"Just Friends"

Chapter Two - Awfully Evil Idea

The first two weeks of Senior year where the greatest. Having four whole classes together, we constantly got in trouble whether it was from bad mouthing the teachers, drawing dicks on the wooden desks with sharpies, or blowing spitballs at people from mechanical pencil bodies.
The teachers even had to put us in separate detention rooms since all we would do was cause more trouble.

We were completely inseparable though, that was the thing. We did everything together and that's how I liked it.

We sat in our only free period, which was study hall in Mr.Lattoche's class room, which was world studies, and we contemplated different senior prank ideas we could possibly do.

"We could always bring our dogs to school.", she suggested, she had the handle to her mechanical pencil hooked to her lip, staring off into nothing boringly.
I laughed at her suggestion, "Of course, you would say that." I looked out the window, I saw as the rain started to drop lightly on the now fogged glass.

"It'd be funny to bring 3 pigs in. Label them as '1, 2, and 4' and watch as they try and find '3'.", I said, laughing at my own idea. She returned a laugh, removing the pencil from her mouth and shaking her head.
We heard the door swing open and all heads turned.

It was our evil dictator of a principal, Mr.Stankovitch, or as we like to call him, Mr.Stank-Yo-Bitch.

Scarlett's eyes rested on him as she muttered under her breath, leaning into me, "Mr. Stank-Yo-Bitch is at it again with the white tie."
We would always joke about how he always wears white ties, indicating that he never washes it, which is untrue. Just something to laugh at.
After lunch we would sometimes see mustard stains of some sort, him being completely oblivious to it.

But all jokes aside, he's an awful man. Strict and stern, he gets kids in trouble for no reason.
He specifically hates Scarlett and I for no particular reason.

He stood in front of the class, staring darts at each and every pupil. It seemed as though every moment he's around us, this tension builds up.

"Children," he started. "practice standards for college prep classes will be held off to next Friday.", he spoke, his hands folded. He continued to go on about it, but my focus went towards Scarlett, who was right next to me. But her eyes just stared at the man, I knew she was thinking of something. I don't know what, but I could just tell.
He eventually left after what seemed like forever of pointless babbling, as no-one in our study hall were even in college prep nor bothered to care. So we went back to our usually normal class.
I turned to Scarlett, who was still staring at the door as he left.

"What're you thinking about?", I question, staring at her. But her eyes never left the place she'd be staring and this awfully evil smirk soon appeared on her plump pink lips.

"I've got an idea."