The girls made their way to the locker room to clean up. When they knocked on the door, they became very impatient. It seemed like forever until the janitor opened the door for them.
"Thanks for not taking your time or anything." Ginger sneered, pushing her way through the door. Bridgette tried to do the same as her sister despite the look on his face. She guessed it had been the blood that shocked him. "Sorry." She said instead. She walked by and sat next to Ginger. They both took a wet rag to wipe the blood off. The janitor was still there, and making Bridgette feel uncomfortable. When Ginger sensed this, she went ballistic.
"Would you get the fuck outta here? This is a girls locker room you creep! Get out!" She yelled at him.
"Ginger…" Bridgette always started but never finished. He did leave, a scared expression on his face. Ginger was so over protective of her little sister. And if Bridgette looked like she was in danger in anyway, then Ginger would be all over it. Sometimes Bridgette thought she goes too far.
"Ginger, you have been acting like a medieval version of Pamela." She made the observation a little too fast for her own good.
"I am just looking out for you! You want perverts looking at you? Huh? Or bitches like Trina pushing you around?" Ginger snapped
"No, I just think that maybe you should calm down, that is all."
"I could kill her. You want me to kill her for you?" Ginger asked, hopping she would agree, more for her own revenge than Bridgette's. Bridgette did try to think reasonably when she could, but Trina had pissed her off, which can do wonders for a person.
"Really? How about torture?" As soon as Bridgette said that, Ginger was pleased.
"Anything you want." Ginger said smiling. Now that Ginger's mood was changed, Bridgette went on.
"We could lock her in the shed and watch her grow more and more miserable." Ginger just sat and listened. She knew Bridgette would go on forever if she could. And that was exactly what Ginger wanted her to do. The more fantasies Bridgette shared out loud, the more actual, and realistic ideas Ginger would get.
She listened and she listened, but Ginger couldn't do anything not over the top, such as actually killing Trina, with the ideas coming to her from Bridgette. Ginger was thinking about it so hard that she missed a few of the things that Bridgette had mentioned. They were walking out of the gym and sat on the curb.
"Or…." Bridgette said catching Ginger's attention. Bridgette looked at Trina for a second, then at her companion. "…She has that dog. We could kidnap it and make it look like it was eaten by the Beast of Bailey Downs. We have all that blood and fake guts from the project."
"Yea, that's wicked, let's do it." Ginger Smiled…This was the best idea yet. They both see a yellow van pull up in the parking lot.
"She screws a drug dealer….She's begging for negative attention" Ginger said astonished.
"Sam…" Bridgette muttered under her breath. She wasn't allowed to…but she had a minor crush on the boy.
"What?" Ginger asked.
"Uh…" Bridgette needed to keep her sanity… she tried to think of an excuse, anything. She knew Ginger wouldn't settle for a 'nothing'.
"I just thought that maybe we could try some? I mean think about it..is there any sneakier way to get what we want?" Bridgette tried to read Ginger's face. She was defiantly at least thinking about her response.
"How would this benefit us at all?" Ginger said squinting her eyes a little bit.
"Because, if buying drugs gets a reaction out of Trina…and plus, look at how she looks and talks to him. I mean if she saw us even sitting here even noticing him, what would she think? What would she do?"
"You want to use jealousy to get back at her?" Ginger said with a slight tone.
"No. I want to use jealousy to get her a little prepared, for what's coming up. It's only a start." Bridgette said, hopping she had covered her big mouthed mistake.
"I don't know, maybe. But either way, I think getting some drugs might be your best idea yet." Ginger said with a malicious smile.