Clash of the Populars
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~Chapter 4~
Max POV
The sound of the clicking away of Lissa's alarm was like pure heaven to my ears. The resonating sound of the YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED was beautiful. Wait! What did I just say? Well.. Destroying my Lissy did this me yours truly. Nudge grinned…
We were in.
I slid in sneakily with Nudge holding a walkie talkie behind a tree. I was armed with hair remover, itching powder, scissors and a Sharpie…
Clank! The metal hit the ground. Hard. The sound was deafening. I jumped up into the room as the commotion started.
I saw the slut, herself, jump and turn. She let out a squeal.
"Mummy!" Her yell was so childish I had to hold in a giggle. I snorted though, covering my mouth with my hands. Nudge laughed through the walkie talkie, and I quickly turned the volume down. As Lissa ran dramatically down the hallway, presumably to find her "oh dearest mummy", I fumbled around in my little kit and whispered to Nudge, "Phase one, hair remover."
Fang POV
Weekend at last. School can just be so dramatic. Now I have time away from those two sluts (to name one problem) and all the other little catastrophes of school. I couldn't help but think of Max. She was just so… so… perfect.I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, reminding myself to focus on my algebra. Algebra. When are we going to EVER use algebra out of school?
And then my thoughts drifted to Max…
Those beautiful curves…
Lissa POV
No-one, and I repeat NO-ONE, scares Queen Lissa like that. I don't care if there's a car crash right outside, a plane decapitated Sir Gobbledegook, or North Korea's starting a nuclur war three feet from my front door. ( What is a nuclur war anyways)No-one scares Lissa. Finding that my seven inch stilettos were rather hard to run in, I stomped back to my room quickly to exchange them for my five inch ones. Okay, that's how low I was going. I eyed my four inch heels, but instead of changing into them, I tossed my hair, and jerkily ran towards where I hoped Mummy would be.
Max POV
I couldn't help but feel my cheeks bulge, holding in the laughter at Lissa's running. She ran at the speed of a hippopotamus, but she was also kicking her legs up, panting and sweeping her hair back with a hand, but nothing actually looked like… running. Her heels made holes in the ground and she puffed like she just ran to the mall for the "latest Gucci fashion." I quickly scuttled out from my hiding spot; under the decorative table in the corridor at the entrance to Lissa's room. First-class seats to watch Lissa's dramatic "running." My fingers held the tube of hair remover inside my bag.
As soon as I entered Lissa's room, I removed the lid from the tube. To be prepared, I found a suitable hiding spot just in case I needed one; I could slide niftily under Lissa's designer bed. Actually, there was a rather-large gap between the base of the bed and the polished floor, even though the gap was covered with shimmering pink fabric. I slid under just to test if the gap was big enough.
Plenty of room. Plenty. And another bonus; the fabric was solid from the normal point of view, but under here, it was slightly transparent. I kept my eyes on the door, but one hand firmed its grip on the hair remover tube. From here I relaxed my breathing, and examined the room I was in. The largest thing in the room; aside from the bed of course; was the dressing table and mirror. I shimmied out from under the bed, fully prepared. Hearing no foot-steps, I opened the lid of Lissa's giant container of hair gel. It was transparent. Our hair remover was almost transparent. This would be a risk.
Just a little risk. I squeezed a very thin but even layer over the top of the hair gel, and put the lid back in place. A smile crept over my face as I scanned the table for another place to put the hair remover. I grabbed the paddle brush sitting on the table, and dipped it in just a tad. When I put the brush back down, I couldn't see the cream, but I could feel it. Perfect.
I fiddled for the walkie talkie. "Nudge!" I whispered rather sharply into the machine. I heard a little static but then Nudge's voice broke through. "Huh?"
"Hair remover – done. One hairbrush and hair gel container."
Nudge scribbled down some notes, and replied simply; "'Kay."
I shoved the tube back into my kit and reached for the itching powder.
I raised the walkie talkie to my mouth once more and spoke – "Phase Two, itching powder."
This time I thought it was time for some seriousbusiness.
Lissa POV
Where's my Mummy? She said that she'd be in the study. For the whole afternoon. I closed my eyes tightly, and screamed at the top of my lungs, "MUMMY!"
Even I shook a bit. There was sudden warmth near my feet. My Chihuahua, Princess Fifi, trotted over and sat on my foot. I shook in disgust, and I could have sworn I broke Fifi's leg as I kicked her off and almost stabbed her heart out with my heel. Who cares. Just a dog.
But where was Mummy?
Max POV
I stood proudly admiring the job I'd done.
I'd found the dress that Lissa had labelled "YEAR 12 PROM DRESS." That was in a year!
It was a glimmering sequined blue dress with holes cut in the shoulders and from her shoulders to midback. The neckline was amazingly low. It would only cover her nipples and nothing else.
And I'd coated the inside of the dress in itching powder. I'd gaped at how short the skirt was. It was like a shirt and short short length without a bottom. But what do I expect, she is a slut!
I held my scissors and began cutting. Soon enough, all her clothes were snipped but they were already short enough.
Ah, and a little itching powder through her bed and pillow couldn't hurt much either.
And I'd mixed it in with some of her blush and eye shadow.
And of course the inside of all of her heels and rare pair of flats.
And her bras were all cut in half. No surprise that they were all push up bras!
I'd love to see her trip at school with clothes making her look like a cavewoman with loin cloth.
I grabbed my walkie talkie once more. "Phase Two – done."
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I will update tomorrow if I can and this chapter is the longest one yet!
Out, WingedAngel8