Risk

CHAPTER 1:

Alliteration, it has always been my favourite persuasive technique. Excluding scotch tape and a flag pole of course.

And I know, it may have been a little unnecessary to have taken his pants off but the temptations was overbearing and I can resist anything except temptation. -Oscar Wilde

"Tyler honey, we can do this the easy way..." Letting out an evil cackle I slammed the boot of my white R35 Nissan skyline and made my way towards the flagpole. "Or the hard way." Dumping three boxes of wax strips and a bucket load of glitter at his feet, I felt giddy knowing my stubborn best friend would choose the hard way.

"Fuck off Evans! You think you can scare me?" Internally I leaped for joy as my prediction was right.

"Okie dokie then." I replied in a cool manner, causally shrugging my shoulders to add to my nonchalant image, not wanting to reveal my bubbling excitement to the growing crowd. Coolly I then pulled out a box of blue black hair dye, and Tyler's expression of utmost horror was better than a sale at Sephora.

"You wouldn't?" He spoke slowly with fear shining through his eyes. Tyler's hair was his best asset, his perfect bronde quiff effortlessly perfect transforming in a short period of exactly fifteen minutes. The crap load of time and product the douche bag put into his hair was disturbing and genuinely I thought tar black would match perfectly with his spotless complexion.

"Oh Tyler. You and I both know." I pause and laughed in attempts to add more tension to the situation and lengthen out his moments of uncertainty. "I would."

"Evans this is too far, don't you think?"

"Stop being a pussy!" A delicate and humoured voice called from the crowd, the very voice of Tyler's lovely loyal girlfriend. I looked for her face through the sea of people and authentically laughed as her scruffily drawn score board came into view. In her small and delicate hands she held a large pink A3 piece of paper which she had snagged from the art department storeroom freshman year. Written in thick black marker were the last names of Tyler and I, with a tally of seven black lines raggedly displayed underneath my own name, Tyler coming in close with five.

Tyler and I had been in competition since the first year we were thrown in this junk yard, surrounded by Barbies, bimbos, dick heads and douche bags by the rule of elimination we had no other choice than to stick together. With no one else as entertaining and outrageous, our loving principal could testify of our 'uncommon' success, remaining at the top of our class erstwhile doing all but burn the campus down. If we weren't dying the basketball captain's hair pink or performing a dramatic reading from the diaries of Mrs Jameson we were with him, tutoring a class full of antisocial delinquents waiting for the clock to strike five.

"Unlike some babe, I have integrity." His gaze was no longer directed at me but searching for his dearly beloved in the sea of students.

"Ha Okay Sir. Bullshit!" His girlfriend called from the mass causing an eruption of laughter from surrounding students.

"My life is an open book." The idiot claimed blowing a kiss to Emelia once he caught sight of her, taunting me to pull out my can of spray on tan which I had been saving for a party later on that week.

Opening the box of dye and pulling out the instructions only to then to disregard them and throw them behind me. While I mixed the product Tyler was acting strong although I knew as the colour would develop he would soon regret keeping up his macho facade.

"Now this colour. "Swinging around to face the crowd I was delighted at the many pairs of goggling eyes engrossed in the situation at hand. "Was the darkest, most permanent colour I could find." I smiled satisfied at the reaction I received; gasps and laughter.

Slipping on the gloves I proceeded to move towards my 'best friend', strapped to the pole in his boxer shorts about to lose his beautiful ombre locks.

"Skyler Evans what in the world!" The crowd flew silent and I could already tell it was slowly diminishing, with goody-two-shoed pupils bent on keeping their unblemished record.

"Mr Davidson I love you so much!" Tyler cheered from his flagpole.

"Shut it Jefferson, you more than likely deserved what she was about to dish out to you, but on school grounds Miss Evans, I assumed you of all people would know better."

"Just give me ten minutes sir." I pleaded wanting to finish what I had started. "It's the only way I'd get the point.

"Sorry Skyla, should've cut the theatrics. Just get out of here Miss Evans, and I'll let you all off with just a warning!" The crowd continued still becoming smaller intimidated by the superior power of the principle.

"Please sir!" I pleaded now the desperate one, I needed to complete the prank

"Miss Evans I cannot pretend you do not have a student taped to the flag pole."

"What if I tied him? Instead of taped."

"Miss Evans you always leave me wondering, how you of all people are one of the top scoring student in the state."

"It even boggles me." Slowly making my way towards Tyler I had hoped to at least leave a patch of black before Mr Davidson untied him and sent me home.

"Skyla! Last warning!" Caught in my tracks I decided to let up my white flag.

"Fine!" I stomped on my spot. "Always ruining my fun."

"It's my job." sighing I dropping the hair dye and made my way through the remainder of the crowd to my car.

"You got lucky this time douche bag." I called behind me as  I reached my vehicle throwing the remaining untainted prank supplies in my back seat.

"Always a pleasure Skyla."