Go Rot In Your Lamborghini

Enemies

          ---Rafe---

"She's my friend." I scowled at Tred. Gabe nodded, and Ado shrugged. I raised an eyebrow at Zach who just looked away, trying to look nonchalant. Tred circled us slowly. "Well, isn't that too bad. She messed with me. So we are going to get revenge."

           "You can't make us!" I yipped. I was already angry at Tred for "dismissing" Dev and Chase. It was afterall their business too. 

             "I can't?" Tred gasped. Then, he slapped his stomach, laughing, throwing a good look at Jace, who took his cue to laugh as well. Tred stopped, his face becoming emotionless again. He scanned over us slowly, eyes protruding angrily. Then his face broke into a big grin.

                "Are you sure I can't?" He walked closer to me, a smirk plastered on his pink lips.

           "Because, I know I can."

   I looked the other guys in the eyes. No. This isn't good. Looks of panic bloomed in Gabe's eyes. Ado, widened his eyes, but covered it quickly, trying not to show emotion. Zach, just gaped. I shook my head.

                          "You think you can blackmail us?"

"Freedom isn't free. And it's just about to cost you and your little friends, Rafe." Tred slowly turned back down the hallway, Jace, who gave us a weird look, followed closely behind.

          My hands simply dropped to my sides. I forlornly, began walking to first period. 

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---May---

Trey's head was literally in front of me. He was hunched over his book, scanning over it with his big blue eyes.

         He was angry at me. What could I do?

        Balling a piece of paper in my fist, I quickly scribbled "Sorry!" A thousand times on the sheet.

 Giving the ball a small toss, It landed on his desk perfectly. Trey brushed it to the ground.

         Scowling, I balled another sheet, and seeing if he'd pick it up, I tossed the blank sheet at his clean desk again. 

               Trey again brushed it to the ground. Oh really? Well then. I ripped open my binder, frowning, I ripped out ten sheets of paper, not really caring if the people around kept staring.

            Balled up. Toss. Brush off. Balled up. Toss. Brush off. Balled up. Toss. Brushed off. Balled up. Toss. Brushed off. 

        Every single time. I threw one last ball, and it accidentally hit his head. Trey let out an annoyed growl.

              Smiling, that I actually got a reaction, I threw the paper randomly at him, each time it winding up in the pile on the floor.

          "May." Mrs.Crosby gave me a warning tone. I looked at Mrs.Crosby, staring right into her glasses-magnified- eyes and pouted. "Sorry, Miss. It's just....." Then I commenced to breaking down to very fake tears.

             "My kitten died in a kitchen fire." 

      That's when Trey decided to give a very obnoxious laugh, snorts and all. Growling, I whipped out another ball at him, and he shrieked. 

      Mrs.Crosby, witnessing the scene before her, did not take it too well. She pushed her glasses up, and fixed her redheaded bun. She promptly took her stick body, to the phone. Punching in the numbers fastly, as the rest of the class laughed loudly. 

            "Yes. Office please. I have two students disrupting class. Yes I will send them your way. Thank you." 

     Giving us her ugliest scowl, she pointed to the door. I looked at the door like it was a disease, and made my way out. 

           "You too, Trey! I am so disappointed. You were my best student. May has corrupted you!"

Trey snorted.

             Maybe we finally restored our friendship through idiocy? Who would have thought!?