game on | lucaya

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art and aesthetics

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"We're going to hit him where it hurts," I announce to Riley, pacing around the room as she sits by the window, staring intently at her bunny night light.

"Okay," comes Riley's response, and as my mouth forms a small 'o', she quickly adds, "but I hope you know I will not condone any sort of violence."

"Don't worry, Riles, we're not gonna murder him," I assure her, narrowing my eyes at her a little. "But if we did, I have to know if you have my back."

Her eyes widen and she looks like a deer caught in the headlights, but quickly recovers from her state of shock and replies, "If you ever need me, you know how to find me. I'll come with a shovel."

I let out a loud laugh. Trust Riley to brighten up your mood any and every day.

"So, how are we going to get back at him?" Riley enquires, cocking her head to one side.

"Depends. Are you up for the challenge, Riley Matthews?" To which Riley Matthews responds with a very enthusiastic nod and a wide Cheshire Cat grin.

Sitting down beside her, I look her in the eye and say, "This is how it's going to go." And as I explain the rest of the plan to Riley, her grin somehow manages to grow wider and wider.

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For the past three days, I've been trying to wash out the pink dye in my hair but to no avail, unfortunately. And somehow, ahem, my having pink hair has gotten out to the school population and it's been twisted into a rumour that I'm auditioning to be Bubblegum Girl on that new Disney show or whatever. Sometimes, I feel like I may be the most intelligent one in the school when people come up to me asking for an autograph in case I make it big time, but then again I did dye my hair pink. Even if it was only an accident.

And since everybody knows about my hair, I may as well show it off. So, I've been coming to school with my pink hair in a ponytail, because frankly, I've looked worse. The tables have turned, Friar.

Lucas Friar is leaning against my locker again today, like he's been for the past few days. "How's that audition for Bubblegum Girl going, Maya?"

"Shove off, Sundance," I glower at him.

"Don't need to get feisty, Shortstack," he flicks my forehead.

"What was that for?" I growl at him, resisting the very urge to punch him right there and then.

"Whoa, is somebody on that time of her month again?" Ugh, males.

"Yes, in fact, the only blood I want to spill right now is yours," I flash a smile at him, struggling to keep myself calm.

Before he can retort, I turn around and walk to homeroom.

"Ah, still haven't changed you hair, huh?" Mr Matthews grins, marking the attendance, as I walk in. I honestly don't know how the board of directors thought it was a good idea to transfer him from the middle school to the high school the same time his daughter graduated. It's honestly as cliché as a high school drama series.

"Yeah, Matthews, the auditions for Bubblegum Girl aren't for another week," I snort, much to his amusement.

Riley laughs from beside me and goes, "Oh, daddy? I forgot to tell you I'm going to dye my hair blue so I can be Maya's sidekick!"