Here comes trouble

Am I a bad-ass or what?

[warning - swearing]

We walked out of school laughin like five year olds being tickled. It was hilarious. The sluts were nearly crying because they had paint in their hair. The man whores were throwing paint at everyone around them because they were divs. The nerds were trying not to get hit by putting their bags on their heads. Everyone else was just trying to get out of school, celebrating their day off. I looked at the guys.

"LET'S GO GET HAMMERED!" I shouted. Every one agreed with a wooo! Or a 'yesss!' or a 'HELL YEAH!'. Becca looked like she was about to wet herself with excitement.

"The last time I got pissed I was fif-bloody-teen! I AM FUCKING excited!". We were about to leave when we heard a voice from behind us.

"Not so fast." said the head master.

Oh for fuck sake.

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We walked into his office but I just couldn't understand how he worked out it was us!

"Seeing as we so generously let you delinquents back into this establishment, you can help clean it up." he said. There was general muttering of 'yes'. Although I could have sworn I heard Shane say 'yes sir dickhead sir.' It wouldn't have surprised me. We were all about to leave when the head called brian back in. We all and our way to the hall and as we were walking, I got a text. It was from Rosie. Then I got another one from Billy. Rosie's one said

'So thought they realised it was us xxx loool xxx nice work on the graffiti xxx'

Billy's one said

'Loved the graffiti work x abso-fucking-loutely AMAZING! Not quite as amazing as the other night x but still amazing xoxo love you babe!'

I smiled at them both so they knew I got their messages.

"What are you smiling about?" Becca asked me.

"Just glad to be back at school." I replied innocently. I forwarded her the messages. She smiled at me. Shane looked at me questioningly and I forwarded the messages to him and everyone else to save me doing it individually. They all looked at me and smiled. We reached the gym and every one looked around. It looked like someone had released 500 water balloons in there. They had. We didn't release the ones in the cafe but I thought we could do them ones tomorrow at break or lunch. I went into the closet and got a broom and a mop out. I handed Shane the broom and Billy the mop and bucket thing. They were attached and there was a small platform bit on the side. Probably for cleaning products.

"I ain't getting more out. The rest of you can get your own stuff out." I said and sat down on the small platform. I let Billy push me round.

"Whoever did this must be VERY rebellious." said Rosie.

"Yeah," I agreed "it was a pretty clever idea. Shame we never thought of it really."

"Clara," said Shane "you are such a bad-ass!"

"Thank you brother."

"You're very much welcome Sister dearest." we laughed. No one really understood why. When we were about ten mum and dad sent me and Shane to the camp for arguing siblings. Not that we ever argued, we were just to young to go to the camp for bad siblings. Mum and dad thought that it would make us bette behaved kids. Needless to say it didn't work. But they told us that we should speak 'politely and courteously to our siblings at all times'. They said that was how we should speak I each other but me and Shane just laughed in their faces. We did it every now and then for a joke though.

The head came in and I automatically go up and went to the cupboard to make it look like was doing something. To my surprise,Brian didn't come in after him. The others all looked at me and I shrugged.

"You can clean this mess up then go and help the other teachers open the doors." he said.

"Erm, sir, how did they lock the doors?" I asked. That made it look like we were even more clueless.

He raised his eyebrow at me, "why do you want to know?" SHIT! He was onto us.

"So I know how to open the doors, of course!" I replied innocently.

"Super glue" he said and then he walked out.

I got my phone out and put on some music. If we had to do it, we might as well do it to music! I grabbed a broom but then i realised that you couldn't sweep up paint so I got a mop out of the cupboard. Then thriller came on and I started dancing with my mop as my partner. Everyone started laughing at me but ended up joining in with me. Then I put my broom down and started dancing with Billy. We laughed and we started to grind when the headmaster walked in.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" asked us, but the question was mainly directed at me and Billy.

"Ermm," I said "grinding?"

He was so shocked he couldn't even form a whole sentence " Separate! Clean! Work!" he shouted. Billy mocksaluted and said "Yes sir!" and we all laughed and he left the room.

"You know," I said to Billy "you are flipping sexy when you act like a solider." He stated undoing his shirt but I stopped him "ERMM BILLY? WE ARE ACTUALLY AT SCHOOL! LATER OK!" He laughed and did his shirt back up.

"Ok but wait till we get back home!" he said and I laughed. I carried on mopping but soon got board. Who wanted to spend the day cleaning a flipping school gym? I didn't. I went and sat back down on Billy's trolley thing.

"You lazy little cow!" said Lucy and she went to sit on Shane's trolley.

"Who's lazy now?" I asked.

Rosie went to sit on George's one and Gemma went to sit on james's one. I looked at Becca.

"Don't worry becs," I said "we'll get you a boyfriend soon enough."

"Is that Denny still single?" she asked "He was well cute."

"Yeah." I replies "we can introduce you tomorrow." she laughed but she looked a lot happier. They would be boyfriend and girl friend by the end of the day. Denny did like Becca, he was going to ask her out but michel beat him to it. The other day he asked me when she was getting out and if she and michel were still together. Yeah, they would make a bloody good couple. We cleaned up the gym but that took us like three hours. I decided I didn't want to open any doors. Especially considering I was the one that glued them shut.

"I'm not opening any doors." I told the guys and they laughed at me and we all walked out. We were such bad asses.