Prank Masters

16: The Fluoro Pink

Staring at my once beautiful normal bike with normal silver metal, it was now covered in pink. Not just any type of pink; it was the hot bright fluoro one. My bike literally looked like it just came out of the circus.

"Can I guess who did this to you?" Kat asked.

"I don't think you need to guess. I already know who did it," I replied, taking out the nail polish remover out of my bag.

Wearing a pair of rubber gloves, I tipped the nail polish remover bottle to one side and damped it with a piece of cloth. Carefully wiping the area where the super glue was in effect, I was finding it difficult to remove the stupid glue from the wheel. It seemed as though it was re-glued with extra industrial super glue or something. Then it hit me.

I glanced down at my wonderful pink bike and looked for any paint drippings on the racks. There wasn't a single drop. That just means that Ice Pack Stealer removed my bike away from the racks before painting it and re-gluing it back on. He probably waited for the paint to dry and used an industrial super glue to make my life extra hard. I'm guessing the glue he used was stronger than the glue I'd used on his shoes yesterday.

Looking at the bike again, the only part that wasn't painted was the wheels. That was literally the only thing that stayed the same. Usually, nail polish remover would do the trick in removing the stickiness of super glue (I did some research on this yesterday). But in this case, I'll also need something to scrape the glue off the wheel and rack. This would probably cause damage to my bike's wheel, but I have no other choice. It was either this or donate my only bike to school as a circus, fluoro pink, art project.

"It isn't working, is it?" Kat gave me the question look.

"Yeah," I sighed. "Do you happen to have something that I can scrape the glue off?" I looked at her frowning. "Something made out of metal perhaps?"

"I have a metal ruler you can use," Kat answered as she searched her bag. "Here," she gave me the ruler, "but doesn't that mean the wheel will have a hole?"

As much as I didn't want to answer her question, I nodded. "I'll probably need to wheel the bike back home, this afternoon, and then replace the wheel by spending forty dollars on it."

"There, there," Kat patted my shoulder. "Let's just look at the bright side, at least Romeo didn't stick both the wheels to the rack. So you'll only need to spend forty dollars instead of eighty dollars."

Scraping the ruler between the wheel and the rack, while dampening the cloth with more nail polish remover, I sighed to her comment. "That's true," I replied, still feeling depressed. "But the other problem is now my bike is pink!" I paused and looked at her right in the eye, "Pink! It's pink! I tell you. I hate pink!"

Kat lowered down next to me and gave me a hug, "I know little Julie, I know." She stroked my hair and made me feel like a little kindergarten, "It'll all be over when one of you falls."

"Falls?" I asked, "What do you mean?"

Kat had that glimmer in the eyes again, "Very soon you'll know what I mean." She smiled again and changed the subject, "Okay then, how about I do the cloth dampening and you do the scraping?"

I had a question look all over my face, wondering why she didn't just directly answer my question. But then again, I had a feeling that if I continued to ask her, her psychic self would simply give me more metaphors and make things more confusing than it already was. So I let that thought fly away and answered her, "Yeah. Thanks for helping me, Kat."

She smiled with high spirits, "You're very welcome."

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Did I mention that I was in the same biology class with Ice Pack Stealer? Well if I didn't, now you know. I was so happy that I was in the same class with Kat and all. I seriously was. But when I found out that Ice Pack Stealer was also in the same class, I was disappointed. The next best thing was (note: I'm being sarcastic here), he just happened to be my lab partner as well. Why on earth did I have to be partners with him?