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3. I Probably Broke Usain Bolt's Record

3. I Probably Broke Usain Bolt's Record

"Hello? Is somebody there?" the girl asked, while going inside the old house.

    "What an idiot. Don't these stupid airheads get it that the killer is not gonna reply back to them? He ain't gonna scream, "oh darling, I'm currently in the kitchen preparing to kill you.""

     "Shut up. You're gonna spoil the entire movie for everybody sitting in this movie hall." Dayna Whisper-shouted

     "Bleh. As if I care." I shrugged.

      We were currently watching some stupid scary movie where there is a killer on the lose. Typical. I couldn't even sleep during the movie cause there were people screaming in the movie every two seconds. After my "clothes hunger games", I ditched Tams and made plans with Dayna to watch a movie. And here I am.

     I cringed at the clichéd-ness of the movie. Ugh, I can't stand this anymore. I got up from my seat and walked out into the staircase aisle. I took one step up, clearly disoriented from the darkness and slammed into somebody.

     "Holy shit!" I fell backwards onto the stairs. Popcorn flew everywhere and coincidently a cup of soda fell on top of me.

    "Owww. My ass." I tried getting up but my butt hurt like a mother. Stupid stairs. I looked up to see who I crashed against. I scoffed.

     "You have to pay for this, nerd." Ryan snickered, dumping the rest of the popcorn on my soda soaked head.

   "You so didn't." I growled. He was going to pay for this. I got up and took Dayna's soda out of her hand and flung it at Ryan. It smacked against his head and he fell back. I quickly took this chance to run.

   And I bolted from the theatre as fast as Usain bolt.

    I probably even broke his record.

     Just kidding.

     As I ran past people, they gawked at me. I didn't slow down until I made it to the women's restroom.

     Ryan won't have the guts to enter the women's restroom. He's an asshole but I know for a fact that he won't go so low to enter the restroom.

     I panted and walked over to the sink. Girls snickered and chuckled at me. I know I'm a sight for sore eyes. C'mon, this soda really makes my hair pop. Literally.

     I stuck my head underneath the faucet and let cool water run down my head.

   "Arghhhh!! Stupid soda!!" I was ten minutes in to rinsing my hair but the damn soda just won't go.

   Fun fact: soda is sticky has hell and once it's on your hair. Haha. You're doomed.

    Worst part of it all? There was popcorn stuck too. That stupid Ryan had the audacity to dump popcorn on my head.

    Ok, let me tell you something about Ryan Avery. He's the popular jock of our school. Star quarterback and all that crap. You get the jist, right?

    Yeah, so we aren't exactly close. Actually, we're far from it. He's Chase's friend 'cause c'mon, all footballers hang out together. It reminds me of that idiom: birds of a feather, flock together.

    He thinks he rules the school. Well, actually he does. His dad is one of the biggest trustees of the school. Lucky asshole.

   Wait, what was I saying again?

Oh yeah, my relation with him. Blehhhh.

   He knows me through Chase and let me tell you, he hates me. The feeling is mutual though.