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Chapter 2

Pinky had awoken in a good mood that morning. Why? Because she had a plan. A plan that would be very enjoyable because it would hopefully make Derby suffer.

She chuckled at the thought as she skipped off to art class, where she drew various pictures of her former boyfriend having various terrible accidents.

"Very good, Pinky. Your work shows so much passion." Miss Phillips praised her.

"Oh, thank you. Yes, it's certainly something I'm very passionate about." She smiled.

"Aren't we all? I particularly like the one where Mr. Harrington is getting hit by a bus. Keep up the good work."

"I will."

When she was finished with the drawings she approached Jimmy Hopkins at his table, where he was doodling pictures of stick people in a variety of sexual positions.

"Hey, Jimmy. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure… oh, let me guess. You need me to do something for you?" He sighed, noticing the piece of paper in her hand.

"Oh, just a very small favour. I need you to put this in Derby's locker."

"Okay. What is it?"

"A little warning to him that I'm still mad." She said flatly.

She handed him the paper and he smiled when his eyes fell upon the drawings of Derby's untimely deaths. She had also added a message at the bottom that read, 'Go screw your boyfriend, you asshole. Yes, I'M STILL MAD!'

"Very nice. So, Derby and Bif, huh? Did you see what happened after you kicked him in the nuts yesterday? His towel fell down and, let me tell you, I can honestly understand now why Derby talks big." He grinned.

She chuckled. "Indeed."

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After class Pinky went to the cafeteria. She looked around and saw Derby and the other preps sitting at the far end of the room. When he saw her, he waved and blew her kisses. This meant he wasn't taking her warning seriously. That was not part of her plan.

This called for more severe measures.

Unfortunately for Gord, he had taken that moment to get up and was walking to her end of the room. He seemed to be on his way out. As he approached her he waved and gave his usual greeting of, "Why, hello there."

She grabbed him and slammed him into the nearest wall. He let out an "Oof" before she pressed her lips against his with an almost bruising force. She grabbed his flailing arms and kissed him harder to muffle his screams of utter horror. After a few moments he managed to break away and cry for help.

"Oh dear Lord! Someone please get her off me!"

"Gord, just shut up and kiss me, you idiot!" She demanded, stamping on his toes.

"Ouch! You've lost your mind, woman!"

He pushed her off him and fled the cafeteria.

"You're useless Gord! You hear me?"

She turned round to see Derby at his table, smirking at her and shaking his head in amusement. She just ignored him, though she was seething on the inside, and scanned the room for more potential prey. She was not going to give up that easily. And then her eyes landed on a certain greaser.

Johnny Vincent.

She remembered how pleasant he'd been to her the day before… well, before she started hurling verbal abuse at him of course.

'Hmm… idea…'

tbc