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Cody's POV:

Piper called the next morning with a strange message.

My cell vibrated loudly on my bedside table, jolting me awake from my Saturday slumber. I grabbed it and groggily answered, "Yeah?"

"I'll pick you up at half-eleven tonight. Wear dark clothes. We strike at midnight." Came her most enigmatic voice.

"What the fuck?"

"Just be ready, okay?" Her voice suddenly had lost all mysterious tone.

"Fiiiiiine."


I dressed in black skinny jeans and a hoodie, and slipped on my beat-up converse trainers.

"Come on," Piper whispered, as I emerged.

She sprinted down the stairwell and through the lot, not stopping 'til she reached her car. I followed as quickly and quietly as I could.

We drove out of the estate and to a neighbouring side-street, where she pulled over so we could discuss what the hell was going on.

"We can't just do nothing, Codes. Josh needs to pay for what he did to you." Piper's tone was fraught with tension.

"I'm in. But what are we gonna do exactly?" I asked, eyes alight with 'sadistic pleasure', as Piper would later say. "Burn his house down, occupants or no?"

"Something like that," she grinned. "You know that new car of his?"

I rolled my eyes. "How could I forget? It was all he ever talked about."

"Well..." Piper nodded towards the backseats. On them was a bright orange gas container, two balaclavas, and a box of matches.

"I like where this is going."

"Then let's get there fast."

She stepped on it, and we made it to the expensive suburb where Josh lived in record time.

Piper chucked me my ski mask, and I slipped it on. "Why do we need these, Pipes? I think you got a little caught up in the whole 'Sons of Anarchy' feel of this."

"There will might very well be security cameras, dork brain, and we don't want to get caught."

"I guess you're right."

We stalked down the road, and through the night, to the house I recognised as Josh's. Outside it were a few sleek cars, shiny in the dim light of the streetlamps.

"This his?" Piper whispered, pointing with a gloved finger to a particularly expensive looking convertible. He hadn't bothered putting the roof up. Arrogant asswipe

"Yurp," I answered.

"You sure?"

"Yes, but would it be that bad if it wasn't?"

Her face creased with anger. "No, I guess not." She started pouring gasoline all over the faux tan leather upholstered seats.

I watched her, barely containing my glee. He loved this car. We'd see how much he loved it once we were done.

Once Piper was done, she handed me the matches. "I guess you need this more than me."

I struck one, watching as a flame formed, and carefully placed it on one of the seats. Fire quickly travelled along the trails of gas, leaving burn marks as it went. The whole car was soon alight.

"We'd better get out of here."

"Wait - keys."

Piper threw me her set of keys as we walked back. A few of the other cars lining the street I knew were Josh's friend's. The same friends that beat me up.

I strode around each of them in turn, keying them, silent satisfaction bringing a smile to my face.

We then made our way back to the car, and leant on the hood, balaclavas now off. Piper lit a cigarette. She didn't usually smoke - only when it suited her. When she needed it.

"Nice job," came a voice from behind us.

I turned to see Zach leaning against the side.

"Stalking us?"

"Nope. I live here." He pointed to one of the many posh houses further down.

"I see."

Piper nudged me, fag in mouth.

I nudged her right back.

"We'd better get going, 'fore they call the cops," she said, seeing she couldn't force me to make a move.

"Well, bye." Zach walked off.

Only when we were back in the car did Piper let her squeal of indignation escape. "Whyyyyyy didn't you go for it?"

"Fuck off!" I growled, narrowing my eyes at her.

She sighed dramatically, smoke whirling out the window.


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