The Dating Club

Thoughts, Thongs and Third Wheeling It

Chapter 20: Thoughts, Thongs and Third Wheeling It

"Agh!"

"Shush he's going to hear us!"

"You stood on my foot!"

Marissa punches my arm lightly as we tiptoe around the farmhouse, giggling albeit a little drunkenly. She wobbles to my side as I peer in through the downstairs window, checking its open before lifting my leg to climb in.

"A G-String? That's the most practical piece of underwear you could find to pull off this operation?" Marissa whispers into my ear as I struggle to break into the Tripes' household.

"Stop peeking at my panties you pervert," I grin, hitching my leggings up and sliding into the living room on my belly.

Marissa follows in after, tugging at her black leather jacket. We are clothed all in black and more than a bit tipsy, having decided on the spur of the moment to raid the drinks cabinet and sneak into Luke's house, to completely trash the place.

Checking the coast is clear I cartwheel across the hallway before sliding onto my belly and rolly-pollying until my head hits the bottom of the stairs.

"Owee," I moan, rubbing it. Marissa hops up to me giggling, and rubs it sympathetically.

"Poor baby. Lets see if ripping up Luke's posters will make you feel better," she says, jumping up the stairs in Luke's giant house and sliding up to the wall. She beckons to me silently and I bite my lip, a sudden piece of my good old conscience kicking in.

Honey, this may be the first time that I'm more sober than you are. And I have to say, this is a BAD idea. Let me spell that out. B - A - D -

"Coming!" I half whisper, crawling up the stairs on all fours.

Forgetting to be quiet at one in the morning I slink across the floor, joining Marissa as she pushes Luke's door open lightly.

Our first mistake. "Babe come on - hey, what's that?"

"Shit! Back up!" Hisses Marissa, her butt colliding with my nose as she quickly shuffles up behind me.

I take a left and we both tumble into Luke's sleeping sister's room.

"Parma what's wrong?" Calls Luke.

Through the crack in Lily's door I see Parma standing in a skimpy nightdress, nose crinkled as though she can smell something disgusting. Her nostrils flare once before she turns and stalks back to Luke.

"You said he alway goes out to Parma's on a Saturday night!"

"He used to!" I insist, recalling the snapchats Parma would send to me whenever he was at her house.

"What do we do now?" Whispers Marissa.

"I don't know! We're going to have to sneak out and get revenge another way. Get Matty to slash his tyres or something," I reply.

The first week following that awkward phone call with Marissa was the trickiest. I eventually gave up on ignoring the two and accepted that Matty had never really liked me, but was using me to get to my best friend. To be honest, I was actually ok with that. I mean, I got a free tub of ice cream and sixteen bags of clothes out of it, so, what the hell. The two are very cute together.

Marissa and I lean our heads agains the wall, our minds whirring as we search for solutions to our dilemma. The past few weeks have been filled with Marissa, Matty and myself searching for ways to get back at Luke and, if possible, Parma too. Now that she has Luke in her grasp she has given up on sending me on pointless dates and this has left me feeling a lot more in control.