A Stupid, Hopeless Crush

Chapter-17 An Attractive Face

I pace around my room, seething in anger. "I have to stop crushing on him. I need to take revenge instead. He ruined my Chemistry grade. He could've done anything, but he shouldn't have touched my academics. That's the one thing I value most."

"Would you stop pacing around?" asks Ethan, adjusting his position on the couch. "You're making my head spin."

I stop and turn to him. "Tell me one thing Brandon values most."

"Sex."

I pause. "Something else, perhaps?"

Ethan shrugs. "That's all I've got."

I frown at him. "How will I take my revenge on Brandon if I don't even know what he values most??! It's been two days since he sabotaged my grades, and I'm not even able to do anything!"

"Are you sure you didn't misread your feelings of utter hatred towards him for a crush?" He asks. I shake my head. "I don't know! He's making me not like him, but then he'll just go and do something that makes me like him even more than before! I don't know what to do!!"

Ethan is about to say something, when suddenly my bedroom door bursts open, and in storms June with a murderous look in her eyes.

"You piece of crap!!" She shouts, storming up to me. "Why didn't you tell me you like Brandon??! Why Brandon??! Why not Ethan over here?! He's so much better than Brandon!!" She starts pacing about the room now, ranting about my choice of crushes. Kris walks in, and I glare at him.

"Sorry," he says, not looking sorry at all. "I had to tell her. She's my girlfriend."

"No shit," I say, and turn to June. "June, calm down! It's alright!! It's not that big a deal!"

She stops and looks at me incredulously. "Not that big a deal??! I come to know from someone else that my best friend has a crush on someone! How is that not a big deal?"

"Okay,"says Kris, and turns to Ethan. "Let's go, buddy. We gotta give them some time."

"Finally!" Ethan jumps up, and looks at Kris. They stare at each other for a while, and then simultaneously say, "Fruit Loops" and race each other down the stairs.

I sigh, and turn back to June. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm just confused about my feelings, and so I didn't wanna jump to conclusions. That's why I didn't tell you."

She flops down on the bed, and then looks at me. "It's okay. It's not your fault. And I really appreciate what he did for you that night. But Kyles, he can't just get away with trashing your grades. You have to report him."

"No one would believe me, June. But you're right. I can't let him get away with this." I sigh. "I'll think of something. Don't worry."

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It's seven in the evening when I finally get an idea. June left with Kris, and Ethan left saying that he had some important work to do. Laura and her parents had dropped in to meet Mom and Dad, and they went out for dinner. So I've been all alone at home, plotting ways to get back at Brandon.

"Bwahahahaha," I say evilly, rubbing my palms together. I have finally found a way, and may I say I am a genius!!

I quickly grab my wallet and keys, and walk out of the house, closing the door behind me. I start the bike and make my way to Walmart. As soon as I walk in, an attendant comes up to me. "Hello," she greets. "How may I help you?"

"Uh..." I look around. "I'm looking for paint."

"Any specific kind? House paint, spray paint, oil paint...?"

"Well...do you have face paint?"

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I come back home by eight, and notice that nobody's come yet. Great. I'll have some time by myself to work out the logistics of my plan.

I go up the stairs to my room, and suddenly stop. Is what I'm doing right? I do like him, even if he doesn't reciprocate whatever messed-up feelings I have for him. Will I really feel better if I take revenge on Brandon?

I guess not.

I sigh, enter my room and opening the chest of drawers, stash whatever I'd bought in there. Then I sit down at my desk and decide to study.

I've barely read a page of Biology, when something softly dashes against my head and lands on the floor. I look down; it's a paper aeroplane. I pick it up and open it, and sure enough, there's something written on it:

Look up, princess.

I look up, and see Brandon grinning at me cheekily, waving. "Hey, princess! What; you think studying more will make your grades better? Not a chance."

I frown. "Stop bothering me, Brandon."

"No, honestly," he sits down at his window-sill, a clear indication that he's up for another long episode of 'Let's Torture Kylee'. "Why are you even trying? You know that I've already destroyed whatever chance you had of getting an all-round A+ on your school report."

"Brandon, would you please leave me alone?" I turn to look at him, and find him leaning comfortably against his window, his hands behind his head. His biceps flex for a moment and I gulp, and take a deep breath.

Focus, Kylee.

"What was that?" he asks. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of my triumph."

I angrily walk up to my window, and shut the glass-pane.

Screw my feelings.

I'll show him who's boss.

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I climb up into his room in the middle of the night, using my awesome ninja skills. I'm ready for camouflage in case he wakes up; I'm wearing black pants, a black hoodie, and a ski-mask. I feel very hot and uncomfortable, but hey, on a mission as important as this, comfort is the thing I'm least bothered about.

As I lithely climb (read: clumsily clamber) over the windowsill and into his room, I notice that everything is in its place, which is really strange for a guy like Brandon. I see him lying in his bed, snoring softly, and for a minute I just keep looking at him. I remember that morning when I woke up next to Brandon; he looked so calm, quiet, peaceful -

What the heck?? Shut up, Kylee. You've got to focus.

I open my backpack and take out my supplies; face paint, brushes of different sizes, and an old teddy bear I had when I was younger.

And I get to work.

Around thirty minutes later, when I'm done, I carefully raise Brandon's arm, place the teddy bear under it, and put it down again. Then I stand back and admire my work.

It's perfect.

I take out my phone, click a selfie with me grinning and showing a thumbs up, and Brandon sleeping in the background. Then I take a photo of Brandon, take back my teddy bear, and stuffing all my things in my backpack, I go to the window and swiftly climb back out and back into my bedroom.

Then I open Facebook and post both pictures on Brandon's wall, tagging myself in it. As soon as I press the 'post' icon, a feeling of satisfaction comes over me. Now, just to wait for tomorrow.

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Okay, I know I'm late.

But on the brighter side, you get one more update!

A Stupid, Hopeless Crush is officially UNHOLDED.

Peace!

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