After CJ and me... Hit it off at her place. We decided to teach Chandler a lesson. A painful lesson, that is. That trashy dickhead deserves to go to hell for what he said to me last night.
Okay, so his street is 21 Avenue? That makes sense, only the richest live in that classy neighborhood.
Yep, he definitely lives in the largest house found in this neighborhood. See? That house with gargoyles sitting in two obelisks, that's his place. Let's go in Nathan. We should pay him a visit.
We went inside Chandler's house. It really looked so cool with a front yard lawn with a botanical garden and lots of flowerbeds.
Hmm... I'm guessing either Chandler or Chandler's parents are gardeners.
Somehow, it felt weird seeing that bastard as a gardener.
Meh, let's go in.
The house was bright and nicely colored.
Hey, Nathan let's grab a knife.
What!? No, I'm not planning to kill him!
Just kidding. Doesn't seem like his parents are home. I always hear they're always travelling, leaving their stupid son in this house.
Really? Then that's a good thing.
Footsteps from the stairs suddenly rumble. It was Chandler!
Nathaniel? Girl I've never met before!?
What the hell are you cocksuckers doing here?
Uh, we felt bad for you so we decided to come by and brew you a hangover cure.
Chandler's face was oddly suspicious of us.
Fine. And make it snappy, I want a cherry on top of it with whipped cream. Got it!?
Yes, Chandler sir.
We went to the kitchen.
CJ opened the sink drawer and grabbed a bottle of drain cleaner. Particularly, Mr. Muscle.
CJ? What are you gonna do with that?
I thought he wanted something snappy. So let's make it snappy.
I responded by complimenting her.
Aw, you're so bad, baby.
I kissed her lovingly but I said to her...
No we shouldn't kill him though. Let's just make him puke his guts out.
CJ looked disappointed but happy at the same time.
Let's see, tomato juice, pickle extract, sink water, and a dash of salt.
Meanwhile, CJ is brewing her own concoction.
Chandler went to the kitchen.
What the fuck is taking so long? I'm gonna kill you tomorrow earlier than I expected. Make it 7 AM.
Okay, Chandler.
I grabbed a cup and made him drink it.
He drank it without hesitation.
Moments later... I realized.
I grabbed the wrong cup...
He began choking and holding his hand to his throat helplessly. He struggled to breath and later began to sit on all fours.
He grabbed a portion of the lower part of my pants as I watch, horrified. He later suffered to stand up but still did so. He caressed my face as I still glare at him with a terrified face.
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أدب المراهقينThe story follows Nathaniel Sawyer at his first time at senior year high school. He thinks that his life would get even better once steps into the higher rank of education, but... It turns out, life had some plans for the teen. When he realizes that...
