up retard again. Living in the same city we probably might bump into each other but after this we won't dare to even look at each other.

I walk back inside and basically walk around the whole school looking for my friends. I walk past the washroom and an idea pops into my head.

I quickly head to the library and print out little washroom sticker things and cut it our.

Revenge is a dish, best served cold.

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As soon as he walks out of class he heads towards the bathroom like usual.

I see him coming and quickly change the signs and hide behind the wall. I peek my head out seeing him suddenly stop and walk into the "men" I quickly go back and switch them back and I could hear the yelling and he comes out covering his ears.

I pretend to walk past casually holding myself from just bursting into laughter.

"Hey!" I hear him shout following after me I begin to walk faster.

"What'd you do!" He calls out and he chases after me and I begin running and so does he.

I make a turn and stop at the wall looking left and right to see what way he'll be coming in.