Chapter 1: Of Cookies and Meatballs
"You know Peter, you could be a little more subtle about your crush on a certain blond girl" I teased Peter as I stood alongside him while he took the photos of the debate team in which his crush was.
The photos were being taken in a classroom with all the desks shoved aside. The photos were being taken in this particular classroom because Peter gushed on and on about the perfect lighting and Mr. Brunner finally gave in.
"I-I don't have a crush on her" Peter stuttered and then turned to look at me with wide eyes. I laughed in return, a full fledged laugh which left me breathless and I had to clutch my knees for support.
"Your stuttering tells me the exact opposite Parker" I smirked, when I finally caught my breath.
"Oh shut up Ally" Peter muttered, now tired of my teasing.
"Really though, it's a wonder she doesn't know that you take her photo whenever she is in the vicinity" I said as I tied my black hair in a ponytail.
Peter shrugged and continued taking photos but I wasn't done yet.
"Why exactly do you have a crush on her? Is it because you both share a passionate love for science? Is it because when you look at her, you feel the molecules in the atmosphere heat up, the wind picking up its velocity as it dishevels the angel's blond hair and then suddenly you feel a biological urge to go up there and do things which is morally incorrect-"
"-Miss Watson, would you please let Mr. Parker take the photographs?" interrupted Mr. Brunner and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"But I wasn't stopping him" I shrugged and folded my hands.
"Yes, but you are distracting him" said Mr. Brunner in a matter of fact tone.
"Alright sir, I won't distract him anymore" I shrugged again and stood there as Mr. Brunner ordered the Debate Team members to stand in two rows.
"Why looking so red Peter?" I smirked when I noticed that Peter's cheeks had turned an interesting shade of red and it didn't look like it was going to turn to its normal color anytime soon.
"Alyssa Marie Watson"-I winced-"If you tease me one more time, I'm going to eat all of your cookies." Peter patted the bag that I had handed him at the beginning of this photo session. That bag contained the one thing that I couldn't live without and Peter knew it too.
I cursed myself for being too lazy to hold my bag. I cursed Peter for being too smart to figure out my weakness within months and use it every few minutes.
"I trusted you" I said in a horrified tone, my eyes going wide and my mouth hanging open.
I couldn't believe that my best friend could be so cruel.
"And I trust you to never tease me about Gwen again" Peter said smugly, knowing that he had an upper hand. "Do we understand each other?"
I nodded immediately, anything for the lovely choco chip cookies.
As Peter concentrated again, something struck me.
"Her name is Gwen?" I asked with a thoughtful look on my face.
Peter was about to turn and threaten me again when he saw that I was genuinely curious about her.
"Yeah" he nodded. I noticed in that moment, that his hair was disheveled and it looked kind of cute on him.
I shook my head to clear it. I was sure that these thoughts were coming into my head because of the lack of cookies in my system.
"What?" Peter asked with a frown, thinking that I was disapproving of Gwen's name or something.
Well I would prove him right just to save my sorry arse.
"It's just that…..Gwen Parker sounds a little odd to me" I shrugged.
Peter looked at me incredulously for a moment. Then as though a light bulb lit in his head, he grinned.
I watched him warily. I was sure that he was about to do something very bad. We had been best friends since 3rd grade, I knew him better than his Aunt and Uncle.
He put his hand in my bag and pulled out the box in which I had brought my precious cookies.
I froze, not moving a single muscle as I stared at him opening my cookie box. Every movement seemed slow to me as though my brain wanted to stretch out my agony for as long as possible.
Peter grinned at me evilly and took out a cookie from my cookie box. I wanted to yell at him, fall at his feet and beg for mercy but I just couldn't move. Everything around me was silent or else it seemed that way to me.
He brought the cookie closer and closer and…CRUNCH.
He ate my chocolate cookie, he ate my chocolate cookie. This sentence repeated in my head over and over again as I stared at him in disbelief and I'm sure a look of utter betrayal was on my face.
I started shaking; I couldn't stop myself while Peter kept grinning smugly.
HOW DARE HE EAT MY COOKIE?
"Miss Watson, would you mind keeping this file in my office?" asked Mr. Brunner probably having grown a sixth sense of recognizing the signs of a teenager about to yell or worse, punch another teenager.
"Sure Mr. Brunner" I said in a sweet tone. Then I turned to Peter and I turned my tone icy cold "Peter dear, don't wait up for me. I'm going home and have fun taking photos of the Debate Club."
Then I spun on my converse and walked out, making sure that my raven hair slapped Peter in the face. The muttered 'ouch' was enough for the moment and I marched towards the teacher's office.
I quickly gave those files to a lady I didn't know the name of but I had seen her countless times. Let's call her Miss. XYZ for the fun of it. As Miss XYZ wouldn't trust me when I told her that Mr. Brunner had asked me himself to put those files, I handed them to her and skipped merrily and muttered about 'the warm weather and the pleasant sun which is better than this dingy office'. I swear that I heard her curse 'bloody teenagers'.
I walked with a skip in my step and I was sure that I looked like a deranged fool with that evil smile on my face.
When this realization hit me, I hurried to Peter's home and rang the doorbell like a normal person.
The door was opened by the very person who I wanted to see. She wouldn't even realize that she was helping me with my revenge.
"Hello Aunt May, how are you on this fine afternoon?" I said sweetly, like real sweet because I genuinely liked her.
"I'm fine sweetie, where's Peter?" She asked and smiled at me gently. She gave me a loving look, a look that my own mother was loathe to give.
"Oh, he is at school taking pictures of the Debate team" I said nonchalantly. I wouldn't let his Aunt know that he was taking photos of his crush.
"Do you want to come inside?" Aunt May gestured with her hand.
"Oh no Aunt May, I just came in to know what you were cooking for dinner tonight" I said, my revenge plan in full motion.
"I was thinking of cooking bacon tonight" said Aunt May.
No worries.
"Aunt May, Peter was just saying about how awful his day had gone and that's why I came over" I said as I wrung my hands together and tried to look like a concerned best friend, all the while trying to hide the grin that was threatening to make an appearance.
"What happened to him?" she asked in concern.
"I don't know, he wouldn't tell me" I told her.
"Well what do you think I should do?" asked Aunt May.
"I was thinking that you could make those meatballs he loves. It would improve his mood so much. He practically gushes about your meatballs in school" I smiled innocently.
As I walked towards my house, I finally let out the grin that I had been holding in. I imagined him looking at the meatballs that he detested.
Revenge is better than choco chip cookies.
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