Falling for Gray

Chapter 4: Wrath of the Orangutan

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Sugar... check,
Duct tape... check,
Sodium Chlorate... check,
And something from the science lab that smells an awful lot like an after strong curry fart mixed with blue cheese and really bad armpit odour ... erm check.

Everything was in place and ready to go, now we just need to find a place to let it all rip. I turn to the guy, whose name still hasn't returned to me but quite frankly I still couldn't careless; I watch him join the sugar, duct tape, Sodium Chlorate and the stinky substance to make a small stink bomb with very little power which is only used to make someone have a stinky day, no pun intended. I've used them countless times before but I'm quite surprised the guy knows how to make them.
"Where did you learn how to make them then?" I ask, well I say ask more like demanded to be told.

He looks up from his finished product and a sly smile comes on his face, "sweetheart, there is a lot you don't know about me. For instance, do you even realise who your dealing with?" He returns.

Folding my arms over my chest, allowing my fingers to fumble in the fabric of my shirt; I huff in annoyance. This bad boy really likes to contradict me. "Yeah, your one of those cocky bad boy player types who think their the absolute best thing to walk the planet and that every boy is in envy of them and every girl licks the ground you walk on, can't say that I do considering I couldn't give two shits who and what you are" I snap back. For a moment it looks like he is slightly hurt and mortified by how quickly I realised what he was. But honestly, he contradicts my theory again with a rough laughter. His laugh... honestly if I was one of those girls, I'm pretty sure they'd be having an orgasm right about now. To much? Probably, but I only speak the truth considering I've seen these kinds of things way to many times before.

His laughter does down and he opens his arms him and gestures to himself, "I'm not exactly what everyone thinks I am. Sure, I smoke and have gotten in trouble with the police but that doesn't make me a bad boy. Yeah, I've slept with a few girls but that doesn't make me a player. I'm just Grayson Adams" he says with a smirk.

So that was his name, Grayson, it rang in my head like an African drum. Typically, in the schools I've been in previously, not once was there a boy named Grayson. Must be a unique name. I snap out of my thought from a deep and husky voice, my eyes follow up until the reach a pair of deep Pacific grey eyes. "And what do they call you?" Grayson asks me.

"Jordyn"

He holds his hand out for me too shake, I oblige and take it. Our hands move up and down in a swaying motion before being released. "Nice to meet you, Jordyn" he says with a very small but noticeable smile. The corner of my mouth lifts and drops, like usual.

We snap out of our greetings and such not and continue with our prank. We converse silently while we try and figure out a suitable place for us to place the bomb. Typically, the majority of students would be in the cafeteria right about now so us placing the bomb shouldn't be any trouble. Just where to place it was the question.

"How about dickheads office?" Asks Grayson as  he stuffs the bomb inside his black backpack. Dickhead, or more importantly, Mr Huntington seemed like a worthy subject to participate in this experiment.

"Mm, perhaps. Even so, isn't there anybody else that isn't too high up that we could prank?" I ask quickly before we walk out of the janitors closet. We begin to walk closely beside each other down the hallway, taking our pacing slowly.