Chapter Five: Boomer, Ace, and Princess

An excerpt from the biography ofThe Townsville Tragedy: May 28, 1999.

It can only be decided that the whole tragedy came from the idea of—what many are saying to be—a "harmless prank." Seventeen-year-old Princess G. Morbucks and her boyfriend, Ace C. McGreen, eighteen, (who were both seniors) plotted against Bubbles Utonium. On May 26, 1999, they snuck onto Farmer Lumpkins farm, which was about twenty miles west out of town. It is also believed that they had at least three accomplices to help them in the act. Also, reportedly, Farmer Lumpkins found one of his prized pigs, Kerri Lou, slaughtered; the hog's head had been cut off with an axe, and most of its blood had (somehow) been drained. All of this lead up to a "harmless prank," and the "harmless prank" has led to one of the greatest massacres/tragedies in world history…

(May 23, 1999—Townsville Roadhouse, 11:15 PM)

Princess sat in the big red booth all the way in the back of the bar. Ace came over with two beers. "Here you go, babe," he said coolly. She formed a shit-eating grin. "Thanks, baby."

They had just gotten there. The two of them were infamous for being late. And for two years, everyone had questioned their relationship. Princess was the daughter of a millionaire; Ace's dad owned the Townsville dump. Princess wore neat, but slutty, clothes; Ace was always seen wearing the same thing at least twice a week. They were almost finished with their beers when Alexis and her boyfriend, Jacob Brewer, walked in through the back entrance. "Lexi!" Princess called. "Alexis! Yoo hoo! Over here!"

Alexis looked over at the two of them, grabbed Jacob's arm, and walked over to their booth.

The McKinley girl was wearing a tight purple tank top with spaghetti straps, and black jean shorts that went only a little bit past her butt; not to mention her ugly brown sandals that she always had around. Jacob, on the other hand, was wearing his football jersey with the number 6 on the back. Stephanie, the middle-aged waitress, came over at took their orders—each one of them wanted a hamburger.

Alexis tied her back. "So, Princess, what's new?"

Ace looked away and Princess scoffed. "Well…that bitchy Ms. Keane—as you saw—slapped me in front of our entire gym class. I'm going to tell my daddy as soon as I get home. He'll sue the shit out of Pokey Oaks High, and then I'll get sent off to Wales or Princeton early for college or something."

Ace's hand cupped her small (flat) breast and said, "Aw, honey, you wouldn't leave me, would you?"

Princess looked at him with lust. "N-No, babe. I love you." They did a quick kiss; Ace stuck his tongue in her mouth and his hand touched her thigh.

Their burgers came and Jacob instantly stuffed his face.

"So," Alexis said, chewing, "what are you planning to do?"

Ace wrapped his arm around Princess. "My babe and I are thinkin' of pulling a joke, you know? Rough some people up…like that Bubbles chic…the bitch no one likes."

Alexis giggled. "What kind of joke?"

Jacob put a fry in his mouth and looked at Ace. "How about chicken feathers and egg yolks?"

Princess cringed. "Eww…but no. Too simple and easy. Not nearly as funny as—"

"Pig blood?" Ace suggested. "Get it? Pig blood…for a pig."

As if on cue, all four of them laughed. Princess scooted closer to her Prince Charming. "Oh, Ace," she said, "you always have such…clever, sexy ideas!" Their make out session began. "Wait," Alexis interrupted. "How exactly are we going to do that? In plain sight?"

Princess formed another shit-eating smile. "We'll think of something."

Alexis and Jacob said goodbye and left. On the other side of town, Butch approached his brother in order for a favor.

(Jojo household, 235 Edmore Street.)

Boomer was downstairs doing his Chemistry homework. It was almost midnight. He had been behind on his schoolwork lately. And this particular assignment was due first thing in the morning. He was almost finished when he heard footsteps. It was Butch.

"Boomer?"

"Yeah?"

"Glad you're still up…can we talk?" Butch sat on the couch. Boomer put his pencil down and rubbed his eyes. "Uh, sure, man."

Butch took a death breath. "I…know you like Bubbles. And, well, as we all know, she's not exactly the most popular girl at Pokey Oaks High School. So I—"

"Butch, stop."

"What?"

"Buttercup put you up to this, didn't she?" Boomer locked eyes with his older brother. There was a long silence. "So what if she did? Boomer, honestly, I'm asking you as a brother…"

Boomer ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "Calm down, Butch. What exactly are you asking me to do? A date? Eat lunch with her?" Butch shook his head. "No…take her to the prom."

Boomer's face went red. "Wh-What did you j-just say?"

"Boomer, stop it! I know you like her! I've…I've seen the way you look at her. At lunch. In History class…I know that you like her. Admit it…"

Boomer looked away. "So what if I do? Besides, even if I did ask her…she'd say no."

"What makes you say that? She likes you, too."

Boomer stood up. "I have to go to bed. Goodnight, Butch."

He was about to walk up the staircase when he paused, and turned around. "A few weeks ago, I saw Bubbles walking down the hall. Some cheerleaders walked by. And they tripped her. Butch, I saw the hurt in her eyes. What's worse…I kind of laughed along with everyone else. And she saw me."

Butch thought about it for a second. "She'll say yes. Don't worry."

Boomer sighed. "Fine, when should I ask her?"

"Tomorrow during Study Hall; she should be in the library. Goodnight Boomer."

"Goodnight Butch."

WEE! ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE! I am so back into this story…but since I last updated (yesterday) I've only gotten 2 reviews! WHAT THE DICK? Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW! It's just…this story is so popular! MORE REVIEWS! In fact, I will have a contest! The 50th reviewer will have their own character included in the story as a bully OR a student who is at the prom! SO C'MON! REVIEW! Please! Thanks! Sugar lumps on top! –Ciao