Chapter-4: Giving Her A Lead.
1467 Words
Sheckler
I couldn't stop laughing, if I wouldn't have taken in oxygen, for 1 more second, I swear I would've died.
I knew it was a master plan, I mean who could think of 'an onion dipped in chocolate' dessert.
I sure as hell, destroyed her first day at school.
Every time I thought about the way her face twisted as she took the first bite and the way her eyes widened when she realised what she ate, it made me snicker like a crazy drunkard.
It was a Kodak moment.
I didn't see her after that, I had already gone through three periods and she was not there. That meant we only shared two classes.
Why am I thinking about the no. Of classes we share?
Anyways, I had soccer practice. Both Chase and me were forwards. With each others assistance we were top scorers in the state. We were together in almost all activities,had dance practices and guitar lessons, together too.
I moved towards the boys locker room, took out my Jersey and shorts, changed, locked my locker and sprinted towards the field, knowing that I was already late.
After a two hour practice session everybody started moving back to the locker rooms. Coach called me back, in order to serve my punishment for being late. I had to pick up all the cones from the field, then then put all the drill equipments back in the gym.
Thank God, Chase decided to wait for me, outside school.
I quickly ran back to the locker room to take a shower, when on the way I saw someone with a navy blue hoodie, sneaking out from the small gallery between the girls and boys locker room.
Must be some girl who would have come here to have look at the chiselled torsos of the guys.
Girls these days. Tsk tsk tsk.
I took a quick shower and moved towards my gym locker, to take out my clothes, and found it open.
Maybe I would've forgotten to lock it.
I took out my white shirt and low waist jeans and put them on quickly.
Chase would go ballistic if I don't reach his car on time.
I was in outer alley of the corridors when I started feeling itchy. My back was itching furiously and then my hands started itching followed by my neck, then my legs, and even my groin area.
What the hell?
However hard I scratched, the itching wouldn't subside. I didn't even eat anything which could cause such an allergy.
Thank God nobody was in the school, otherwise I would have been a laughing stock by now, thanks to the way I am behaving, Absolutely like a giant lemur having seizure.
I was standing there in the corridor scratching the hell out of my skin when I noticed someone chuckling behind the water cooler.
Oh god! Please let it be a janitor not a student. Please.
Much to my despair Phyre came out from behind, laughing away to glory. But what caught my immediate attention was a thing in her hand.
A Phone.
She was freakin' recording me.
"What the f**k, Phyre sto ...stop recording." I stammered while scratching myself.
"Oh you poor soul, like the taste of your own medicine."
What? Medicine, when did I have a medicine?
Wait WHAT? Did she really mean that?
She is responsible for this.
The pieces finally started to fit in, the girl with navy blue hoodie, my locker open, even when I remember I had locked it.
This girl really has some balls for challenging me again and again.
I was about to babble a series of curses at her when I saw Chase entering, from the lobby door.
His face was scrunched up in confusion seeing me that way.
"What are you guys up to? And Pat why the hell do you look like a dying cockroach?" He asked clearly bewildered.
"This little bitch...she...oh god I can't stop scratching!" That's what came out of my mouth.
"Phyre, did you do something? Why are you filming Patrick?" He turned towards her.
"Well, Chase nice to see you here, but I should get going now, I have a lot of homework. By the way Sheckler, thanks for the show." Before she could walk away I yelled at Chase to snatch the phone from her.
I had already scratched my skin out, the last thing I wanted was that video to be put on internet.
Seeing the danger, Phyre quickly turned her confident pace into straightaway running, Chase was close on her heels, both them sharing curses.
And I, well, I stood there like a fish having a heart attack, watching the two assholes running like crazy cats.
"Phyre, give me your damn phone." Chase bellowed.
"Yeah, sure Sir. Just because you asked." Phyre replied dodging Chase with the help of the janitor's broom.
Both of them were nearing the boys locker room and Chase was just a step away from getting hold of Phyre, when she screamed on the top of her voice.
"Alicia!!!! Now!!!"
What? Who the hell is Alicia?
Just as Chase reached the small gallery between the girls and the boys locker room, a huge amount of water was splashed on him, taking him by shock and giving Phyre a lead.
Giving f*****g Phyre, a LEAD.
This useless of a best friend!
"Alicia!!! Run... Run!!!" Phyre shouted while dashing towards the lobby door, and Alicia was quick to follow her.
"f*****g Chase, get hold of her!" I shouted at my utterly stupid friend.
Chase quickly followed them and had hardly run for a metre, when he fell flat on his stupid ass.
I did try to run after them, but all in vain when the scratching resurfaced.
Before we could get to the parking lot, her car had already sped away.
Fucking b***h!
"My ass......" Chase groaned behind me.
"Chase, get your friggin' car out, I need to take a hot shower to get rid of this itching powder." I screamed at him.
"What? She put itching powder on you? oh!! Man she is so crazy." Chase started laughing.
But a single glare from me sent him running for the car.
We soon set off for my house. My hands and face and neck were absolutely red from continuous scratching.
As soon as we reached my porch, I flung the car door open to jump out, and ran straight for the door.
Beth opened the door, giving me a weird look.
"I heard you got slapped by a b***h. Rick? Really?" She said.
"Get the f**k out of my way, Beth. This is not the time for you to spew bullshit."
I pushed her aside, slightly and ran all the way to my room.
I quickly stripped my clothes off and went for a hot shower.
The water stung my skin at first, but soon it soothed it.
After the shower I went down to grab something to eat as I was starving. Chase was seated on the sofa watching a sports channel, donuts in his hand. I settled beside him and took one of the donuts from his hand.
"Hey, Pat you all right now?" The asshole asked, smirking.
"Yeah, I had to put skin ointment all over my body. Life's a bitch." I replied.
"Then go ahead and f**k it, bro."
Chase and his untimely sarcastic remarks.
"By the way, you bruised mother earth, with your ass, because of a newbie too......so don't act so cocky, my friend."
Chase muttered a few curses and I chuckled.
"Whatever, but that Alicia girl was hot stuff, even though I couldn't see her properly because of my blurry vision, but I sure got an idea of her sexy figure." He said.
Here he goes, such a player.
Chase has always been a player, he got laid with almost all the hot girls in our school, whereas I was more like 'I deserve better' kinda guy.
I only chose the girls who were of my standard.
Intelligent, and hot girls.
Jessica has been hitting on me from the sophomore year, but I wouldn't give her my attention as she was just a brainless bimbo.
Seriously! I mean I have a class. I want classy girls.
"She hasn't posted anything yet." Chase said, typing relentlessly on his iPhone.
One thing, I needed to do, was to show Phyre her place.
That b***h had the audacity of putting itching powder on my clothes.
I really need to think of something creative. I am no coward, so I'll give her a threat first.
And I already have a pawn in my mind.
Alicia Ranger.
"Hey Chase, I have a plan to avenge you."
Chase suddenly looked interested.
"And what exactly is that?" He smiled.
"Scare Alicia Ranger, shitless."
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