Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 01:12:36 EDT
From: Criminal56@aol.com
Subject: revenge 4  (young friends)

"We have to rehearse these scenes at my house tonight." I said.

"Or we could do more interesting things, like maybe this time, you'll let
that pet of yours out to play." he seduced.

"Oh, really?" I say.

"Really really." he said, squeezing my butt. Will went to get some water.

"Well, well, well. Look at this." I jumped to find Andre Stenerson, a 16 year
old, cute football player with blue eyes, blonde hair, and all the right
muscles in all the right places, grinning from ear to ear.

"Did I hear right? Is the pet coming out to play tonight?"


				 Revenge 4
			    Chillin' With Andre

  I didn't know what to say. If he heard everything, there was no way I could
lie my way out of it. I just stood there. He was still smiling that beautiful
smile of his.

"Oh, hey Andre, what are you doing over here? Your scene is starting. Mr.
Ferg is gonna get mad if you goof up." I said. He noticed that his scene was
starting, so he grinned at me and ran over to the set. I was saved by the
bell, at least for now. Will came back then.

"What were you two talking about?" he asked me. I gave him the "I don't know"
gesture. We began looking at our scripts and rehersing privately. It came
time to leave Drama, so we packed our stuff.

"Hey, I gotta go with my sister to pick up my mom from the airport. I'll
catch you later, ok?" Will said to me. I nodded and we went in seperate
directions in the building. I couldn't leave the school yet, because I had
detention. Yes, detention, for something I didn't do. Someone put ketchup all
over the floor of the cafeteria, and I just happened to pass by when a
teacher discovered it. I got blamed and you know the rest. So, off to
detention I went. I opened the door and sat at an empty desk. Andre walked in
behind me and sat in the desk beside me, which was in the back left hand
corner of the room.

"What are you doing here?" he asked me.

"I volunteered to keep this seat warm for an hour. What do you think I'm
doing here?" I said to him. He smiled.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Ketchup boy! Ha! I'm here because I punched out the quarterback
of the team. He deserved it, but i seem to be the only one that feels that
way!" he said.
I grinned. In walked the detention guard, Mrs. Nickolson. She was fairly
nice, but Andre didn't think so, because she was the one that thought he
should get detention.

"Alright people, there is to be complete silence and nothing but that. You
are obviously in detention for a reason, and detention is a place for
punishment, so do whatever you like, just don't let me catch you socializing
with anyone else. There, that's about all the principal told me to say." she
said. She sat down and began writing something. Me, Andre, and 4 other people
sat there without saying anything.

"That's a dumb ass bitch!" Andre whispered to me. "She gave me detention 3
times before, gave me extra homework once, and took away a note someone gave
me! I'm gonna get her back. You just wait, I'm gonna get her back."

I remembered all the other times he got busted. One time he got busted for
starting a food fight, another time was when he wrote `Mrs. Nickolson is a
bitch` on his test paper and forgot to erase it, and the last was when he got
caught on the P.A. (intercom) system.

"Don't do anything you'll regret later." I said to him. All he said was "yea,
yea." We sat the rest of the time in silence, and I could tell that Andre
didn't reconsider what he was planning. It was about 7pm when detention was
over, considering we went to drama at 5pm, stayed for about 2 hours, and
detention for an hour. So, 7pm arrived and time for me to go home I thought,
but boy, was I wrong...

Mrs. Nickolson was staying late to teach a foreign language class. She
gathered her stuff and headed to a different classroom. Dressed in a sky blue
dress with dark blue flowers on it, a navy sweater, a blue scrunchie in her
hair and black high heels, she entered the classroom. There were adults, aged
from 35 to almost 50 in that room. They were all seated in the desks and
ready to learn better "American Language" skills from Mrs. Nickolson.

"Ok, welcome to my class. I am Mrs. Nickolson, and we are going to pick up
from where we left off last week, ok?" she told the class of mexican and
foreign students.

"May I have your attention please, you may now dance, strip, whatever you
want!" The intercom system sounded. The foeign grown-ups started to cheer and
dance like crazed animals. Mrs. Nickolson got up and went to the door, about
to investigate. When she opened the door, there was a Pizza Hut man standing
there with 10 boxes of pizzas.

"That'll be $106.87." the guy said.

"What? I didn't order any pizzas!" Mrs. Nickolson said, confused.

"You are Mrs. Claire Nickolson, right?"

"Yeah, but--"

"That'll be $106.87." he said again. She shoved him out of the way and went
to the principal's office, which was locked. The janitor was passing by, so
she stopped him.

"Do you have the key to this door, sir?" she asked.

"Yes, here.." the chubby, dirty man shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled
out a ring of keys. He got the one that had "P.O" engraved on it and stuck it
in the slot, turned it right, then left, then right again. The door opened,
and Mrs. Nickolson walked in and turned on the lights. She saw nobody. All
she saw was a PA system, desk, chair, mini-refridgerator, and closet. She
then turned off the lights and left. That's when I fell out of the closet and
Andre got from under the desk.

"That was the greatest thing! Now, let's go to the parking lot!" Andre
laughed. "I told you I'll get that bitch!"

"Well, I've stayed long enough. I'm leaving!" I said, heading towards the
window which we entered through.

"Oh no your not! You stayin right here, or I'll have 2 things to pin you
with. One for using the PA system to interrupt the class, and another for
being gay. That's right, I heard you and Will talking. I always knew he was a
fruitcake." he said, smiling an evil smile. I could've punched him out right
then and there. All I did was stand there.

"Good. Now, hop out the window and follow me." he said.

***

   I followed him around to the faculty's parking lot. It was dark outside,
and the only light was coming from the street lights and the lights
surrounding the school premisis. We arrived at Mrs. Nickolson's car. Andre
took a carton of eggs out of his book bag and opened it. He threw one right
at the windshield of the car. It cracked and splattered all over the place.
He smiled and laughed, enjoying this act of cruelty. After about 3 eggs, he
stopped.

"C'mon, boi, get some eggs and scramble her car!" he said. He threw another
and hit the front light. The egg splattered. I picked up one and, knowing I
shouldn't, I threw it at the car. It hit the right mirror and splattered. I
felt bad and didn't throw anymore. Andre finished the whole pack and when he
finished, her black convertible looked like a yellow yolk from an egg, all
gooey and yucky. I stood there, gazing, as Andre laughed and bugged me about
it. Then, we heard a door open from the building. It was Mrs. Nickolson! She
was coming! I jumped behind a car and Andre did the same. When Mrs. Nickolson
got to her car, Andre smiled with anticipation, and I watched emotionless. I
was pretty much shocked with myself. Mrs. Nickolson stood there, looking at
her car. Then she broke down. She cried and put her head down on her car,
hitting it with her fist. She cried her heart out, and all I could do was
watch. Andre's smile went away quickly, and he too realized what he did. She
slowly got into her car and sadly drove away. I stood up and Andre did too.

"What did I just do?" I said to myself aloud.

"We.. we gave that bi-bitch what she deserved, right? he said. I looked at
him with rage in my eyes.

"No, we didn't do anything. You did, and I was only a tag along." I said in a
mean voice.

"Well you helped, whether you like it or not." he said.

"Whatever, I'm leaving." I said, turning to walk away.

"Can a guy hitch a ride home?" he asked, following behind me.

"Can a guy walk home?" I asked him.

"Yeah, if it's not more than a mile away." he answered. We got to my car and
he hopped in. "Nice ride." he said. I sat in silence as I put my stuff in the
backseat and started the smooth engine. I backed out of the park and we bagan
our trip home. I let him out at his house and I went home for a long day
tomorrow.
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