Short Stories

"We make a great team" (Luke + Harry)

"Just do it," Luke said, his smile taking up half of his face.

I contemplated every possible outcome none seemed desirable. Well, except for getting off the hook and being hailed as the Great Harry, Creator of All That is Fun in the World. But that was the least reasonable.

"Harry! Hurry, before class is over!"

"Luke, this is stupid I'm not doing it."

"You lost the bet, you have to do it."

I stared at the closed wooden door in front of me. It would be so easy to do. No one even likes Mr. Smith anyways.

"What if the door is locked, Luke?" I answered, trying to delay the inevitable.

"I'll go in first," Luke said with a smirk. He reached into his bag and pulled out the supplies and quickly prepared the desired weapon. Luke turned and handed it to me, "you know what to do?"

I sighed, he wouldn't let me leave without doing it, "Yeah, just go."

Luke threw his bag onto the ground and ran, without an ounce of hesitation, to the door. He flung it open and dashed into the classroom. I heard him start to frantically explain something about graffiti on a bathroom stall to Mr. Smith.

As the door began to close, the conversation faded and I took a deep breath. Luke would do much worse to me if I didn't do this.

In a rush of adrenaline, I ran straight to Mr. Smith. Cocking my arm back as I ran, I smashed the full plate of whipped cream into his face. Turning to sprint out of the room, I glanced quickly over my shoulder to see nothing but pure anger on Mr. Smith's face. Luke and I dashed out of the school to his car, stopping only to grab his bag. As we slammed the doors shut. The two of us collapsed in a fit of laughter.

"Damn, Harry." Luke said, "We make a great team."