Smash (previously ISTBBC) [Hiatus]

Chapter 3: "Ummm....... Oops?"

"I never agreed to this!!"

"Please?"

"No. Can't you do it alone?"

"Pretty please with a cherry on top? And some nuts and whipped cream??!"

"Nope,"we were arguing over whether or not we were actually going it bust this guy's car up.

I voted 'No'.

Of course, she voted 'Hell yeah'.

"What?! But I added the nuts and sprinkles!!" You would have thought that I kicked the puppy she wished she had. She just looked that upset.

"You don't even eat nuts, Abby!" I honestly just wanted to go home. But somebody stole my car keys, therefore rendering me helpless in front of the school.

"C'mon, Ingrid!!! You wouldn't let your best friend down would you?!" So maybe I felt a little guilty for not helping her out with this. But seriously! If I did this,the only thing I'd be helping her with was a ticket to jail and a restraining order!

"I'll even add in the Nutella dipped waffle cone," she pleads.

I let out an aggravated sigh.

"Screw the Hoe Code!Do you know how pretty your mouth is when it's closed?"

She sighed loudly and dramatically.

"I should fill your gas tank with prune juice!!!"

She had always wanted to do that to someone for some odd, unexplained reason.

"Just give me the gosh darn keys!!"

"You mean goddamn?" She apparently still couldn't get over the fact that I didn't like cursing. Half the time I'd stop someone from finishing the curse if I was expecting it.

"Keys. Now." I just wanted my keys!!

She began to pout. And when I say pout, I mean pout. She batted her eyelashes too.

"Fine!! Just give me my car keys!" I gave up, she wouldn't have given me back the keys. We both know it. She tossed my keys to me.

"YAY!!! Okay I already have the equipment!!" Equipment? Is smashing someone's car really that difficult?

She sashayed over to bushes. She pulled out a crowbar and a bat. Along with a couple bottles of prune juice and some spray paint.

Did this little hobo plan this??!

"Okie dokie! His car is the black one!" She pointed to a sleek black car in the nearly empty parking lot.

"Are you sure?" I asked slowly. Abby isn't stupid, not by a long shot, but sometimes she gets so excited she ignores all common sense and does what looks the most thrilling.

"Pffft! What type of ex-girlfriend doesn't know her ex-boyfriend's car?!" She handed me the bat, keeping the crowbar for herself.

"Okay! You get started while I go fill the gas tank with the prune juice!" She sang out, excitement was clear in her voice.

" If we get busted, I'm never going to forgive you."

Nonetheless, I held the bat above my head and swung. On impact, the glass cracked.

Two hits, splintered more.

Three hits, and the crisscrossing spiderwebs shattered.

"Damn. You stay here while I get more prune juice from the vending machine. I could've sworn there was enough, but I guess I calculated wrong."