Strung

Errand Child

Next Day
Observatory
9:00 am

We don't have much time before the game comes. I'd say around 7 p.m. Or 8 p.m. The game will start. It won't be ending until 10:30. "Make it quick! They'll be here any minute!" Cornelius and Thaddeus are carrying crates out. What's the big idea? "Woah, finally working on your fitness?" I tease. Ernest scrunches his face and pops his neck at me. "You! You let us down! We're done!" Not this again. "What are you talking about?" Ernest sits down on one of the crates and groans. "The jocks are coming. Thanks to you and your little pictures." Man screw you.

"Hey, man. Don't put this on me. You asked for them. I specifically told you and the other nerdwads to put them in one of the Jock's lockers? Can you not comprehend that? And fuck! You guys have guns and spud cannons. Use those on the jocks." Ernest sighs. "You broke it."

"Then fix it. I'll give you guys enough time. Just follow my lead and get right on it."

Observatory Woodsy Entrance
9:13 am

He was right. They are coming, I hear them marching up here. "You guys, get everything ready, I'll distract them." I know I won't get hurt. Mr. Burton's not around to order them like dogs. Algie, Mole, Thaddeus, and Francois, line up at the gate holding their guns. "How are you going to distract them??" Algie asks. I glare at him. "You're making out with all of them!?" Big mouth. "Of course not you idiot! Ugh..." I asked some of the preps to hide around here. I even have walkie-talkies, one word and they'll come.

I scatter out to the barricade, sitting and waiting. "These dudes are slower than I thought." Oh nevermind. Damon is here. "Petra? Why are you here?" For revenge. "I have my reasons, and you appear to be one of them." Damon looks at me funny. "You're that chick who left chocolates in my bag?" I nod. "And your that jerk who knocked out my two front teeth. But I still like you." He smells like teen spirit and not the good kind. "oof." I mumble. He fucking stinks. Like must and old sweaty gym jocks. Girls find these dudes attractive? I understand boys can have this type of must mixed with Cologne but... That says "I know I smell but I tried." this, says. "I know I smell but excuse me, I'm an athlete." My nose hairs are on fire. I'm lighting matches soon.

"Damon, would you like to go out with me? I left those chocolates there for a reason." Idiot, teeth knocking jerk. Musty scumbag, idiotic steroid amped monkey, linebacker bitch. I'm so glad he didn't say anything about the paddle. "Why not. Your cute enough." Cute enough? Who says that out loud? Even a flirty weirdo like Trent wouldn't say that out loud. "uh... You didn't happen to have your boys with you, hun?" He nods. "Yeah why?" "The nerds aren't here, they're in New Coventry at the pizza parlor..." That sounds about right... "Damon! What are you doing, man? C'mon! There's no time to less with that slut." Slut? "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?" Damon pulls me back as I try to lunge at Kirby. Dan's sitting on the sidelines chuckling and snorting. "Shouldn't have said that." *now calm down I didn't mean it like that.* "WHAT DID YOU MEAN THEN? SAY IT? PUFF YOUR CHEST OUT AND SAAAAY IT!"

Football Field

"Did anyone hear yelling just now?" Jaime asked. I'm too distracted to really care. Silas and Vincent are playing chess, Jaime is slightly distracted as is talking to the girls about their cheer routine, Petra is nowhere to be found and James is talking to Petey.

It just came to me. "Guys... What if that screaming, Jaime just heard was Petra? None of us know where the hell she is or where whatshisface is. She told us she was being hunted right?" I sniffed way too many sharpies. So, please forgive me if I seem off. "Ugh... Josie, you better not be high again. You being on cloud nine is the last thing we need." Oh shush. "Are you gonna get on me for being high or do something about Petra? Gary is coming really hard on her ass." *Don't say it like that. That sounds gross.* "Come on... We should. Adding more to that, weren't we supposed to see Ernest?" Everyone gasps.