I don't even need to say this anymore. You guys know I'm sorry. XP Ugh, I've been so busy, I just don't have time for Fanfiction anymore.
Big author's note at the end, be sure to read it.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, except for my OCs.
Chapter 11
"You ready, bro?" Jerry shook his spray can impatiently. "We gotta get going."
Jack zipped up his jacket and patted his pockets for the can. "Yeah, I know." He shook his can. "I think mine's only half-full. Got another can?"
Rummaging through his bag, Jerry tossed him another can. "It's blue," he told him.
They were hiding in the bushes in front of the school, preparing to 'attack'. It was nearing seven o'clock at night, and they were waiting for the janitor to leave and lock up the school. Then they'd sneak in.
"Come on," Jerry whispered under his breath. "Leave, Mr. Janitor, leave!"
As if on cue, the lights began going out, one by one, and the front door squeaked open. Stepping out, the janitor flipped through the keys on his belt and locked the school entrance. Then, whistling a merry tune, he began walking away.
Keeping an eye on the quickly disappearing man, the two boys crept out from under the bush and made their way over to the door. Upon reaching the locked doors, Jerry extracted a small bobby pin from his pocket and stuck it in the keyhole. Jiggling it up and down, he smiled in satiation when he heard the lock click. "After you," he said to Jack with an exaggerated bow. Jack punched his arm.
The halls were dark, and their footsteps echoed eerily on the marble floors. Feeling around for the light switch, Jack flipped on the lights and blinked rapidly, his eyes still adjusting to the brightness.
"You ready?" Jerry grinned, shaking his can. Jack nodded once and they were off. They tagged the halls, the posters, the lockers, and the bathrooms with slogans like 'skool is 4 losers' and 'beware: boredom ahead'.
Finally, when the hallways were covered red and blue and the ceilings were covered in skulls, Jerry picked the locks to the other classrooms. "We're moving onto bigger things," he'd said, rubbing his hands.
Soon, the desks in the English classroom had blue markings all over them and the Math teacher's desk had been wiped clean and sprayed with 'no one likes math!'
Right now, Jack stood right outside the Science lab, waiting for Jerry to finish picking the lock. He shook his can. "I'm running low," Jack told his friend. "Let's make this our last hit; we should be leaving anyway."
"Whatever, bro," Jerry said, concentrating on the lock. When the door swung open, he pumped his fist victoriously. "C'mon," he said.
Jack shook his can once more and set to work. Above the white board, he sprayed 'science is boring' in large letters. "Dude," Jerry whispered from across the room. "Let's tag the test tubes." He grinned. "Mr. Bendel hates dirty tubes."
On the teacher's desk, there were four bottles, each with a different color liquid in them. Picking up the one with the green substance, Jack stirred it with a pencil. "I wonder what'd happen if I mixed my red paint-" he held up his can. "-with this green crap." He smiled wickedly.
"Let's find out." Jerry picked up the test tube with a bubbling blue solvent. "On three."
"One, two, three!"
Holding their noses, the two boys sprayed what was left of their paint into the tubes. Almost instantaneously, both liquids began to smoke, a cloud of blue rising from the tube in Jerry's hand, and a cloud of green coming from Jack's. "Sweet!" Jerry exclaimed, examining his tube more closely. "That's fucking awesome!"
Suddenly, without warning, his tube burst into flames and Jerry dropped it as if he'd been scalded. "Shit!" he swore, as the flaming goop began to flow towards him. "Okay, hold on," Jack said, setting his own tube down. Spotting a dirty rag hanging on a hook in the back of the classroom, he grabbed it and began beating the flames frantically.
"Shit!" Jack dropped the rag when it began to catch fire. The quickly burning rag was soon soaked in the blue chemical, and the flames grew larger and hotter. The boys backed away slowly, their eyes never leaving the steadily growing fire. Jerry's hand, which had grabbed the desktop, brushed against the green test tube and it began tipping.
Everything happened in slow motion. Jack's eyes widened the same time that Jerry reached his hand out to try and catch it, only to yank it back from the orange-red fire. The glass tube smashed against the marble tile, and the green chemical spread, merging with the blue, and the fire grew bigger.
Jack and Jerry turned around and raced for the door, stumbling over their own feet and pushing past each other to reach the exit. The fire soon caught a few loose papers and it spread to the posters taped on the wall.
Jack could feel the heat. It was so close and it was so hot; his cold sweat became warm. The flames licked at his heels as he raced for the door. He could feel perspiration dripping down the side of his face, and he resisted the urge to wipe it away. The entire science lab had now been swallowed by the toxic fire.
Just then, the alarms began to ring and red lights began flash urgently. Both boys turned and bolted, their graffiti escapade forgotten and only escape in mind. Fire travels fast, Jack thought as he ran.
He was terrified. He was terrified that the fire would swallow them up and they'd burn to death. He was terrified that they'd get caught. He was terrified of getting arrested. He was terrified that his parents might find out. He was terrified that Kim might find out.
Racing down the hall, they ran from the flames, the flames that now occupied the entire hallway. "Run!" Jerry screamed, directly in Jack's ear. "We gotta get outta here!"
"No shit, Sherlock!" Jack hollered back. "Front entrance!"
Jerry just nodded.
They burst out of the front door just as the flames reached them, and they jumped out of the way. Spotting a little piece of burning debris, Jack ground it out angrily with the sole of his shoe. "Take that," he told it.
Firetrucks were already beginning to arrive in front of the school, their sirens flashing and their horns honking. Jack looked at his friend, beginning to panic. "Dude," he said. "We gotta leave, now. They can't catch us here!"
Then the two boys scrambled off into the darkening night, stinking, only slightly, of chemical fire.
Mindy slowly dragged the tube of shiny pink lip gloss over her lips and smacked them together. She pursed her mouth at herself in the mirror, and, blowing herself a kiss, rummaged through her bag. "Shit," she said aloud. "Where's my mascara?!"
She let out a frustrated shriek as she remembered leaving it in her school locker. "Fine! I'll go get myself!" Slinging her purse over her shoulder, Mindy left her house, slamming the front door.
When she was approaching the school, she slowed, her confusion evident at the cluster of firetrucks gathered outside the school. Trying to push her way through, Mindy struggled to see what was happening.
"What going on?!" she screeched, pushing through the crowd. "My Daddy is the head of the police department, and he'll fire every single one of you morons if you don't let me through this instant!" She stomped her foot.
Mindy finally reached the front, where she was greeted by the sight of firemen battling a huge fire. "Oh. My. God. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she repeated, over and over again. "That mascara was thirty dollars!"
From her peripheral vision, she spotted two figures dashing off, away from all the commotion. Squinting a little harder, she thought they seemed familiar. Was that…?
Jack? And that new kid, um, Jerry?
"Ohemgee," she breathed. "They totally started the fire!"
A light bulb went off in her head, and she grinned evilly. "Now what could I possibly do with that information?"
Yeah. So, my A/N is that I'm tired. I'm tired of this story. I'm sorry, I just don't like it anymore, and I no longer see the appeal of Fanficton. This site only features fanfiction(obviously), but I have so many more ideas that I want to expand on, with my own characters.
However, this story will continue. You guys have just been so dedicated, and so supportive of me, I could never just leave you guys hanging with an unfinished story. So I'm going to finish this story. For you guys.
But after Bad Boy, Good Girl is done, I'm retiring from Fanfiction. I'm going to leave up my H2O fanfiction just in case I ever want to pick that up again, but after that, I'm done. You can still find me on other sites, just not this one. Sorry. :/
I don't really know what else to say, so I won't say anything.
I love you guys, and I'm really grateful to anyone who has really enjoyed this story.
xoxo, NoOrdinaryAuthor