It Started With A T-Shirt

Chapter 3: The War Begins

Muahahaha!

I finish writing the lyrics of my song for Ashton. The cords I will be playing on my  guitar are three simple notes. I start strumming, and although this song is supposed to be mean, I still get a free feeling when my fingers touch the strings, and my voice vibrates as I sing the tune.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I start singing my somewhat offensive song:

"It looks like your face caught on fire, and someone tried to put it out with a hammer,

I don't mean to be this rude, but it's hard not to when you've been so crude,"

     I slap the side of my guitar with my hand three times,

"Your a jacka**- Ashton Towner, and I'm coming for youuuuuu," I began. It's meant to be funny, and insulting. I'm not really singing in my best voice, more like talking with a rhythm,

      "I'm not here to play games, your lips keep moving but all I hear is blah, blah, blah.

     You wanna go out with me? Oh nah, nah, nah. Think again.

     By the way, I'm sorry for the things I'm about to say next- sike!" Here comes my favorite part,

     I sing this next part fast, like a rap,
"Just because you have one doesn't mean you need to act like one,

     Stupidity's not a crime so I guess your free to go,

     But if I had a face like yours I think I'd sue my parents.

     Your face makes onions cry, looking at it makes me wanna die

     I'm jealous of all the people that haven't met you. And I hope they never do!"

     "We all sprang from apes. But you didn't spring far enough."

     I finish. Okay, I have to admit- it's not my best work. Okay, it's probably my worst, but the point is that I'm going to roast Ashtons' sorry a** in front of the whole school and there's nothing he can do about it. Well, he probably can do something about but I'd rather not think about the consequences of my actions just yet.

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     I wake up before my alarm, too excited for today to be grumpy. I'm usually not a morning person- that's an understatement. BUT, today is the day I get to get Ashton back for staining my favorite T-shirt. I got the stain out, but I'm still getting my revenge.

    Putting on a vintage, cropped Metallica shirt and some skinny jeans, I put my hair up in a quick messy bun and run out the door.

I decide to walk to school today since it wasn't that far and because I figured I needed some exercise. Oh- who am I kidding? I had to walk to school because my vintage baby wouldn't start up.

Once I arrived to school I was slightly panting. I walked to my locker to see that Leila was waiting by it.

"What's with the guitar?" She asks, motioning to the guitar strapped on my back.

"Well, I'm going to give Ashton a little payback for ruining my favorite shirt. I whipped up a quick song for him." I give her a mischievous smirk.

"I don't know if that's a good idea. Ashton and his friends are known to prank anyone who gets in their way." Leila's face is full of worry.

"Glad you care about me, but I'll be fine. I promise." I say.

"Okay! See you in Science!" She says before skipping off to her first class.

I grab my books out of my locker and start making my way to class. Walking inside I noticed two things: 1.) The 3 amigos were in this class, and 2.) Ashton was having a very heated argument with the teacher.

I sit in the back, and I just happened to be sitting right beside one of the Golden boys. He has blonde hair, and blue eyes that are twinkling with amusement as he watching Ashton. Once he notices me staring at him he looks at me.

"Hey! I'm James! Aren't you the girl that got mad at Ashton because he spilled water on you?" He asks.

"He spilled coke on me, but yeah." I reply.

"Oh, okay cool." This guy seemed a little blonde to me.

After a few moments, a very frustrated Ashton ends his argument with the teacher and takes his seat in the back beside his other friend.

After a while of listening to a very boring lecture, I turn to James.

"How come you guys weren't in this class yesterday?" I ask.

"I think it's because we skipped it. Or maybe we skipped second period. I don't really know." He replies dumbly.

Okay?

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I've learned that I have second and third period with the 3 amigos. Hopefully I don't have anymore with them.

Once the bell rang, signaling third period was over I dash out the classroom, books in my hands, guitar on my back, and rush to put my things in my locker and get to the cafeteria.

I get to the cafeteria to see Leila and her friends waving me over. I go over to them and explain what I'm doing.

"So I'm gonna stand on their table and sing my heart out." I finish.

They all look at me like I'm stupid, "ARE YOU STUPID!?" Addy yells at me.

"Probably." I reply, and without giving anyone time to say something else, I make my way over to Ashton's table.

I jump on the table, guitar in hand, and yell to get everyone's attention.

Ashton and his friends look at me in shock.

"Hey! Do I know you?" James asks.

I don't answer, but instead decided to get this revenge party started!

"Attention everyone! I have a very special song I would like to sing for Ashton. So if you could just please quiet down that would be great!" The whole cafeteria goes silent.

I take a deep breath, here goes nothing.

As I sing, Ashton's face begins to grow a bright red as his friends are trying to suppress laughter. The whole cafeteria bursts out in laughter, cheers, and claps once I'm done.

I jump off their table and start making my way back to my friends but Ashton grabs my wrist and harshly pulls me out of the cafeteria and into the empty hallway.

He pushes me against a locker, his face merely inches from mine. He stares deeply into my eyes, and I stare back. He starts leaning in close until I can practically feel his lips on mine.

"Let the war begin." He whispers before pulling away and walking quickly out of the school.

Let the war begin.

A/N: AND THE PRANK WAR SHALL BEGIN!!!