Yawn. {I really did yawn seriously}. Yeah I haven't been on of several days. Four words. SCHOOL and FIELD HOCKEY. I'm in the 7th grade now and it's like UGH! {Wanting to rip hair out}. Here's the chapter. Laters suckers! {You guys aren't suckers I just say that to get people annoyed. Laughs}.

Jack's POV:

Me and Kim walk down to an empty hallway in the large school. We have to hurry before the bell rings. It's lunch time so we got at least 20 minutes.

"Why do I have to do it?"

"Because you know she still likes you so just do what we rehearsed."

"Why can't Jerry do it?"

She turns on her heel turning to me.

"He has a smaller IQ than a lays chip! How do you think he could do this?"

She says pointing to the lined paper we wrote the plan on.

"I just think he can pull off liking Donna. No one likes Donna!"

I hear my voice echo through the silent halls of the high school. Kim holds the paper by her arm against her side. She walks up to me and adjusts my tight white shirt showing how ripped I am. I don't see why girls fall to my feet. I know they love how I look but I really never got to know them. I feel like I can get to know Kim better than those other girls. She makes my shirt go down to the top of my thighs making my abs show even more than before. She steps back and examines me up and down.

"Turn."

"What?"

She looks at me directly in my eyes.

"Turn."

She points right my way.

I roll my eyes and turn right my left arm facing her. She walks around me in a circle eyeing me up and down like I'm a criminal. She stops in front of me.

"Put your hair in your eyes."

"Why?"

She walks up to me and reaches up on her tippy toes to get [almost] to my level. She ruffles my hair making my bangs fall in front of my eyes. She makes distance between us looking at me up and down. She gives a small nod in satisfaction.

"Now."

She paces in front of me like I'm in the army. She is taking this way too far.

"I sent her a text on your phone that says meet me by the janitor's closet got it?"

"Yeah."

I brush the bangs out of my eyes. Kim ruffles my hair again and keeps pacing.

"You will make out with her…..

I stop her from walking by blocking her with my arm. I pull her back and put her in front of me. I hold her shoulders.

"I know the plan Kimmy."

She smiles.

"But what about that make out scene with Donna?"

"I'll pretend it's you instead of her."

I kiss her on the forehead. She smiles again. She gives me a walkie talkie just in case anything goes wrong. I shove it in my back pocket. Kim goes to her hiding place pretty close to the janitor's closet which is right across from the lunchroom. I walk over to the janitor's closet and walk in. Luckily he isn't in here. I grab the bucket of slime by the handle that me and Kim hid in here. I walk out and put the bucket of slime on the top of the janitor's door. This is going be awesome. I hear large click clanks from the hall close by. I lean against the wall by the janitor's closet. Donna comes around the corner stopping in her tracks.

"What?"

She gives me a look.

"Can't I just see the girl I'm in love with?"

This is killing me inside. She puts her hands on her hips.

"Finally you came to your senses and dumped that bag of garbage."

I shove my hands in my pockets. She mumbles under her breath.

"Ass."

"I know I was an ass Donna. Take me back?"

She walks up to me.

"Only because randy is still being asshole and I haven't had sex in three days….

She smacks a long disgusting kiss on my lips. It's like kissing a cougar except her lips are covered in dark red sticky lip gloss.

"…..Come with me."

She walks over to the janitor's closet door. I step back not wanting slime to get on me. She shoves the door open. A gallon of slime pours all over her. The bucket falls on her head also. At the same time the bell rings and other classmates walk out of the lunchroom. They notice Donna right when they walk out and they get out their phones to record Donna getting embarrassed by some of her friends, jocks, boys she had sex with and people who got embarrassed because of her. She takes off the bucket throwing it down the hall, she screams like a banshee. Her yell echoes through the school bouncing off the walls and back to my eardrums. They point and laugh. She runs away leaving slime puddles behind her. Well this went well.

Kim's POV:

I turn on my camera to get this on video. I click the record button. I peek around the corner videotaping this. Jack is doing what we practiced. She smacks a huge disgusting kiss on his lips. I'm going to be so happy when she gets embarrassed. She shoves the janitor's door open. The slime and the bucket fall on her head. The bell rings and some other students who got embarrassed because of her, jocks, her friends, people she had sex with and the people who got embarrassed because of her. She screams loudly like a girl in those horror movies. She runs down another hallway leaving those students with pictures and videos of her. I smile for victory. Why do I feel so guilty?

Jack's POV:

The second bell rings telling us we have about ten minutes to get to class. The students scatter in different directions going to their lockers. I walk over to Kim's 'hiding' place where she was recording the video. She is leaning against the wall by her head looking at the floor. I lean against the wall with her. I make a deep voice joking around with her.

"Aw. Why so sad?"

She looks up at me.

"Not in the mood."

I cough.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Why aren't you happy?"

She leans her arm against the wall.

"Did you see Donna?"

I smirk.

"Yeah she does not look good in lime green."

Kim whacks me on the shoulder.

"No I meant didn't you see her crying?"

"Is this a girl's thing because…."

She stops me.

"No it's not a girl thing. I'm going to find Donna."

"I'm coming with you."

"Why?"

"I'd would rather see what Donna's issue is than listen to Mr. Smith about his social issues."

Kim's POV:

I roll my eyes at that comment. We follow the small puddles of slime to the girl's bathroom. I press my ear against the door. I little cries and whimpers. I turn to Jack.

"Okay come on."

I push the door open. He stops me by blocking my path. I look at him.

"What now?"

"I'm not going in there."

"Why not?"

He points to the sign 'Girl's Restroom'. He acts like such a baby sometimes.

"Just come on."

I pull on his wrist. We walk into the dimmed restroom.

"Donna?"