mood rings

brown

Brown- the person is nervous and on edge, often when the person is anxious or on edge

"Will you help me with something?" I asked Kyle from across the lunch table. Luckily Ralph and the rest of the guys were skipping today, which meant me and Kyle could sit together without any taunting.

"Uh yeah. What is it?" He asked me, looking up at me.

"Well, I uh, I wanted to buy some eggs at the grocery store. And then, throw them at a house." His eyes immediately perked up, clearly interested.

"Who's house?"

"Jesse's." I answered with a smirk. Just thinking about egging his house made me smile.

"Uh yeah, but why?" He asked, picking his nails absentmindedly.

"He's an asshole." I answered.

"Yeah I guess." He grinned.

Jesse was one of those guys that you hang with, but never get close with. So for about a year of my life I hung out with him. But then we got in a fight over something stupid, and he told everybody that I was a total crack head.
Which I am not.

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"Are you sure?" He whispered, watching as I slashed three of Jesse's tires. The sound of the air flowing made me laugh, anticipating his reaction. His prized possession was his Escalade, the car always polished and spotless.

"Kyle, yes I am sure.

"What do I do with these?" He asked, still holding the two cartons of eggs.

"Let's go throw them. Try not to hit a window." I instructed, taking a carton of eggs.

And then one by one they hit the huge house, splattering on the bricks. I know revenge is bad. And I know it's wrong, but damn it feels good.

"I like this." He smirked, throwing the egg against the house.

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That's how we ended up in the back of the police car.

I guess Jesse's mother had woken up, and called the police on us. We tried to run, they still found us.

"Dan, didn't I tell you last time to quit with this shit?" The police asked. Somehow everyone I did stupid shit, he would always be the one to catch me.

"Yeah." I mumbled, Kyle looking at me questioningly. Despite the dark car, I could tell he was tracing the two dots and line that made the smiley face on his wrist.

"I'm really sorry." I told Kyle, watching as he looked up at me.

"Dan it's fine. I had fun."