Chapter 3: The Running Gag
Bart sprinted down the hall, just above normal human speed. He only needed to outrun his pursuer. Running was his name and pranking was his game. That was his motto, but now it was really getting him in trouble. Thanks to his less than appreciative roommate, he was now the center of attention to everyone in the hall. This meant no super boost. He was just gonna have to make due with the slow lane until he could get out of this mess.
It had all started this morning, when he had met his roommate, Tyler. He showed up early, making sure to unpack everything in lightning speed so he wouldn't have to do it later. He hated living in the slow lane. Well a couple seconds later and all his cool souvenirs were placed strategically around the room. Perfect. With that he laid down to have a nice long -
Bang! The door flew open, revealing a red-headed prick. He was laughing boisterously, gesturing wildly to his room as a group of girls sighed in contentment. Gross. To top it off, a group of nerdy boys filed in after him, carrying his matching suitcase set.
The guy carried on and on, not even noticing that his roommate was glaring at him across the room.
Bart was fed up. This guy was flirting with chickas, using poor nerds as slaves, and completely IGNORING him. Well, he'll show this prick. Bart's mouth curled into a sneer. He waited until the nerds were safely out of the room. When they were he whizzed across the room and pulled down his pants, making sure to grab his wallet for good measure, all before the human eye could blink.
Tyler was so confused! How in the world had his pants ended up on the floor? The girls snickered quietly, trying to hold it in until they could no longer. They started clutching their sides as they laughed mercilessly in his face before leaving, their laughter trailing behind them. The nerds left as well, holding in silent chuckles as they scurried from his glare. "Come back guys!" He said, hurriedly pulling up his fallen shorts.
Bart chuckled silently, laying on his bed. Served the guy right; he was so rude. The guy turned, glaring suspiciously at the guilty party. Too bad he couldn't prove it.
"Too bad mi amigo, they were mighty fine!" Bart goaded him.
Tyler's nostrils flared in anger. "Who are you!?"
"Dude, chill! I'm your roommate and unfortunate audience to your less fortunate moment." Bart went back to laying on his bed, his eyes once more on the ceiling.
"No dude, I mean what's your name?" Tyler said hotly, his anger getting ready to explode.
"Apparently I must be the civil one," Bart said at just the right volume for Tyler to hear. Then he sat up, facing the red faced, open-mouthed prick and said "Bart Allen, world traveler and burrito lover." He smirked at the end, clearly daring him to call out his rude comment.
Tyler splutter before giving up. "I'm Tyler Roland." He said simply before turning away. "Hey, where the heck did those geeks go! They were supposed to unpack my stuff!"
"I don't know, mi amigo. Maybe you should just sit and wait and see if they come back. I'm sure those chickas would have appreciated another look at your boxers." Bart said absentmindedly.
Tyler whirled around, his eyes narrowing to slits. "You know what, I don't have time for this. I'm taking a shower." With that, he left.
Bart, being the prankster he was, couldn't resist. He had a few packs of food coloring and Kool-Aid from the last prank, and so he swiftly picked them up and sprinted to the bathroom. Thankfully Tyler was the only one in there and with a burst of speed, he died the shampoo purple and had turned the water into grape Kool-Aid. For good measure he also took his clothes, and then waited patiently outside the door to see his handiwork.
Well to say Tyler was mad was an understatement. He looked like an unholy demon. Smoke spouted from his ears and his face reddened underneath the purple, giving the allusion that he was an other worldly alien.
Bart snickered, attempting to cover his voice before Tyler noticed. However, it was too late. In his rage, Tyler's senses had been heightened, so he immediately spotted Bart. "You little twerp!" He said charging forward.
That had led to the first of Bart's mad dashes of the day. He ran straight for the only place he could use to lose him, the registration area. He was hauling butt down the hall when WHAM! he ran straight into a brick, no wait, STEEL wall. The wall caught him before he landed, picking him up quickly.
As Bart looked up, he saw a dark haired, tall man with a confused look on his face. "Gracias, mi amigo!"
The guy smiled. He looked like he had just gotten off the farm and, from the very solid stance he took, he was definitely a heavy hitter. Hmm. Perhaps he could use him as a decoy. Tyler would definitely not get along with him. This guy looked like a stud anyway. Maybe he could use him to pick up girls. After all, girls flock to the tall, dark and handsome routine, so he could pick up the leftovers, the ones heartbroken they weren't this guy's type. Yeah, that could work, definitely.
"Hey-"
"BART!" Tyler chose then to come barreling through the crowd. Valuing his skin more than his life, Bart had run for the hills.
He spent the rest of his afternoon goofing off from one place to the next, moving on after the first group or place became boring. At about 12, he ran down to Mexico to get him a well deserved burrito.
He soon grew tired and decided that now was a good time to explore his new dorm. There had to be some hidden passageways or something within the complex. So he headed up to the top floor to try and find something. And something he did. The top floor of the building was blocked off from student usage. They had their own set of stairs that were placed behind locked doors. You couldn't even take the elevator up there because it required a key as well! Interesting.
What sounded like a tripping mule interrupted his plotting. Bart turned, ready for whatever it was behind him. It was Tyler, his hair still purple, and some burly jock.
"Bart! I am going to kill you! I know you have my wallet! I can't find it anywhere!" Tyler yelled, advancing menacingly before him.
Bart silently cursed. He couldn't just disappear. He backed away, trying to reach the corner before Tyler. No luck, Tyler picked up his pace, obviously not ready to let Bart get away again. Luck was on Bart's side though, he was right by the staircase to go down. With one last glance at the oafs, he took off sprinting down the stairs and onto the second floor.
Now he was once again running, the motto of his life having thoroughly gotten him in trouble for the day.
He didn't get far down the hall before, BAM! He hit the stupid steel wall again. It was the same guy as last time, jiggling his key in the lock of his door. One hand was once again on his arm as the other pushed the door open.
"Amigo, we have got to stop meeting like this!"
