"This feud needs to end!" Clare hissed as Fitz walked by the trio's lockers, glaring death at Eli.
"Oh I'll end it alright, but it'll be at HIS expense." the dark sense of humor boy smirked.
"Eli!" Clare moaned. "Why can't you be the bigger person?"
"Are you making fun of the height difference? Cause the extra altitude doesn't give him an advantage."
Adam spit out the soda he had been sipping on, choosing to remain silent until then.
"Eli! Stop making light of this! Someone's going to take it too far and end up hurt!" Why couldn't Eli see all the logic in what she was telling him? All the facts were there, he just had to man up and tell Fitz the fight was over.
"Yea, better listen to your little girlfriend emo bird boy!" Fitz shouted from a small distance down the hall.
"What's he talking about "bird boy"?" Adam asked, looking from Clare to Eli, puzzled look in place.
"You see, you got him talking in all crazy cryptic messages. Bird boy could mean anything to him Eli, for all we know, it means dead boy in a ditch!" Eli snorted a little at how much Clare had read into the new name, but the smirk was lost when he saw the serious worry in her eyes.
Eli sighed and turned to undo his lock on his locker door, and as soon as it was off the door practically swing open, items falling out.
"Oh. My. God." Was all Adam could say. Everything that had once been housed in Elis locker was now gone. No longer was the door cluttered with dead hand pictures, and other such bands. No longer was there a noose and skeleton hanging from the back hook. No, now all that littered his locker was various items from...Sesame Street.
Elis eye twitched as he saw the countless Big Bird pictures on the door. And several of the plush dolls had fallen out when the locker was opened. Fitz was a dead man, and Eli was gonna be the one to kill him.
"Uh-oh, looks like the emo bird is becoming a coo-coo bird!" Fitz and a large group of his friends cackled evilly as the walked down the hallway making loud bird noises.
Oh yes, Fitz would die a slow death.