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D is for delightful
And try and keep your trousers on
I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare
D is for...
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"That means nothing, moron." Victor said as Garfield recounted his emails form Rachael.
"What are you talking about? This totally means something!"
"Gar. She blatantly called you a moron. And she didn't even reply to your last email!" Victor replied.
"That can mean anything." Garfield responded, indignant. After all, he did NOT want to lose that bet. Before Victor had another chance to talk, though, a lanky, pale boy with greasy black hair, dark bags and almost reddish eyes passed by them. His name was Doug, and from the rumors that were swirling around him, he was apparently schizophrenic. He was rambling, as usual, and had on that filthy white jacket he wore every day.
"Walk faster. Walk faster! Do not make eye contact." Garfield hissed in Victor's ear.
"I kinda feel bad for him, don't you?" Victor whispered.
"I feel bad that his stench is polluting the entire school." Garfield whispered back.
"You're worse than Rachael, you know that man?" Victor sighed, readjusting the straps on his backpack.
"Psh. Sure. 'Cept everyone loves me." Garfield said, defending himself.
"...Suuuuuure. Let's go with that one." Victor laughed as they stopped in front of his locker.
"You're lucky you're my buddy, you know that?"
"'Buddy'? Jeez man, what's wrong with you?" Victor laughed as he unlocked his green locker.
"You're so funny." Garfield said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at his friend.
"Thanks dude." Victor replied, unfazed. On the other side of the school, Rachael was at Kori's locker, staring at the abyss that was her friend's locker. A photo of her, Rachael and their other friends, Jenny and Karen, was tacked onto the door of the locker, along with other pictures of her and Rachael over the years. There was one from Halloween eight years ago (Rachael was a witch, Kori was an alien) one of them at their first school dance (Rachael looking unhappy, and Kori pretending that she wasn't) one was a picture of them on last year's field trip (Rachael was soaked from an incident she made Kori swear never to tell again.) and the last one a picture of two (Rachael included) smiling in front of the school. That one was taken during freshman year.
"Something is seriously up." Rachael said as Kori unzipped her backpack.
"While I do agree I think it would be best if you would stop thinking about it." Kori advised, neatly packing her books into her locker.
"I know it's just...I want to be able to get revenge for once." Rachael said, biting into an apple.
"But what if he is not up to something?" Kori sighed, closing her locker.
"Impossible; that moron is always up to something." Rachael replied, narrowing her eyes.
"Rachael, I loathe Garfield as much as you, but he seems as if he is trying to be nice."
"Right. Which means he's up to something." Rachael continued, walking into the classroom. Kori was the one to groan this time at her friend's paranoia.
"You are not getting it!" The upbeat girl said in paranoia.
"I think you're not getting it; He's. Up. To. Something." Rachael said slowly as she took her seat
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"You're paranoid." Jenny scoffed. Jenny Johnson was a skinny, pale girl with bright pink cropped hair. She wasn't one to take shit from anybody and often intimidated the people she met. Today she was wearing a black turtle neck, purple jeans and black combat boots. She wore pink blush on her face and her violet eyes were full of mischief.
"No I'm not." Rachael said defensively.
"Look, I never agree with the girl, but Jenny's right; get over it." Karen said. Karen Beecher was an African American girl who could pass for a model. She wan't as tall as an Amazonian super model, but she wasn't terribly short. Her curly black hair was held up in a tight bun that framed her face. She was wearing a yellow and black striped shirt, black leggings and loose boots. Rachael sighed and slapped her forehead.
"Whatever." she said dully, scribbling in her notebook.
"So...Jenny...how's Wally?" Karen smirked, her brown eyes gleaming.
"Shut up." Jenny said, almost shyly. Rachael nearly gagged; it was absolutely disgusting seeing her friends reduced to lovesick puppies.
"Come on girl, we all know there's something going on between the both of you." Karen continued. Kori smiled at Jenny as a furious red blush spread across her face.
"Oh wow. Excuse me while I gag." Rachael interrupted, saving Jenny from further torment from her friends.
"Rachael! Are you not well?" Kori gasped innocently.
"I'm fine. You didn't pick up on my sarcasm." Rachael sighed.
"Oh. Do you wish to accompany us to the mall next weekend?" Kori said, a pleading look in her eyes. Rachael almost wanted to say yes- anything was better than staring at a duct taped window for 24 hours; but she didn't have any money to spend at the mall so with a grimace, she shook her head.
"I'm sorry, I have to fix my window." Rachael lied smoothly.
"Ugh. I swear, that dofus is going to end up sending you to the hospital." Jenny said, rolling her violet eyes.
"He already has." Rachael reminded her, pointing to the arm she broke in sixth grade when one of Garfield's pranks went awry.
"Mental ward? Has he sent you to the mental ward yet?" Jenny questioned playfully.
"Let's wait a few more weeks and see." Rachael said crossly. To that Jenny laughed, Karen smiled and Kori looked around in confusion. Before Kori could ask them any questions, the bell rang signaling the start of Rachael, Jenny, Karen and Kori's lunch period. Luckily for Rachael, she didn't share it with Garfield. Grateful for the bell, Rachael quickly scooped up her belongings and rushed out of the classroom, eager to have a few minutes to herself. Using her small stature to her advantage, she weaved through the crowds of babbling teenagers and arrived at her locker in a minute's time. Oblivious to the world around her, she hummed a tune and unlocked her locker.
"Hey Rachael!" a voice that she did not want to hear suddenly said, snapping her out of her trance.
"Dear god. What do you want?" Rachael said through gritted teeth, still facing her locker.
"Just came by to say hi...y'know...like a friend." Garfield said slyly. Rachael quickly whipped her head around.
"First of all, you are under no circumstances my friend. Second of all, I don't know what it is but you're up to something and I will find out what you're up to, even if it kills me." Rachael hissed. That said, she slammed her locker shut and quickly disappeared into the crowd, leaving a very frightened Garfield to think about what he just heard.
Once in the cafeteria, Rachael located the spot where she and her friends usually sat and walked over, fuming. Slamming her book bag down, she slid in next to Karen and narrowed her eyes at the door.
"Er...something wrong?"
"Just a douchebag, that's all." Rachael growled, her stomach joining in on her. Just then, Kori and Jenny appeared at the table with lunch trays. Rachael stared hungrily at the food on their plates until Karen snapped her out of it.
"Hey. Do you have lunch today?" Karen whispered.
"Well...no."
"Here." Karen replied, passing her a crumpled five dollar bill. Rachael looked up at her with grateful eyes and stood up from the table.
"Thanks." she whispered back, quickly walking to the lunch line. Meanwhile, Garfield snuck into the cafeteria. He'd told his teacher that he needed to go to the nurse for reasons he refused to discuss. He was determined to win this bet, even if it got him in trouble. Once he spotted Rachael's head he sped up behind her and tapped the pale girl's shoulder.
"What the fuck?! You don't even have lunch this period!" Rachael exclaimed as he paid for her lunch.
"Shhhh, no need to curse." Garfield said, leading her away from the line. She quickly shrugged him off.
"Get your hands off of me." Rachael hissed.
"Look, I...uh, just wanted to pay for your lunch!" Garfield said quickly.
"Are you fucking stupid? I literally just paid for my lunch. What the hell is wrong with you?" Rachael exclaimed.
"Come on, can't you just be nice to me." Garfield pleaded.
"Be nice to you? Be nice to you? Hmm, I suppose this is nice compared to all the shit you've done to me." Rachael hissed, picking up her plate of food and smothering it on his face. All eyes on them, Rachael walked calmly away while Garfield tried to process what the hell just happened.
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Gonna continue reuploading chapters tomorrow probably; I have to retype these so it does take a little while.