Molotov Cocktail

I snickered quietly as I hid behind a large green dumpster, brimming with garbage. Ryder and Ace crouched close to my side.

"Give me the cocktail," I whispered, holding out my hand, eyes on my target. I felt cool glass roll into my palm. "Washcloth." I rolled my eyes. Ace tossed the washcloth over my eyes. Another eye roll. I uncorked the bottle and stuffed the cloth inside and shook it.

In case you were wondering, those are the ingridients for a Molotov Cocktail. Illegal, obviously.

I slipped my lighter out of my hoodie and lit the fabric on fire, before I hucked it over the dumpster and through the windshield of Mrs. Crowley's - the vice principal's - car.

I snickered again, more evilly this time, as I watched her car burst into flames. Ace and Ryder both echoed my laughter, all of us being as quiet as possible. It's night time of couse, day time is too risky.

Ace coughed a little too loudly and I spun around to glare at him. The twin brothers shrugged apologetically.

Why would I throw and Molotov Cocktail into Mrs. Crowley's car? Because she gave me detention. Again. For skipping class. Again.

I saw a small mob of people flush out of the school building - including the Mrs. Herself! I saw her hands lift up to her head and press on the sides, and a flurry of people calling the fire department.

I'm pretty sure someone in there was homeless, since he was pissing on the fire.

"Phoebe...we gotta get out of here. I can hear sirens." Ryder whispered, as he inched around the corner of the building. No, stupid, not out of behind the dumpster.

The dumpster is located right near a corner of our large 'L' shaped school. He was inching back towards the back entrance so we could run.

We followed suit.

"Shit! The cops saw us, run faster!" Ace shouted, picking up his pace. I ran as hard as I could, and we leapt over countless fences before we slipped into someone's pool and held our breath underwater until the police left. Which wasn't too long, thankfully.

This probably wasn't the best plan since it's late October.

Pulling ourselves out of that pool and running home was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

Shivering, I unlocked the front door to our shared apartment and kicked a few stray cans of spraypaint out of the doorway.

"I call the shower!" Ryder screamed, before anyone else could get the chance. "What happened to ladies first?" I chattered, dripping water onto our floor. "You lost that privaledge when you decided to wear a white shirt and jump into a pool. Nice stripes by the way." Ace joked. I flushed and pulled my hoodie shut. I smacked him in the arm, too.

"We need to get off the wood floor." I mumbled, as I ordered Ryder to toss some clean towels out of the bathroom, which he did. Onto the floor in front of the door.

Ace laid some on the floor and sat down, draping a tattered blue towel over his shoulders. I sat criss-cross beside him and felt the water dripping out of my hair and occasionally hit my back before it slapped the towels on the floor.

Ryder finally left the bathroom in a whirl of steam.

"Fucking asshole," I shivered. "I'm freezing my ass off." I grabbed one of Ace's t-shirts off the back of the couch and went into the bathroom.

I was immediatly encased in the caressing warmth of the steam from Ryders shower. When you think about it, it's kind of gross.

I quickly stripped out of my soaked clothes and cranked the hot water. I regretted making the water so hot. It stung so badly, tears welled in my eyes. But eventually, the water just relaxed my tense muscles and heated my core.