A cLiChÈ lOvE sToRy

5 - It DoEsN't MaTtEr WhAt YoU sAy

Sitting in a red Ferrari in front of Flaca Dains house, I began to rethink the entire thing.

"I normally wouldn't give a shit but since I need you to be on your 100%, are you ready for this?" Oscar handed me the camera.

"Honestly, I don't know." I sighed, fidgeting with the camera lens.

"I'm giving you a chance to ruin Flaca Dains and get your dad's job back and you're chickening out?" he scoffed, shaking his head.

"I don't know if I want to ruin Flaca Dains." He stared at me with his hazel eyes  for a full five seconds - I counted -and then he spoke: "Flaca is a terrible human being."

"I mean, is she?" I sighed, "she apologized for repeatedly hitting me at dodgeball today - can you imagine that?" 

"Do you know what she calls you?" he raised is eyebrows questionably.

"Roadkill. But you call me that too and-"

"Zit." he spoke and I could swear that I heard sound effects.

"What?"

"She calls you a zit. You're an annoying zit she can't pop and nothing else."

"B-But," I spluttered, "I've never even spoken to her before yesterday and she came to me!" 

"To see if you'd fade into the shadows like everybody else she talks too."

There was dead silence.

"That bitch." I spat and Oscar patted me on the back.

"Go get 'em tiger."

Breaking into the house of Flaca Dains was harder than I thought. First, I faced the maid who came to answer the door and convinced her that i was a girl scout who wanted donations for the 'Help the llamas Foundation.' (Yes, I'm obsessed with llamas. It's called playing too much SIMS4):

"Okay, give me ten minutes and I'll bring out the Mrs' checkbook. Make yourself at home." the woman had led me to a living room that looked like it came out of a 70s movie.

Immediately the maid left the room, I headed straight for the staircase, remembering what Oscar had said to me. I took the stairs two at a time with my heart beating behind my ears. When I got to the far room on the left - Flaca's room - I froze. 

There was a white mat in front of her door that read: 'Don't come in, please' and I was so sure that her room would have carpet all over the floor that I almost turned back. Carpet. Footsteps. I took two deep breaths and pushed the pristine white door open and almost cried. Even though - happily - there was no carpet so my footsteps could not be seen, the room was otherwise a sickening shade of pink. I almost felt like throwing up.

Keeping my guts down, I took one step in the room and everything else just happened fast. I started taking pictures of everything - from her posters of One Direction to her laptop. I opened it and shook my head as I clicked  on her username and it logged me in immediately. Once it logged in, it sent me to her desktop. 

There was nothing but a video file so I double clicked on it. I clicked play and the video started with her spinning around, showing off a pink bikini. I skipped to the middle and immediately shut the computer, having seen something I didn't want to see - something that burned my eyes forever. I spent ten seconds calming myself and then I realized how this could do a lot for me. A whole freaking lot. And a whole lot was what I needed.

I smiled and then brought out my flash, opening the laptop, plugging my flash into the USB port into the computer and dragged the video into the icon that represented my flash on the computer. That was when I heard the horn and the blood drained from my face.

Oscar and I had agreed that when Flaca was returning, he would horn twice. I contemplated yanking my flash out and flying out of the window but instead I did the stupidest thing my mind could come up with. I waited. The transfer was on 98% and I couldn't afford to lose it now. I heard the footsteps inch closer and Oscar's loud voice already booming through the door. I suppose it was purposely loud so I would know how close they were. I looked at the transfer. 99%. 100%. And Flaca Dains walked through her room door.

~*~

Hiding under the bed of the most popular girl in school didn't produce as much adrenaline as I hoped it would've. As I lay there, my arms and legs dead as I listened to her and Oscar chat obnoxiously, I pinched the back of the ankle of someone in red vans who I'd hoped was him.

"Ow." I heard his voice and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" I heard her voice which definitely wasn't worried at all.

"Oh nothing. Just scratched my arm a little too hard." he fake laughed. "Hey, why don't you go have a shower? You look stressed."

"Hmmm. Ok. But my shower pods for music are under my bed, lemme-"

"I'll get it for you." Oscar suddenly got on his belly and lifted up the duvet cover to stare at me in the face.

"Help." I mouthed.

He slapped me lightly in the face then got some pods I hadn't noticed before laying next to me then got back up. I heard the light patter of Flaca walking then a door slammed closed and the duvet was lifted up.

"Go." he snapped.

I got up and forced my asleep limbs to work in my favour. 

"I got some sweet juice on her." I smiled at him.

"It doesn't matter what you say, I hope you've got proof." Then he pushed me out of the room.

I sighed and then proceeded to navigate through the great mansion of Flaca Dains, praying not to run into the maid.

And I have to say... it was a lot like navigating through a video game maze.

A really hard video game maze.

Very hard.

Really, really hard.

Like with two stairs leading to two different places.

Okay, I'll stop now.