"Ultimate pay back is now is motion." Eli said, new shirt on, and ruined one stuffed in his backpack, as he slid into his cafeteria seat. Clare once again rolled her eyes, and Adam sat a little straighter eager to hear the sadistic boys plans.
"What've you go in mind?" Adam replied.
"Well I was thinking something that would ruin him in this school. Something that's an oldie but a goodie." Eli smirked, messing with a small thread at the bottom of his shirt.
"What about a water balloon full of pee?" Adam laughed, Eli snorted, and Clare scrunched her nose up, and continued to eat her perfectly sliced carrots.
"Nah, it just doesn't seem good enough. I want something that screams pay back."
"Eli, it was just a shirt. You can always buy another one." Clare said calmly, trying to smooth over the situation.
"Just a shirt? Clare, you're telling me it was just a shirt?" Eli looked like he could include her in his revenge plan, and Clare coward a bit in her seat. "It was an original Dead Hands T-Shirt!" But of course Clare had no idea what that meant.
"I'm sorry Eli, when you put it that way, it makes Fitz looking like an idiot with his pants down sound completely reasonable." She huffed in her seat, picking at the forgotten carrot.
"That's it! Clare you're a genius!" With one last sadistic smirk, Eli leapt from the table and dashed out of the caf.
"Oh dear. What've I done?" Clare dropped her head in her hands.
The next day Fitz strutted up to the school steps, baggy pants and hoodie jacket adorned his body as usual.
"Hey Fitzy!" Eli yelled, slapping Fitz on the back as he popped up from behind the teller teen. "Lets be friends and just end this stupid feud." Eli stuck his hand out for Fitz to take, looking all sincere in his offer.
"Whatever you say emo boy." Fitz grabbed his hand to shake, just as Eli slapped on a pair of handcuffs. "What the hell do you think you're doing." By some power that was probably nothing short of a mischievous angel helping him, Eli managed to get Fitz's other hand around the flag pole, and firmly secured in the other cuff, restraining him in place.
"Or, on second thought I could do this!" Eli firmly pulled Fitz's baggy jeans down, fully exposing white and orange poka dotted boxers. "And now smile for the anti-grape vine!" Eli pulled out a video camera and started recording Fitz who was having a difficult time trying to pick up his pants as he was bound to the pole.
"You're a dead man Goldsworthy! You hear me!" Everyone gathered around to see Fitz in such a horrible position. As Clare and Adam strolled up to school, they knew almost immediately that Eli had struck. Clare groaned and walked up to see a poka dotted Fitz glaring daggers at everyone.
"Well I didnt think he was the poka dots type." Adam exclaimed as he took the camera from Eli and started to get more angles of Fitz, as everyone continued to gather and laugh at what Eli exclaimed was "The village idiot."