"Come on!" a girls voice sounded breaking through the silence of the night.
It was nearly 1 in the morning and the ground of high school students stood in front of their principal's house. It wasn't they ended up there by accident, they had gone there to spray paint his car.
"Come just write 'Principal Cumming Hard' on the side of his car and you are in," another encouraging voice came.
The lavender haired boy stared at the spray can and kept thinking this will make me cool. He had wanted to be popular since his first day in the school but would he really do this to Principal Cunningham just to achieve his dream. That was definitely a yes.
He grabbed the can and shook it up, "I think it should be a little bit juicier for this fuck face," he said moving closer to the car.
A few minutes passed as the paint flew from the can and landed on the car. It took a moment but when Trunks stepped back the car now read 'Oh Principal, I'm Cumming so Hard!" and the rest of the students around him started to laugh as he made a little smile.
Just then the house lights flashed on and the only voice heard was from one of the female students, who shrieked out, "He's up! Run!"
They all raced away into the darkness unaware that the girl had been lost behind them.
"Where is Gena?" A boy cried through the darkness of the night.
"She'll be alright, keep running!"
They made there way down the street a couple of yard before jumping climbing into their cars and driving off.
Trunks sat staring through the windshield still in shook of what he had done. He had to go back and see the look on Cunningham's face.
He turned into a driveway and reversed out before driving back down the road. He stopped for a second in front of the house staring towards it and watching as Principal Cunningham pulled a crying Gena into his home.
Trunks sped off, he was worried but he knew she wouldn't rat him out.
Trunks woke the next morning and left his room with a small smile on his face. He would be popular today. He would sit where everyone wished they could, he would talk in the middle of the hall with all the rebels that everyone knew were the cool ones.
He climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of nicely fitting blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt before combing his hair quickly and racing out into the kitchen where he went straight to the fridge.
"When did you get home last night?" His father's voice came from behind him, "Your mother was worried."
"A little after one," He said in a smug little tone, which he knew his father would absolutely hate.
"Boy, you know the rule, you are suppose to phone if you are going to be late!" his father shouted at him.
Trunks pulled an apple out of the fridge before closing it and looking over at his father, "Yeah…" he said before turning around and walking right to the doorway where he grabbed his black leather coat and slipped on his shoes.
"Don't you walk away from me boy," his father said as he stormed into the room, "You may think that you are grown up and tough but listening boy, I will not hesitate to put you right in your place."
Trunks stared at his father for a second before opening the door, "I am off to school, bye."
He walk down the stone pathway pulling his car keys from the depths of his pocket and walking to the driver seat of his car, "FUCKING ASSHOLE!" he screamed towards the house as he climbed into his car and start the ignition.
He waited a moment to see if his father was going to come out and after a minute he reversed and drove off. He hated his father so much. He had to fallow every rule in the house and if he didn't, his father wouldn't hesitate to smack him.
It never took long for Trunks to get to school, within a couple of minutes he was already in the parking lot stopping the cry and pulling the keys from the ignition.
"That fucking cunt!" he screamed as he slammed him hands on the steering wheel.
He climbed out of the car and walked towards the school with a smile on his face. He would be someone new today, he would popular, he would be… known.
He opened the doors of the school and walked in a couple of steps before looking around.
"Hey Trunks!" Brendan, one of the boys from last night, called to him waving him over.
Trunks walked over and nodded, "Gena got busted last night, I saw her being dragged into Cunningham's house."
They all looked a little shocked as they looked around at each other.
"Shit, she will rat one of us out, she can't afford to get in anymore trouble or her parents will send her to an all-girl school," Brendan's girlfriend, Nel, said looking a little worried.
"She will only mention one of our names and we won't say shit about the others, okay?"
Everyone nodded before a conversation started around the circle but it didn't last long. Just before the bell rang the Principal walked up with a scowl plastered across his face.
"Mr. Briefs, please come with me," Cunningham said before turning and walking back to his office.
Trunks fallowed a few steps before looking back and mouthing 'shit' at them. They all looked a little worried, maybe they were scared that he would rat them out. He wouldn't… no matter what.
Trunks enter the office before the door was closed. He had seen this office a few times before but he knew he had never been I this much trouble. Along the walls, pictures hung in a decreasing line to a small tree, which stood in the corner. Two chairs where placed in front of the desk, which stood in front of a window that gave a direct view of the school's football field.
"Sit."
Trunks slowly walked over to one of the chairs and sat down. He was worried but he knew that this would just prove to the others that he was brave.
"Miss Walker has told me that you were the one that spray painted my car last night. I have already phoned your mother and she is aware of this."
Trunks gulped, if his mother knew, it wouldn't be long till his father knew. It couldn't get much worse then this.
"Your punishment…" Cunningham said with a small smile on his face, "You will be help to build the props for the school play, you will be selling tickets and you will show up for every rehearsal they have. Including the Saturday ones."
"But that is completely unfair!" Trunks shouted out.
"What is unfair is that with your record I cannot have you expelled!" the principal screamed right back, "I will have to have my car repainted and believe me, that is not cheap!" He broke off and became silent again, "You can go, Miss Fox will be excepting you at lunch today for the first rehearsal."
"But..."
"I said for you to leave!"
Trunks stood up and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He would not be able to survive around those whiney little fuckers in the drama club.