I tip-toed slowly into the male locker room and nearly fainted at the stench. Melissa bobbed behind me. "Hurry up!" she whispers.
"Don't you think this is a little mean?" I ask Natalie in front of me.
Lips slathered in lip gloss purse at me. "You said he was a jerk right?"
"Yeah, but-"
"So we have full excuse to pull this on Deaton." Melissa finished.
Black scuff marks on the floor, a broken mirror and a body shaped dent in one of the lockers. This was the right place. "Wait. I don't even know how to pick a lock."
Natalie pulls out a brown bobby pin from her messy bun. "Good thing I do."
"Girl, what don't you know?"
That compliment from Melissa made Natalie give an evil grin.
Shower drips echoed in the distance. "So what number did you say it was?"
Crap. It was at that point I realised I had forgotten. "I think it was 45 or 44. Somewhere around there."
"Ely!"
With a level head and a hair flick, Natalie said, "The way I see it, we have a fifty-fifty chance. One choice we get Deaton, and the other his locker neighbour."
In the light of the moon the whites of Melissa's dark eye's glow with excitement. "I like your thinking." She russeled around in her bag. "I have the cloth dye. Have you got the glitter glue?"
"The perminent stuff."
"Well then, let's get to work."
A lot of glitter glue and pink dye later, we locked it back up and ran out of the school. In twenty-four hours it would be the game. And I would get my revenge on Deaton in something more perminent than pasta.
...
We sat nervously on the bleachers, waiting to see our plans fruition on the field. Then Deaton ran on... in a perfect uniform.
He smiled and waved at the crowd, like no bodies business. Natalie, Melissa and I groan in unison. Freezing cold and watching the jerk run across the lacrosse field. He's just so damn perfect!
And then we see it. A small little kid on the bench. In a fluro pink lacrosse jersy, cradling a glitter glue helmet in his lap.
I turned to my friends, wide eyed and smiling. We laugh and cackle like crazy ladies throughout the rest of the lacrosse game, panting and crying and gasping for air at our practical joke gone wrong.
Natalie gives a wicked grin. "You said it was fifty-fifty!"
The rest of the game consisted of booing Deaton and cracking up laughing every time we looked at the helmet glimmering in the field lights.
I think you hate me, glitter glue guy. But just to let you know, you made my day. No week! I'm sorry you had to be locker buddies with a jerk but hey, at least the coach actually noticed you and put you on the field for once. I hear that you adopted a kid of your own. Good on you! I'm proud that you rose above this incident and for that you are the coolest person I never met in Beacon Hills. With a helmet like that, you could disco at any party. Thank you for making me laugh.
Signed, Ely.
