Part 10 ^_^
Kitty hummed to herself as she compiled the list. It was a hate list
of all the people who she figured truly deserved a faceful of noodles.
It read:
"Rogue (wakeup music)
Scott (totally dense)
Jean (tick)
Kurt (tick)
Amanda (she's with Kurt)
Duncan Matthews (jerk)
Graydon Creed (jerk's lieutenant)
Amara (snob)
Hubert Hughes (tick)
Lance (always Lance)
Todd (he smells)
Ray (just plain nasty)
Pietro (HATE him)
Tabitha (bitchy little slut)"
Kitty twiddled her pencil. That'd like, do for now. She'd compile a
bigger list for tomorrow.
Revenge was never so much fun.
Hubert Hughes giggled to himself as he hacked into some top security
computers. He made sure he was deliberately sloppy so that he'd get
caught.
"Intruder; Identify yourself," said the popup window.
Shyeah. Like anybody actually *fell* for that...
Hubert typed in, "My name is Lance Alvers and I live at the Bayville
Brotherhood boarding house. Give me money and I'll go away."
"Stay where you are," said the popup. "There will be a full
investigation."
Hubert logged off and ran for cover. And if *that* didn't work, he'd
try some credit card fraud.
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ow..." Kurt removed the umpteenth Q-tip from his ear. It
came out red.
"That blood?" said Amanda.
Kurt sniffed. "Nein. Tomato sauce -er- ketchup."
"So are you gonna be okay?"
"I'll let you know when my ear stops ringing," he reached for another
Q-tip. "Ow... That *hurt*."
"Aw, my poor li'l elf," Amanda cooed, cleaning sauce out of his hair.
Kurt worked his jaw. Only he could hear the snapping and popping in
his right ear. "Ach. I thought she was over you and I. Guess I was
wrong."
Amanda had to smile. "Guess I'll have to be careful when opening my
locker, huh?"
"Sidestepping would be very useful," said Kurt as he removed another
Q-tip. "Uh oh."
"Uh oh, what?"
"*That's* blood..."
"I'm 'phoning the Institute."
Kitty hid behind her locker door and watched Scott turning his
combination. _C'mon you big dope, quit chatting with Tarren and like,
open the damn door!_
Scott, meanwhile, dawdled as the lock came undone and, {Pbpbpbpblth!},
Tarren was covered in the stuff instead of Scott.
_Okay, call that half points._
"*Half* points?" said Jean.
_Oops._
Behind her, Duncan Matthews openned his locker and got a faceful of
noodles.
"THAT WAGNER KID IS GONNA *DIE*!!"
"By the way," said Jean. "The Professor just told me that the little
'surprise package' you put in Kurt's locker could have damaged his
eardrum. They're going to have to check to make sure he hasn't lost
hearing or balance."
Kitty swallowed. "I thought he'd like, duck."
"You're lucky he wasn't facing the locker full on, Kitty," said Jean.
"If it had hit him face on, he could have been *killed*."
"Waitasecond," said Matthews. "*This* is the little creep that's been
doing the noodle bombs?" He would have been fierce if it wasn't for the
dripping noodles and sauce.
"Relax, Duncan," said Jean. "She's already grounded until further
notice. *And* she's going to be paying for all damages."
"Yeah," Kitty improvised. "Like, send me the bill."
Dark men in serious suits had gathered near his locker.
"I didn't do anything," said Lance out of pure instinct.
"Lance Alvers of the Brotherhood Boarding house?" said one of the
MiBs.
He sighed. "Yeah."
"We're investigating a criminal and illegal entry of some secured
computers. Though we do not believe that you, personally, are involved,
we must investigate all leads. Unlock your locker, please."
Lance twirled the combination. "Look, I'm all for co-operation and
everything, but I haven't got a flying clue about what's going on you
know?"
"Step aside from your locker, sir?" said the other MiB.
"You might wanna be careful when you're opening--"
{Pbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpblth!}
"--that." He grinned at the sight of noodles covering someone else for
a change. "I've been having a little girlfriend trouble."
And then the stink bomb went off.
Kitty hummed to herself as she compiled the list. It was a hate list
of all the people who she figured truly deserved a faceful of noodles.
It read:
"Rogue (wakeup music)
Scott (totally dense)
Jean (tick)
Kurt (tick)
Amanda (she's with Kurt)
Duncan Matthews (jerk)
Graydon Creed (jerk's lieutenant)
Amara (snob)
Hubert Hughes (tick)
Lance (always Lance)
Todd (he smells)
Ray (just plain nasty)
Pietro (HATE him)
Tabitha (bitchy little slut)"
Kitty twiddled her pencil. That'd like, do for now. She'd compile a
bigger list for tomorrow.
Revenge was never so much fun.
Hubert Hughes giggled to himself as he hacked into some top security
computers. He made sure he was deliberately sloppy so that he'd get
caught.
"Intruder; Identify yourself," said the popup window.
Shyeah. Like anybody actually *fell* for that...
Hubert typed in, "My name is Lance Alvers and I live at the Bayville
Brotherhood boarding house. Give me money and I'll go away."
"Stay where you are," said the popup. "There will be a full
investigation."
Hubert logged off and ran for cover. And if *that* didn't work, he'd
try some credit card fraud.
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ow..." Kurt removed the umpteenth Q-tip from his ear. It
came out red.
"That blood?" said Amanda.
Kurt sniffed. "Nein. Tomato sauce -er- ketchup."
"So are you gonna be okay?"
"I'll let you know when my ear stops ringing," he reached for another
Q-tip. "Ow... That *hurt*."
"Aw, my poor li'l elf," Amanda cooed, cleaning sauce out of his hair.
Kurt worked his jaw. Only he could hear the snapping and popping in
his right ear. "Ach. I thought she was over you and I. Guess I was
wrong."
Amanda had to smile. "Guess I'll have to be careful when opening my
locker, huh?"
"Sidestepping would be very useful," said Kurt as he removed another
Q-tip. "Uh oh."
"Uh oh, what?"
"*That's* blood..."
"I'm 'phoning the Institute."
Kitty hid behind her locker door and watched Scott turning his
combination. _C'mon you big dope, quit chatting with Tarren and like,
open the damn door!_
Scott, meanwhile, dawdled as the lock came undone and, {Pbpbpbpblth!},
Tarren was covered in the stuff instead of Scott.
_Okay, call that half points._
"*Half* points?" said Jean.
_Oops._
Behind her, Duncan Matthews openned his locker and got a faceful of
noodles.
"THAT WAGNER KID IS GONNA *DIE*!!"
"By the way," said Jean. "The Professor just told me that the little
'surprise package' you put in Kurt's locker could have damaged his
eardrum. They're going to have to check to make sure he hasn't lost
hearing or balance."
Kitty swallowed. "I thought he'd like, duck."
"You're lucky he wasn't facing the locker full on, Kitty," said Jean.
"If it had hit him face on, he could have been *killed*."
"Waitasecond," said Matthews. "*This* is the little creep that's been
doing the noodle bombs?" He would have been fierce if it wasn't for the
dripping noodles and sauce.
"Relax, Duncan," said Jean. "She's already grounded until further
notice. *And* she's going to be paying for all damages."
"Yeah," Kitty improvised. "Like, send me the bill."
Dark men in serious suits had gathered near his locker.
"I didn't do anything," said Lance out of pure instinct.
"Lance Alvers of the Brotherhood Boarding house?" said one of the
MiBs.
He sighed. "Yeah."
"We're investigating a criminal and illegal entry of some secured
computers. Though we do not believe that you, personally, are involved,
we must investigate all leads. Unlock your locker, please."
Lance twirled the combination. "Look, I'm all for co-operation and
everything, but I haven't got a flying clue about what's going on you
know?"
"Step aside from your locker, sir?" said the other MiB.
"You might wanna be careful when you're opening--"
{Pbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpblth!}
"--that." He grinned at the sight of noodles covering someone else for
a change. "I've been having a little girlfriend trouble."
And then the stink bomb went off.