Part 9 ^_^
There was a note in her locker.
"Saw U watching me," it said. "My locker #'s 2411 JIC U want 2 drop a
note. CUL8R. Hubert."
Oh great. Love notes from a geek.
Jason was trying to chat up Jean, down the hall.
Kurt and Amanda looked like they were trying to french.
Lance passed her by with a, "Geez, Kitty, you're really letting
yourself go... There's no need to go lesbo over this, y'know."
*THAT* was the final straw.
She'd seen Kurt put together those noodle-bombs enough times, by now.
She could get her own revenge without his involvement. Plus, she had
free period, so she could get a hall pass to work on an 'assignment'
really easily.
_Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb,_ Jason felt like pounding his head on
his locker, but settled for turning the combination lock prior to
opening it. _I should have known someone like *her* was going out with a
stupid jock-jerk._ He surrupticiously pulled the last of the wedgie out
of his butt and opened his locker door.
All he had to look forward to was another afternoon of walking
Tolenski through the patter songs and forcibly restraining Wagner from
getting his hands on a sword.
{Pbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpblth!}
Noodles dripped slowly to the floor. His shirt was stained with tomato
sauce. There was a post-it note in his locker with just one word on it.
"Jerk!"
Apparently, he'd offended one of his many admirers. He wished he knew
who it was.
Hubert Hughes practically skipped towards his locker. He'd actually
made a *move*! It felt great. Maybe Kitty had said something.
He eagerly opened his locker door.
{Pbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpblth!}
There *was* a note. It said, "Stay away from her, you little creep!"
It was signed with an L.
Hubert got a wicked grin on his face. Well, if Lance Alvers wanted to
play hardball, Hubert could play too. *His* way.
"Shall we play a game?" he muttered.
Lance opened his locker with some degree of trepidation. All his
caution, however, was for naught.
{PBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBLTH!}
He sighed.
"Guess she still hates me," he said.
Then the stink bomb went off.
Jean was chatting aimlessly with Duncan about football (what else?) as
she opened her locker.
{Pbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpblth!}
The noodles showered her, Duncan, and a few of Duncan's cohorts. Jean
screamed, more out of offense than shock or fright. They were
everywhere.
"It's that little German jerk, isn't it?" said Duncan. "This is just
his style."
Down the hall, Kurt was approaching his locker with Amanda on his arm.
He was radiating confusion at the sight of Jean covered in noodles.
"No, Duncan. You don't *know* he did it," she said, trying to restrain
him.
"Who cares? The little jerk's going to pay!"
Kurt put his bag down the instant he saw Matthews approaching, and
quickly dialled his locker open. He was not in time to put his books
away.
"Hey, Duncan," he smiled ingratiatingly. "What happened to you?"
"Like you don't know," said Duncan. "Fess up or I'll pound you."
"I had nothing to do with it, I swear! Not that you're going to
believe me... Can I at least put my books away?" He opened his locker
door.
{*PBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBLTH*!!}
Kurt, hit with the full force of the blast, wound up across the hall,
dazed and semi-conscious, as well as covered in noodles, practically
from head to toe. Duncan got a second splattering, as did his cohorts,
and Amanda was knocked a meter away from her original position. She fell
flat on her butt from the shock. One of her ears was ringing.
Kurt coughed up a mouthful of noodles and said, "Ow..."
Kitty laughed to herself in the girl's bathroom. It was not a
Freshman's giggle. Nor was it the healthy chortle of a nice girl having
fun. It was the insane, megalomaniac cackle of a girl pushed over the
edge.
_That was *GREAT*! No wonder Kurt like, does it all the time!_
She grinned at the mental imagery of all those flying noodles going
around.
_I wonder who else I can zap?_
There was a note in her locker.
"Saw U watching me," it said. "My locker #'s 2411 JIC U want 2 drop a
note. CUL8R. Hubert."
Oh great. Love notes from a geek.
Jason was trying to chat up Jean, down the hall.
Kurt and Amanda looked like they were trying to french.
Lance passed her by with a, "Geez, Kitty, you're really letting
yourself go... There's no need to go lesbo over this, y'know."
*THAT* was the final straw.
She'd seen Kurt put together those noodle-bombs enough times, by now.
She could get her own revenge without his involvement. Plus, she had
free period, so she could get a hall pass to work on an 'assignment'
really easily.
_Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb,_ Jason felt like pounding his head on
his locker, but settled for turning the combination lock prior to
opening it. _I should have known someone like *her* was going out with a
stupid jock-jerk._ He surrupticiously pulled the last of the wedgie out
of his butt and opened his locker door.
All he had to look forward to was another afternoon of walking
Tolenski through the patter songs and forcibly restraining Wagner from
getting his hands on a sword.
{Pbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpblth!}
Noodles dripped slowly to the floor. His shirt was stained with tomato
sauce. There was a post-it note in his locker with just one word on it.
"Jerk!"
Apparently, he'd offended one of his many admirers. He wished he knew
who it was.
Hubert Hughes practically skipped towards his locker. He'd actually
made a *move*! It felt great. Maybe Kitty had said something.
He eagerly opened his locker door.
{Pbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpblth!}
There *was* a note. It said, "Stay away from her, you little creep!"
It was signed with an L.
Hubert got a wicked grin on his face. Well, if Lance Alvers wanted to
play hardball, Hubert could play too. *His* way.
"Shall we play a game?" he muttered.
Lance opened his locker with some degree of trepidation. All his
caution, however, was for naught.
{PBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBLTH!}
He sighed.
"Guess she still hates me," he said.
Then the stink bomb went off.
Jean was chatting aimlessly with Duncan about football (what else?) as
she opened her locker.
{Pbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpblth!}
The noodles showered her, Duncan, and a few of Duncan's cohorts. Jean
screamed, more out of offense than shock or fright. They were
everywhere.
"It's that little German jerk, isn't it?" said Duncan. "This is just
his style."
Down the hall, Kurt was approaching his locker with Amanda on his arm.
He was radiating confusion at the sight of Jean covered in noodles.
"No, Duncan. You don't *know* he did it," she said, trying to restrain
him.
"Who cares? The little jerk's going to pay!"
Kurt put his bag down the instant he saw Matthews approaching, and
quickly dialled his locker open. He was not in time to put his books
away.
"Hey, Duncan," he smiled ingratiatingly. "What happened to you?"
"Like you don't know," said Duncan. "Fess up or I'll pound you."
"I had nothing to do with it, I swear! Not that you're going to
believe me... Can I at least put my books away?" He opened his locker
door.
{*PBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBLTH*!!}
Kurt, hit with the full force of the blast, wound up across the hall,
dazed and semi-conscious, as well as covered in noodles, practically
from head to toe. Duncan got a second splattering, as did his cohorts,
and Amanda was knocked a meter away from her original position. She fell
flat on her butt from the shock. One of her ears was ringing.
Kurt coughed up a mouthful of noodles and said, "Ow..."
Kitty laughed to herself in the girl's bathroom. It was not a
Freshman's giggle. Nor was it the healthy chortle of a nice girl having
fun. It was the insane, megalomaniac cackle of a girl pushed over the
edge.
_That was *GREAT*! No wonder Kurt like, does it all the time!_
She grinned at the mental imagery of all those flying noodles going
around.
_I wonder who else I can zap?_