Chapter 14: Sauchak Rat-Splat
Four weeks until prom
Song: Great Big Sea – "Boston and St. John's"
The evening drew to a close over Cheryl Beckett's house. Inside, Cheryl and Jimmy sat on Cheryl's couch watching a movie, while Cheryl's parents made dinner. Jimmy sat up straight on the couch, with Cheryl's head in his lap, and duct tape over his mouth. Cheryl's mother, who had grown incredibly frustrated with Jimmy's constant movie commentary, had suggested the idea.
As the movie was drawing to a close, Cheryl nudged Jimmy's stomach with her head. "You ready for dinner?"
Jimmy nodded, and allowed Cheryl to pull the tape off. Cheryl leaned up and lightly kissed Jimmy's cheek where the tape had come off.
At the dinner table, Cheryl's father smiled at Jimmy. "So, son, how come Cheryl hasn't told us much about you yet?"
Jimmy flushed and looked down at his food. Cheryl stepped in quickly. "He's just shy, dad."
"It's okay, Cheryl," Jimmy spoke up and addressed Mr. Beckett. "I'm just a private person, and I asked Cheryl to not say too much about me."
Mr. Beckett nodded. "I respect that. Can you at least tell me what that fancy backpack of yours does?"
Jimmy pressed a button on his watch, and his bag popped open. A small drone zipped out and flew over to the breakfast bar. As the Beckett family watched in astonishment, the little drone deployed a pair of tiny robotic arms and fluttered over the breakfast bar, making a pot of tea.
The drone picked up the mug between its two arms and slowly hovered over to Mr. Beckett. The tiny aircraft deposited the mug and hovered up to Mr. Beckett's eye level. "Your tea is ready," the drone said, before it zipped away to return to the backpack. Mrs. Beckett watched the drone land and fold itself up, wide eyed. "Can I get one of those to do the laundry for me?" she asked after a moment. The tension broke, and everyone around the table laughed.
After dinner, when Cheryl's parents had left for a movie, Cheryl led Jimmy up to her room and pulled him in for a hug. "Are you ready?" she asked gently. Jimmy slowly shook his head. "Not tonight, okay?"
Cheryl kissed Jimmy and smiled. "I guess this means you'll be taking care of me again?"
Jimmy nodded, and motioned for Cheryl to lie down.
Here's some more sexy stuff. If you can't deal with it, skip on ahead.
Song: Calvin Harris – "School"
Jimmy opened his backpack and brought out two small devices; an egg-shaped piece of rubber, and a smartphone. Jimmy motioned for Cheryl to take the rubber egg. Cheryl twirled her tongue around the egg and brought it down her body, before she placed the egg between her legs. Jimmy opened the main app on the smartphone and pressed a button on the screen.
Immediately, a low buzzing sound filled the room. Cheryl's eyes shot open and she gasped. Jimmy sat in a chair opposite Cheryl's bed, and fixed his eyes on the tossing and turning girl in front of him. Cheryl bit her lip as the egg's vibrations shot through her body. "More," she whispered. Jimmy obliged, turning up a dial on the smartphone's touchscreen. As the vibrations increased, Cheryl thrashed on the bed, gasping loudly.
Jimmy watched as Cheryl squirmed and moaned, his own pants straining. Every so often, Cheryl gave Jimmy a look that plainly said, "get-your-ass-over-here," but every time she did, Jimmy lightly shook his head and made the vibrations spike higher, sending Cheryl into a deeper fog of lust. All too soon, Cheryl's muscles tightened, and her brain's pleasure center was carpet-bombed by her orgasm. Cheryl writhed around on the bed, calling out to whatever divinities there were for half a minute. As Cheryl's orgasm wore off, she slumped back onto the covers, her porcelain skin covered in tiny droplets of sweat.
"What setting was that?" she asked breathlessly, locking her green eyes with Jimmy's blue ones.
Jimmy smirked a little. "That was setting number three."
Cheryl's eyes widened. "Out of how many?"
Jimmy grinned widely. "Eleven."
"Wow…" Cheryl's voice cut off with a gasp as the vibrations started up again with renewed vigor.
Sexy time is over for now. Back to our tale.
Song: Calvin Harris – "I'm Not Alone"
The next morning, Jimmy and Cheryl rolled into the school parking lot in Jimmy's hover Camaro. Jimmy pulled the parking brake, and the car lowered itself to the ground. A second later, the roar of a v-twin engine intruded on the peace of the morning. Calvin and Susie rolled up on Calvin's chopper, but neither one of them looked very happy. Susie jumped off and glared at Calvin. "You should have said something!"
"Well what was I supposed to say? I don't even know what made her like me in the first place!" Calvin shouted over the roar of his bike's engine.
Susie crossed her arms. "You shouldn't have told her you were getting married! Literally anything else would have been better!"
"I'm sorry, I don't work well under pressure!" Calvin threw his hands up as Jimmy and Cheryl looked on in confusion.
Susie poked Calvin's chest as the four friends began walking inside school. "Look, just play it off as a joke, and there's no harm done. The last thing we need is the whole school thinking we're getting married."
The school doors swung open and Calvin and Susie stopped in their tracks as Moe stomped forward. "Now what's this I hear?" he leered. "Twinkie and his dyke are gettin' mawwied?"
Susie turned to Calvin and thumped him in the chest. "You butt-head!"
"Well, the lady's gone first," Moe grunted. "Guess it's my turn." With that, Moe stepped forward and socked Calvin in the guts. Calvin leaned forward, all the air leaving his lungs with a whoof. He collapsed on the concrete and Moe stepped forward again, until Jimmy stood in his path.
"You want some too, shrimpy?" Moe sneered.
"Do you know what this is?" Jimmy calmly asked Moe, pointing to a glowing blue node on top of his metal backpack.
"What is it?" Moe grunted.
Jimmy crossed his arms. "It's a force field generator. And tell me what the words on the sign say.
Moe peered closer. "E-elec-tricycle haz-lizard."
Jimmy leaned into Moe's personal space. "What kind of a man punches someone in the guts like that? I dare you to punch me too, you ignorant fuck."
Moe growled and drew back his fist.
Moe's punch rocketed forward, but a foot away from Jimmy's head, the air around him seemed to bend in a blue haze. Moe's fist uncontrollably shot back at him, and everyone watching gasped as the bully punched himself in his own face with the force of a freight train. Moe folded over as Susie helped Calvin to his feet. Calvin gave Jimmy a triumphant high five. "That was awesome, dude! If I ever laugh at any of your inventions again-"
"I'll know you've gone back to normal," Jimmy snickered as the four friends skirted the downed bully.
Cheryl piped up. "Come on, let's get to class before Rat-bag tries to pin some stupid crap on us again."
Several hours later, the bell rang for lunch. Jimmy pulled Calvin off to the side and opened his backpack. Inside the metal bag sat a strange wooden lever device, and several cans of whipped cream.
"Wow," Calvin smirked. "Cheryl is really putting you through your paces, huh?"
Jimmy gave Calvin a blank look. Calvin leaned down and peered into the bag. "So anyway, what are we doing with this stuff?"
Jimmy picked up the lever device. "We're going to give Ratford a pie in the face."
In the hallway, Calvin stood outside the door of the teacher's lounge; or rather, Ratford's lounge. The principal had kicked all the other teachers out of the lounge, which sure as hell hadn't won her any brownie points. "Serves her right," Calvin thought as he kept watch with a cup of coffee in his hand. Inside the lounge, Jimmy was busy rigging the fridge and a camera to capture the prank.
As he worked, Jimmy chuckled softly to himself. "This ought to mess up her day." Jimmy tested the fridge door. When the door swung open, the lever device unfolded and swung an arm out of the fridge at eye level. Satisfied with the device, Jimmy placed a pie tray on the arm and sprayed a mountain of whipped cream on top.
Just then, Jimmy's phone buzzed with a text from Calvin.
Calvin: "Rat-bag is coming! You have thirty seconds to either hide or get your ass out!"
Jimmy threw his backpack under the couch and wriggled underneath too. A second later, Ratford marched through the lounge's door. The principal stomped over to the fridge. Jimmy dug his phone out of his pocket and activated the camera he'd mounted to the wall beside the fridge. Ratford opened the fridge door, and let loose a piercing scream. A loud splat echoed through the teachers lounge as the lever device swung out of the fridge. Ratford staggered back from the fridge, whipped cream dripping down her face and her cardigan.
Jimmy's face stretched into a wide grin. The device had worked perfectly. Ratford slammed the fridge door shut and stormed out of the room with an absolutely furious look on her face. A second later, Calvin sent another text.
Calvin: "That was GENIUS, man! I've never seen Rat-bag look so pissed! It's all clear for you to come out."
Shaking slightly from the adrenaline high, Jimmy shimmied out from under the couch, grabbed the tiny camera, and quickly slipped out the door.
After school, the four friends returned to Calvin's tree house. Calvin pulled four beers from the mini fridge and passed them around. "Here's to a prank well-executed by Mister Sauchak." Calvin raised his beer in the air, and Susie and Cheryl followed suit. Jimmy blushed as his friends toasted him, before taking a sip of his beer.
Calvin crossed the room to his scheme whiteboard and flipped it over to the blank side. "Now," he began. "We've taken care of Rat-bag for the moment. Next, we need to focus on Moe."
Soon, the whiteboard was once again full of writing, arrows, curse words and cartoon anvils falling on heads. Cheryl popped the top off another beer and raised it to Calvin and the others. "I can't wait till we pull this off and all the jerks are out of our lives once and for all."
Author's Notes:
What could the friends be planning? Find out soon!