"We are going to get caught."
"Can you stop being such a pessimist?"
"I will as soon as you stop being a psycho!"
"We are not going to get caught," Charlotte said calmly, "Now shut up, I can't hear anything with your constant nagging," she whispered, putting her ear against a locker.
Who's locker you may ask?
Why only, the scum of the earth, the one person I loathe the most, the moronic, sadistic asshole I once called my boyfriend; who only dated me thanks to a dare: Shaun Morgan.
Clearly I'm not bitter about it anymore.
Why were we breaking into his locker? That's very good question. A question I forgot the answer to.
"Why are we doing this again?" I whispered, my arms folded across my chest.
"Payback," Charlotte shrugged.
"What did he do to you?" I asked, resolving to tear him a new one the next time I saw him.
Nobody messes with my best friend.
"He hurt you." She stated, turning the dial to his locker, her ear still pressed against it.
Actually, looks like nobody messes with her best friend.
I looked at her, my heart melting like a giant slab of butter, "Aw-"
She held up a finger, "Save it," she said, slowly puling the locker door open, "Ta-Da!" she grinned.
"You have got to teach me how to do that," I said, slightly amazed.
"All in good time, little one," she said, "Now, where are- ah!"
She pulled out a pair of red Pokemon boxer shorts, holding them a good distance away from her, "ugh, god. when was last time he washed these?" she nearly gagged.
I didn't want to know. And from the looks of it she didn't want to either.
"The things I do for you," She whispered under her breath, "This is SPARTA!" She whisper-yelled that last part, pulling out the itching powder and sprinkling it all over the shorts, inside and out. "That should be it," she said, closing the bottle, and tossing the shorts back inside the locker.
"Uhh.. I don't think so," I said, pointing to the several other pairs in the locker.
She sighed, popping off the lid again, and holding her nose, "Let's do this."
"Do what exactly?"
I frowned, that didn't come from me, and that didn't come from Charlotte. I turned to her and we both shared the same look. It came from behind us. We both slowly turned, coming face to face with her.
Ladies and Gentleman, allow me to introduce you to Ms. Patricia Winter; tech geek, journalist, editor of the school newspaper and Cassie's best friend, who currently wore a huge smirk on her face, seeing that she basically caught us trying to sabotage her best friend's boyfriend.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here," she smirked again.
"Jesus, woman. We aren't in a movie," Charlotte rolled her eyes, "not that anyone would ever cast you in a movie."
"Shhh," I said, stepping on her foot, "Don't anger the beast."
But it was too late, Patricia looked like she was about to explode; the girl had been known around school for her short temper, in fact, there were more than a couple of occasions where her fury was unleashed thanks to a couple of feeble comments.
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