Go Rot In Your Lamborghini

Paint And Promises

                              I was on my way to the parking lot, sighing happily. I hadn't seen or heard any of the evil crew today, and I was supremely excited. Well, I was just happy I could go home, not really happy about the fact my "Mommy Dearest" grounded me for life for insulting my precious superiors. Oh, suck on it, Mom. I can't tolerate that crap. It took me forever to get to my Mini Cooper, because it was in the back of the parking lot, the broken down part, where nails were strewn, and giant cracks in the pavement. I dug for my keys in my purse, grinning when I hit the smooth grooved metal, taking them out, and dropping them. I bent down, picked them up, and looked up.

                                           Twenty feet ahead, was my silver Mini Cooper... Covered in black and red graffiti. I could almost die. No. No. No. This was all his fault. And I felt myself slowly stand, and my hand choked the air, like I had Darth Vader's force. I imagined Chase's neck, and  I squeezed until my hands were red and white. This better come off. It was all a coincidence, Just as Chase sped away on his Lamborghini, revving it warmly. I growled, stomping, almost able to hear his chuckling. "Fuck you, Chase!" I walked to my Mini Cooper, devastated. Oh, you're going to pay. Oh hell yes.

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                I was in my tank-top and shorts, scrubbing my Mini with anger. I was cursing them all, cursing everyone. I hated that school. I wish I never got in, But I won't give up. Not for them. That's letting them win. I just kept scrubbing, the hood of my Mini, suds everywhere- even on me. I picked up the grey waterhose, and let it rinse. I picked up the scrubbing sponge, and continued the scrubbing, until I heard a similar sound, that I've heard before.

                         A whir, the hiss of an expensive engine. And, in my neighborhood, which was almost like a Suburb, this kind of expensive, almost European sounding engine was so not common. I dropped my sponge. Oh no, no, no. Soon, I was racing to my frontdoor, fumbling, trying to get in and hide from Chase or whoever the hell dared to come here.

                                  The silver Audi R8 Spyder pulled up behind my Mini Cooper in ease, with a hiss of the engine. Slowly, I stepped away from my front door, that I discovered was locked. Out stepped the blond boy from the lunchroom, a big smile permanently inplanted on his rich-boy face. "Hey, May!" He waved excitedly, however I just gaped. This model-like boy, my nemesis, along with Chase and a few others, decides he can drive right up into my yard treating me like his best friend. "I'm sorry, but, who are you?" I asked, swallowing. My hands were on my hips, I probably looked horrible. My hair was in a messy ponytail, with no doubt suds in it. My tank-top was soaked on the hems. My shorts were bright blue, and just ridiculous- I looked like I was in sixth grade.

                                "Oh! My name is Zach! Sorry for showing up out of the blue." He nervously mumbled. I quirked an eyebrow, hands still on my hips. What was I supposed to say? Hi, I'm May and I seriously hate you, oh and Chase. And the rest of you egotistical- "I'm May. And what do you think you're doing here?" Well, close enough, eh?

                                     "Actually, I know you're May. And you're actually coming with me." He smirked. Oh great, here comes his arrogant side. I knew it. Are all of them seriously like this?

                                            "Uhm, you have another thing coming if you think I'-"

                               "She's coming! Wait one second. She'll go get ready." My mother interjected. standing there, with oven mits on both hands, and an apron tightened around her waist. Her red hair was in a messy ponytail and her mouth formed a sly smile. Oh. My. God.I hadn't even heard her come out!

                                                        "Moth-" "Come on sweety!" She yanked on my hand, pulling me through the frontdoor, calling back to Zach. "Wait right there!" She yelps, closing the door. I then put two and two together.

                         "You locked me out!" I gasped, poking her. Mom just looked at me, glaring.

                "Yes! But thank god I was listening to every word you guys were saying! You could have ruined a chance with that boy!" She says, clapping excitedly. My mother, was afterall and eccentric being. She pushed me off on every guy, and probably faint with happiness if I came home pregnant. Okay scratch that, maybe not. She practically pushed me off on everybody, and now, I couldn't help but feel intimidated by her.

              She was good two inches taller than me, her beauty still unmatchable by anyone- even if she were wearing crap, she'd still look glamorous. Freckles spattered her nose, and she was still incredibly fit for her age.She inherited the great looks from my Grandma, who, could've been a Victoria's Secret model if it was invented back then.

                       "If you were listening, then you would know that he's a jerk! He and his friends vandalized Betsy!" Mom gave me a disapproving look, folded her arms over her apron-ized chest.

                                        "That's just a guy's way of saying he likes you. Besides, you have already done enought to those poor boys! This is your way of apologizing, and you're going whether you like it or not. " Mom snapped., lifting her chin up. Was this woman looney!?! In no way, was that saying that Chase had some kind of crush on me. I could throwup.

                "Ew, Mom! No!" I shook my head. "Do you know who that boy is out there?" Mom snapped, pointing her finger to the door, mouth forming an "o" shape. "That is, the very handsome son of Richard Dere. As in Zach Dere. Does that name mean anything to you?" I shook my head, rolling my eyes and getting fed up. "Richard Dere, is a technological genuis. As in, he holds the market for software. As in he owns the world's leading scientific lab for software, and he is now working on a cure for cancer! As in-" "Mom! I've heard enough! I just wanted to get that spraypaint off my car, okay? I do not want to go anywhere with Zach Derriere." I huffed. Mom practically fainted. "You did not just say Zach Butt, did you!? His name is Zach Dere, and if you're going to date him, you have to know his name, now come on let's get ready!"

                                          "I'm not going, Mom." I fought, as she fixed my hair. "Yes you are." She sent me one last warning glance. "Do you want to be grounded for sixth months?" She snapped, and I instantly shut up."I'm already grounded for four." I mumbled. When Mom says the word 'grounded' everyone should run for the hills. Because when Mom says grounded, she means it. No TV, no cellphones, no car, (which means walking to school), computers, no friends, no nothing. It's hell too, because she makes you do things you don't want to. Like one time, I went on a date with one of my neighbor's kids. It was... Scarring. I can still smell throw-up everytime I walk by that house. I shuddered.

                                               "I'll be right back, honey. Stay here." She snapped, running downstairs, no doubt inviting Zach in.

                 I stared into the mirror. What could I do to get out of this? Act gross. No. It's probably some sort of trap. Or maybe.. I was soon sidetracked. My hair was in a sexy ponytail, my bangs over my forehead, and little tendrils of hair came down by my ears. I had just changed into whatever Mom had thrown at me. And apparently, she knew what she was talking about. At least she didn't make me wear dress. Hmm.. The tight black pants fit perfectly, and the white ruffle shirt actually looked good, which was really weird. I was starting to get creeped out. So, grabbing a random leather jacket, I raced downstairs. Maybe, this could work. Maybe, even though I'm forced to do this- I could get something out of it.

                         One word echoed in my head while I bounced downstairs.

                          Revenge.