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Chapter 21 - Aftermath

Bryce's POV

I groaned as the early morning light streamed into the window , soothed by the realisation that it was Sunday , which meant I could catch up on the sleep I was deprived of last night thanks to that stupid fat boy shooting me (Tad and I agreed never to speak of it again) . Shortly after the clock hit eleven o clock , I managed to yank myself from the bed and to the shower .

Once the hot water revived me from my zombie-like state of sleepiness , a blood-curdling scream made me wish I hadn't woke up as I ran across to Bif's room .

Inside the room was my red haired friend , his horrified face covered with various obscenities , including various swear words and worst of all , the words "I love you ,Bryce" across his forehead .
"Something you wanted to tell me , Bif?" I smirked , reading the other words , most of which were remarkably rude .He turned to me , glaring .
"You haven't looked in mirror today ,have you ?" he countered , a cruel , contemptuous expression on his vandalised face .At his words , I ran into the nearest bathroom to discover my own perfect face had been grafitied on .
"How do I get it off?" I shrieked to Bif , utterly horrified . I was visiting my parents today ; how was I going to explain why I had a phallus painted on cheek and a confession of love for Bif plastered on my forehead ?
"It won't - I've tried everything!" Bif shouted , filling me with dread .

After about an hour and a half of scrubbing , I realised that Bif was right . After an initial panic , I decided I would simply get dressed and run to one of the cosmetic stores in town . "There will be something to cover it up ." I soothed myself , pulling an Aquaberry vest out of my drawer .

To my absolute shock , the pristine vest was now a purple , tie dyed monstrosity . Consequently , I chucked it on the floor and pulled out another .

The second vest was also tie dyed . As was the third.

And the fourth.

Johnny's POV

"Did you hear something?" I asked , hoping my mind wasn't playing tricks on me . I was almost certain that I heard a faint , far away shriek . "I don't think so." Hal shrugged , adding the final touches to his bike before standing up with a grin .He paused briefly . "Actually , I think someone might be at the door" he considered , a remarkably quiet tapping meeting my ears once he'd stopped talking . Sure enough , Beatrice was on the other side of the door with a paper bag and a huge grin .
"Hello . I thought you might want to know I've just heard screaming from Harrington House , so I'm guessing that our overpriviledged friends have discovered our antics from last night . Also , my friends asked me to bring you these " she explained , holding ot the paper bag like a jeweller holds an expensive necklace ."It's the bike chains they and your friends stole from the preps . We haven't got much use for them .
"That's great . Any ideas who was screaming?" I enquired .
"No pretentious fake accent , so I'm guessing Bif ." she grinned , the victory in her cornflower blue eyes lighting up her face . Her spots were starting to clear up very slightly (perhaps from all the fresh air she got the previous night?) , so the overall effect was quite nice once you got past the humongous glasses .
"Good . Thanks for the chains ." I smiled .
"No problem ; it's not like we could do much with them . By the way , how's the hand?" she asked , the slightest hint of concern in her voice as she eyed my fist .
"It's fine ,thanks . It wasn't broken ." . she smiled very slightly before muttering "Ok . Goodbye ."
"See you . Tell Algie I said "Well Done." ,by the way - I don't think I'll ever forget the trust fund turd's face." I requested .She nodded before turning on her heels and running off , nearly falling flat on her face several times before she left sight .
"What happened to your hand , Johnny?" Hal asked , having apparently listened to the entire conversation .
"Nothing." I answered quickly . Hal put his hands on his hips in a slightly feminine manner . With his disapproving frown , he looked a bit like my mother ( though luckily this is where the similarity ended ; my mother would kill me in cold blood if I told her she looked like a teenage boy).
"You punched the wall again , didn't you ?"

Beatrice's POV

The day flew by in a blur of laughter , chocolate (courtesy of Bucky ; apparently when he was in hospital we went a bit overboard on the gifts) and watching as Bif tried to use his bike and not moving at all thanks to his now absent chain (from behind bushes , of course - we didn't have a death wish) .

The next day sadly was a different matter entirely . Even the weather seemed angry at us ; the rain smacked the ground outside like millions of tiny bullets whilst the thunder roared with rage . However , our mood completely contrasted the violent weather ; still slightly drunk on adrenaline , we let the hours drift by in the library.

The quiet bliss was disrupted at about four o clock by frantic , furious footsteps bounding through the library .
"Hello Taylor." I stated , hiding my delight at the sight of the prep wearing my handiwork , which wasn't helped by the brilliant comments drawn all over his face .He , on the other hand , was not nearly as amused as I was .
"How dare you." he whispered darkly , with an expression that suggested he wanted to tear every one of us limb from puny limb "With all due respect ,amigo,what makes you think we had anything to do with ... whatever seems to have happened ?" asked Earnest , who deserved an oscar for the childish guiltlessness he displayed at this point in time .
"Don't you dare play innocent with me, pauper ; Bryce told me you were egging Harrington House last night . So it's not a huge leap to assume you were responsible for this." he accused , pointing at his henna stained face and an aquaberry shirt that the music teacher would love .
"That's a huge leap; what proof have you got that we did this?" Earnest demanded ,standing up to look the brute in the eye , despite being a good few inches flailed around a bit , searching for some scrap of evidence with as much success as Dr Watts has avoiding Edna.
"Fine." He threatened . "Maybe I can't proove it, but I know you boys had a part in it I don't know why or how you did it , but I know I was you , and I swear I will get you for this!" . With a final look of disgust , he swaggered off .

"Do you think he was serious ?" I wondered aloud , staring warily at the door .Earnest shook his head .
"Probably not - he was probably just going to scare us . He can't really get us without any proof."