The Bully Plan

Chapter Thirteen: The Karma

THIRTEEN: The Karma

Jake sat inside of the cleaner building. He was scared. More scared than he ever had been. He was lying down on a thin mattress he had discovered while looking for a light switch. He had found a light switch just near the door. The sun had gone down, it was getting dark outside. Jake was almost crying, screaming and yelling. The light did not do anything to calm his fear. The light was only making the shadows larger, longer and more scary. The noises added to the eeriness of the place. The tin roof would make large cracking sounds as it cooled down and the fruit-bats outside that screeched and scratched outside.  He was shivering. It was getting colder and colder by the minute. He looked at his phone to check to time. It was Ten-Thirty. That was the only use a phone that could not make phone calls was good for; checking the time and playing a boring game of Sudoku. He had ate the rest of his school lunch for a dinner-type thing around Seven-Thirty and he had drunk the rest of his school water. Now he needed to pee really badly. He couldn’t find a place to do it though. Most of the floor was carpeted and there was no toilet. He was extremely desperate; he felt if he held on for one more minute he would explode! He really had to go. He took out his water-bottle while he was sitting next to the door. Relief at last. Then the door opened and the cleaner looked right at home and said, “Oh my god! Put your thing away!” The cleaner closed his eyes. Jake started to blush. He pulled up his fly, emptied out his water bottle and ran all the way home completely embarrassed.

Darcy woke up. He had already had about five hours sleep. He realised he would have extremely a hard time to get back to sleep. Darcy looked outside of his room to see Blake standing there with Darcy’s mobile phone. “What are you doing with my phone?” asked Darcy.

“Shut up. Get back to bed. You shouldn’t be up. Get lost,” Blake returned.

“Dude, no that’s my phone, Give it back,” Darcy requested.

“No. I’m using it,” Blake refused.

“It’s my phone. Use your own,” Darcy ordered.

“The battery is flat on my phone,” Blake explained.

“I don’t care. You’re using up all my credit,” Darcy continued.

“The parents will get you more,” Blake continued.

“Yeah, in like a week, What if I need it for something Important?” Darcy argued.

“Nothing Important ever happens to you, Darcy,” Blake said finally taking his eyes of the phone.

“Like you would know.”

“Oh yeah Darcy, your life is the most important thing ever.”

“Blake, there are more important things in my life than in yours.”

“Dude, I just got a girlfriend.”

“How did you meet her?”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“It was over the web and you have never seen her in person have you, Blake?”

“No…”

“Ha-ha. She probably doesn’t even know about your… generous size.”

“You are just a little twerp! I’m going to beat you so bad you will wish you… uh… had never been born!” Blake said as he started pacing towards Darcy, already clenching his fists. Then Darcy’s mother walked in. “Excuse me? You would beat up a person that younger than you, Blake? You should be ashamed of yourself! Get to bed… The both of you!” she said with an obviously tiresome tone.

“He insulted me!” Blake protested.

“You stole his phone and you insulted him to! I heard the whole conversation from my bed! Looks liked I came in in the nick of time to save you Darcy. Blake, you are grounded for having even the thought of beating up someone so much younger than you!” Darcy’s mother lectured.

“My god mum! I am out of school! You can’t ground me!” Blake complained.

“Well, until you are out of my care, I can still parent, mother and treat you like your five; which is easy because you act like you’re five most of the time.” Their mother returned.

They both walked off to bed with Darcy laughing and Blake complaining. Before they entered the room, Blake gave Darcy a look of pure hate. Darcy returned this look with a smile and went to bed. He surprisingly went to sleep quickly after his mother had returned his phone to him.

Diablo was getting home around Ten-Thirty. He had been hanging with Joseph around the school. The sky was dark and it was getting late. His parents would be extremely mad. He had missed a big event that had been tonight. Oh well. Diablo didn’t care. Joseph looked over the road to see Jake walking.

“Dude, look it’s Jake,” Joseph pointed out.

“So it is. I think we should just let him be. By the look on his face he has had enough for the day.” Diablo said.

“Are you serious? He punched a girl. Do you know how much of a try-hard he is?” Joseph.

“Give him a break,” Diablo ordered.

“Whoa. You are different man. I thought you were badass but you’re just some weakling,” Joseph insulted.

“Dude, shut the hell up, man. I will kick you in face so hard you won’t get up. Even if the slim chance that you stay conscious, you will still stay on the ground. You know why?”

“Please tell me it is because I might be planking?” Joseph said with a pleasing tone.

“No. Not planking. You will be scared really bad. And out here in the middle of the night with no one to save you, what do you think will happen to the likes of you?” Diablo asked. Joseph stayed quite until he said, “Well Diablo, I see that obviously you don’t have the interpersonal skills to figure out a conflict verbally so…” Joseph yelled a loud karate noise and kicked Diablo’s legs out from underneath him and ran away. Then Diablo got up and caught up with Joseph with an easy jog and punched him in the chest and Joseph fell to the ground breathing heavily as he was winded by the force of Diablo’s fist.

“Ouch,” Joseph whispered