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Chapter Seven: Revenge
Tyler James Downs was royally pissed. Not only had he gotten arrested for the second time on campus in two weeks- both because of that stupid ex of his, Kristi- he had been OUTSMARTED by that piece of fluff she had for a roommate. He considered many a dark way of getting back at Helga during his walk up the road from Public Safety to Oxford Hall- but they were all too tame, too mild. Someone needed to put that girl in her place.
With that thought, a new plan formed in his angered mind. He grinned wickedly at as the plot unfolded behind his eyes.
'It's perfect,' he thought. 'Beautiful and perfect.' He entered Oxford and was stopped by the RD, Heather.
"I need to speak to you, Tyler," she squeaked. He looked down with disdain. He would think of her as a woman were it not for her squeaky voice, tiny stature, buck teeth and huge glasses that made her resemble a gopher. "Public Safety notified me that you've been taken in again."
"Yeah, it was just-" She interrupted here- something Tyler detested.
"I don't care what it 'just' was. We have a three strike policy on campus. You've already been arrested twice since the semester began. Once more and you'll have to move off campus, because I certainly won't want to deal with you." She looked over her glasses at him.
"I'll keep that in mind," he answered in a "look at me caring about it" tone. She sniffed loudly- 'clearing the dirt from her nose,' he thought in a voice reminiscent of the Crocodile Hunter's, and fought the need to laugh at his own joke- then returned to the apartment she'd departed from. When he was sure her door was shut, he muttered, "Crikey, she's a snapper!" He headed up the stairs, two at a time, to his room in 3 East, where his roommate Adam was listening to music while he did his homework.
"Adam!" he said, a little louder than he had meant to. Adam removed his headphones and waited for Tyler to finish what he had to say. 'Just the kind of help I need- no questions asked, just shuts up and listens,' he thought. "Who's got beer? I need to plan a surprise, and I'll need a buzz to do it."
"Jeff in 316 just brought a 24-pack of Coors back," Adam replied. His last name was Westley, but everyone called him "Weasel"- and with good reason: He had dark, beady eyes, a pointed face, and always knew where the best of the best pleasures could be found on campus. "But you're on better terms with Mike in 318, and he has Budweiser. Your pick." With that, he returned to his work.
"Thanks, buddy," Tyler responded, heading down the hall to 318. He didn't like Bud as well as he liked Coors, but beggars can't be choosers. He knocked on Mike's door, which promptly opened.
"Hey, Ty- I didn't expect you back so soon. Tough luck getting caught at Hilltop," Mike said by way of greeting.
"Hey, Mike, I wanted to buy five cans of beer off ya. Whaddya say?"
"What's your bid?"
"Ten if they're cold."
"You're in luck, then." He opened his fridge and pulled out a six-pack. "Sixth's on the house."
"Thanks, man. I owe you one."
"Nah- you got those P.S. bastards off my back when I was taking the heat for supplying minors." He laughed. "I'll miss Greg, though." Greg HAD been Mike's roommate, but Mike and Tyler had set him up to take the fall for Mike's "supplying", along with possession of marijuana with intent to distribute. Needless to say, Greg hadn't been seen on campus since the bust. "So we're even."
"Cool, man, thanks." He handed over the ten, then headed back to his room, where he promptly drank two beers, microwaved some leftover pizza, and put the TV on Comedy Central. Six would definitely be enough to help him scheme.
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Time to hear from your favorite! I'm saddened by the fact that the number of chapters is about to exceed the number of reviews I have, but I will survive. Review and make me happy!
THREE CHAPTERS OF ARNOLD AND HELGA LOVE DRAMA TO MAKE US ALL HAPPY AND FIDGETY! Read chapter eight, The Orchid, and drown in the sweet waters of "will they or won't they"! LUVS! -PopStarOE
I don't own HA, though I WILL own your soul if you steal my characters. *fire spews from her mouth* ...Thanks to Queen Artemis, AC, cassbball9797, and RuffMaster for reviewing since my last acknowledgement of you guys. Now, on with the story!
Chapter Seven: Revenge
Tyler James Downs was royally pissed. Not only had he gotten arrested for the second time on campus in two weeks- both because of that stupid ex of his, Kristi- he had been OUTSMARTED by that piece of fluff she had for a roommate. He considered many a dark way of getting back at Helga during his walk up the road from Public Safety to Oxford Hall- but they were all too tame, too mild. Someone needed to put that girl in her place.
With that thought, a new plan formed in his angered mind. He grinned wickedly at as the plot unfolded behind his eyes.
'It's perfect,' he thought. 'Beautiful and perfect.' He entered Oxford and was stopped by the RD, Heather.
"I need to speak to you, Tyler," she squeaked. He looked down with disdain. He would think of her as a woman were it not for her squeaky voice, tiny stature, buck teeth and huge glasses that made her resemble a gopher. "Public Safety notified me that you've been taken in again."
"Yeah, it was just-" She interrupted here- something Tyler detested.
"I don't care what it 'just' was. We have a three strike policy on campus. You've already been arrested twice since the semester began. Once more and you'll have to move off campus, because I certainly won't want to deal with you." She looked over her glasses at him.
"I'll keep that in mind," he answered in a "look at me caring about it" tone. She sniffed loudly- 'clearing the dirt from her nose,' he thought in a voice reminiscent of the Crocodile Hunter's, and fought the need to laugh at his own joke- then returned to the apartment she'd departed from. When he was sure her door was shut, he muttered, "Crikey, she's a snapper!" He headed up the stairs, two at a time, to his room in 3 East, where his roommate Adam was listening to music while he did his homework.
"Adam!" he said, a little louder than he had meant to. Adam removed his headphones and waited for Tyler to finish what he had to say. 'Just the kind of help I need- no questions asked, just shuts up and listens,' he thought. "Who's got beer? I need to plan a surprise, and I'll need a buzz to do it."
"Jeff in 316 just brought a 24-pack of Coors back," Adam replied. His last name was Westley, but everyone called him "Weasel"- and with good reason: He had dark, beady eyes, a pointed face, and always knew where the best of the best pleasures could be found on campus. "But you're on better terms with Mike in 318, and he has Budweiser. Your pick." With that, he returned to his work.
"Thanks, buddy," Tyler responded, heading down the hall to 318. He didn't like Bud as well as he liked Coors, but beggars can't be choosers. He knocked on Mike's door, which promptly opened.
"Hey, Ty- I didn't expect you back so soon. Tough luck getting caught at Hilltop," Mike said by way of greeting.
"Hey, Mike, I wanted to buy five cans of beer off ya. Whaddya say?"
"What's your bid?"
"Ten if they're cold."
"You're in luck, then." He opened his fridge and pulled out a six-pack. "Sixth's on the house."
"Thanks, man. I owe you one."
"Nah- you got those P.S. bastards off my back when I was taking the heat for supplying minors." He laughed. "I'll miss Greg, though." Greg HAD been Mike's roommate, but Mike and Tyler had set him up to take the fall for Mike's "supplying", along with possession of marijuana with intent to distribute. Needless to say, Greg hadn't been seen on campus since the bust. "So we're even."
"Cool, man, thanks." He handed over the ten, then headed back to his room, where he promptly drank two beers, microwaved some leftover pizza, and put the TV on Comedy Central. Six would definitely be enough to help him scheme.
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Time to hear from your favorite! I'm saddened by the fact that the number of chapters is about to exceed the number of reviews I have, but I will survive. Review and make me happy!
THREE CHAPTERS OF ARNOLD AND HELGA LOVE DRAMA TO MAKE US ALL HAPPY AND FIDGETY! Read chapter eight, The Orchid, and drown in the sweet waters of "will they or won't they"! LUVS! -PopStarOE