A/N: Okay, I'm not really sure what the title of this one-shot has to do with the plot besides it being in Harold's POV. I should have saved this for a better letter like R, or I(for reasons you will soon see), but I had the idea on my brain, and didn't want to forget about, so I just made this up for letter G! Oh, and I beilieve this is the longest chapter so far...I really didn't notice that until I finished. Haha, remember R&R and enjoy!

~ApPeA2rEaSoN

Gosh!

(Harold's POV)

"Gahh!" I screamed as heap after heap of garbage fell on to me the second I walked out of my cabin door. Now covered head to toe in trash I panicked trying to shake as much of it out of my hair as possible, until I heard very familiar, uncontrollable laughter on the opposite side of the camp grounds. "Idiots..."I hissed in the direction of two very out of breath, but amused unintellectual team mates who had nothing better to do, but make my life hell on this show. I stomped over towards them still trying to while off the tons of remaining trash that coated by body.

"Hahahaha, dude, I sooo didn't think that was going to work...but you we're totally right!" The blonde wannabee cowboy laughed.

"I told you man, never underestimate-hahaha, my ideas." The immature punk, my least favorite person in this game said high-fiving Geoff. Once I approached them I threw on my most intimidating face trying to hide that I was a bit nervous inside.

"What. The. Hell?" I spat at them.

"Excuse me?" Geoff asked still laughing.

"Ugh! You guys are so immature! You're going to regret this. Quake mortals!" I said before dashing off towards the communal bathrooms.

"'Quake mortals!'" I heard them mock as I stormed off.

"What the fuck is this: World of Warcraft?"

"What a loser..." I'll show them to mess with me. I thought as I walked into one of the showers, turning it on, and stormed up any ideas of revenged I could plot.

It was around dinner time when my full revenge scheme had finally set into motion, and though it took every fiber of my being to complete, and almost all my energy I had. I had a feeling it was about to be very worth it. This would show those two immature idiots to continue screwing with me.

Everyone was walking towards the mess hall for dinner as I stood by the front door of the communal stalls awaiting the cue that would humiliate those two fools, and potentially murder me once they found out who was behind it the whole time.

That was when in the distance I heard:

"Dude, that sucks for you." Geoff teased.

"Yah man, tell me about it...how the fuck do you get covered in oil at the beach?"

"Well, think about it dude, this is Camp Wawanakwa. The beach can't be all that clean. Haha, unless you think it's karma paying you back for that prank you pulled on Harold earlier."

"If it were karama, which it wasn't then wouldn't you be covered in oil too dumb ass?"

"Oh, yeah...I guess you've got a point bro."

"Of course I do. Look man, I'm gonna take a shower. I'll meet up with you when I'm done okay?" And there was my cue.

"Alright dude, but don't expect me to save you any grub for being late." I managed to hear Geoff mutter as I dashed into the bathroom, turning on two of the three available stalls, and in the one that was currently 'unoccupied' I placed a simple bottle of shampoo on the holder. Once I had finished my first task as quickly as I could I dashed to the communal doors to only run into Duncan.

"Watch it dweeb." He warned as we collided.

"Gosh," I muttered not looking him in the eye. "Why don't you?"

"Whatever," he spat shoving me out of the way, and making his was to the only available shower. Phase 1: complete. I grinned and walked out quickly making my way to the Bass cabin.

Once I reached the cabin door I entered pulling out my fire ant farm out from under my bed, spotting Duncan's clothes already laid out for him once he returned from the shower, and picked up his boxers (being the last thing in the world that I'd want to do, but right now I was on a revenge streak, and couldn't care less), and dumped the ants into them.

"You have served me well over the years fellas. Now it's your time to prove your loyalty to me. I salute you!" I told the ants as they crawled group by group into his undergarments.

Quickly, I picked up all signs of evidence, and threw it back under my bunk, grabbing a large bottle of sun screen, running outside, and hiding on the side of the cabin once I saw the annoying punk appear from the doors of the bathroom looking beyond pissed. I couldn't help, but to laugh at him not because he was muttering my death under his breath, but because his once black and green hair was now a bright shade of pink. Yeah, that's right never mess with a chem nerd.

"Mother fucker..." he mumbled under his breath as stomped up the front steps, swinging the front door open, and slamming it closed behind him. I quickly ran up the steps, and squirted the sun screen over every inch of each step. I then attempted to hop the railing to further myself from any injuries, and once successful I double-checked the room making sure there was still a large container set up there, and rope attached to it.

Once everything was in place I moved to my station on the side of the cabin, so I couldn't be spotted, and waited no longer than twenty seconds for Duncan to come running out screaming, cussing, and swatting at his boxers unaware of the steps, and slipping, falling down them, which was where I came in tugging on the rope, and unleashing what seemed like gallons of hot oatmeal pouring on top of him.

He yelled at the top of his lungs threatening to kill me once he found me, which was my cue to take off towards the mess hall where part to of plan should have already been set into motion.

I opened the doors to the mess hall just in time to see Geoff shaking a ketchup bottle that I had earlier rigged with baking soda, and again, if you when a chem freak you would know: ketchup had vinegar in it, therefor vinegar + baking soda = well, a rather large explosion. His hat blew off, and his face was now covered in a red massacre.

"Ahh!" He screamed as everyone of the Killer Bass retreated from the table and moved towards the opposing wall the was near. Geoff immediately got up, and rushed over to the sink, turning it on to rinse his face, but to only scream even louder once he found out I had replaced the water in the sink with habanero pepper sauce.

He screamed explaining how his eyes were burning, backing up towards the table, tripping over the stools and a small unnoticeable wire I placed there, setting it off, and releasing yet another container above him as he fell on to the table breaking it, again my fault, and then being covered in oil. The same oil his mastermind buddy was covered in earlier, and just like his now unfortunate friend he was screaming at the top of his lungs, but this time completely clueless as to who did this. Everyone that inhabited the cafeteria had cracked up. Pointing a laughing at Geoff's misfortune even his little love interest, Bridgette couldn't help, but to chuckle.

I smiled to myself proud that I put these two in their misery, but then it hit me. What was I going to do once they'd team up, and seek revenge on me? Because we knew that Duncan would stop at nothing to bring me down, and once Geoff was in on it he would feel the same. That was when I took off running out of the mess hall unnoticed, making sure to keep an eye out for Duncan now that I was outside, once I couldn't spot him I ran into the bathroom, locking myself into one of the stalls, pulling my feet up so I couldn't be seen, and sighed. Why didn't I think this through better?

A/N: Well, there you go. I thought it would be interesting to write a mean side to Harold. Haha, too bad he's completely incompetent of thinking things through. I hope ya'll enjoyed, and again, I plan on having something new up in the next day. Review! Thanks. ^-^