Baljeet met Buford at his locker, and they walked home together exchanging the usual pleasantries talking about their classes, teachers, funny experiences and then complete silence. Baljeet knew that he had to make his move, but he didn't know the right time to do it. Every time he would try to start the conversation either Buford's phone would ring and he would answer, or one of their classmates would pass by then stop to start up a conversation with one of them. When they finally reached their block Baljeet gave up all hope of talking to Buford, with a sigh he walked over to his house unlocked the door and was about to step in when Buford grabbed his arm. Baljeet turned to see what Buford was doing, "Jeet I have something to tell you" Buford said pulling Baljeet closer. Baljeet's mind was working overtime "wwwwwwhat is it Buford", Baljeet said now facing Buford. Buford them grabbed Baljeet's hips and pulled him even closer Buford's face was now beet red "I…. llllllllllooooooovvvvvveeee" Before Buford could finish his sentence his nervous impulse kicked in and he let out a loud and long fart. "Oh my god Buford what is wrong with you" Baljeet said pushing back from Buford's grip. But as Buford shamefully walked towards his house Russell's words kept kicking Baljeet's Brain "its simple just kiss him". Those words played over and over again in Baljeet's head because he was about to give up the perfect opportunity to confess his feelings. "Wait Buford!" Baljeet said running down the block after him, Buford turned stopped walking; "What is it Jeet?" Buford asked turning around to Baljeet. Baljeet didn't bother answering it was time for him to act without thinking for once. With all his might Baljeet punched Buford in the stomach causing him to bend over low enough to meet Baljeet's face. Once he was low enough he grabbed Buford's face and kissed him, the kiss was short and sweet nothing spectacular but just long enough to get his point across. Then Baljeet quickly ran into his house shut the door and locked it, he felt a feeling of relief and fear at the same time because he didn't know how Buford would respond to his kiss. He sent a text to Russell telling him what happened then before going upstairs to his room he looked out the living room window and saw that Buford was still standing there now touching his lips. Baljeet just smiled as walked to his room to start his homework.
Russell was sitting in his room reading Baljeet's text with gleeful anticipation the moment that he was waiting for had finally arrived. Russell lives in an Upper class section of Danville, his father Waylon is a famous special effects technician and his mother Mona is a famous actress. His parents are always busy so usually he's at home by himself most of his time. It was getting close to five o'clock so he took a quick shower and changed out of the clothes he wore to school he grabbed his books, a flask from his father's liquor cabinet, and a medicine bottle from off his mom's dresser. He hopped in his 2012 Mercedes-Benz SLS Coupe, and drove to Baljeet's house once he arrived and Baljeet invited him in he went straight upstairs to Baljeet's room. This is not the first time Russell has been here, Baljeet has invited him over several times to hang out together. It almost makes him sad to have to lose a good friend, but nothing stands in the way of his revenge. In no time they finished their science project (they are two very smart kids after all), and they were just watching TV "where are your folks at today Baljeet?" Russell asked rocking in Baljeet's computer chair. "My dad is at work, and my mom is visiting my uncle (her brother) for the weekend" Baljeet replied getting off his bed. Baljeet left the room to get them some water, and Russell went to work immediately he pulled the medicine bottle out, removed the lid and took out 5 small pills. He put the bottle back in his bag and took out his cell phone, just as Baljeet came back with two glasses of orange juice. Before Baljeet could sit back down however the house phone started ringing(because Russell called it), Russell then dropped the pills in one of the cups of orange juice; afterwards he grabbed the flask from his jacket pocket and poured some of the contents into the orange juice. Just as he had but the flask back, Baljeet came back into the room; "man you look parched here drink up" Russell said offering the now spiked glass of orange juice to Baljeet. "Yeah I am thirsty first some idiot kept calling and hanging up, then my dad called, then my mom, every time I made it half way up the stairs" Baljeet said taking the glass from Russell. Baljeet was so thirsty in fact that he gulped the whole thing down without thinking; afterwards commenting on the bitter after taste. Minutes rolled by and Baljeet started to feel strange the medicine was starting to take effect he tried standing up and almost fell to the floor but Russell caught him and set him on the floor. The first part of his mission was nearly complete; he had to make everything presentable he knocked some things over in room. He fished around in Baljeet's pockets and took out his cell phone, and his house keys he went into Baljeet's fathers study and unlocked the liquor cabinet and removed the rum. He locked the cabinet back went back up to Baljeet's room and poured out some of its contents around Baljeet's room and then set the bottle down on the floor near Baljeet's bed. Lastly he took Baljeet's hand and used his nails to scratch himself on his face; he was now ready he sent a text to Buford from Baljeet's phone. The hard part now over all; now all he to do was convince the Buffoon of his plight, and the real party would begin.
To my ever adoring supporters I did receive all of your reviews; however I'm not sure why they are not showing with my story. That is something that I'm looking into right now, but I do want to thank you guys again because without you I really wouldn't have a reason to write so I LOVE YOU GUYS.
If any of you didn't know what pills Russell had used on Baljeet it was rufies or the date rape drug; and also the liquor in the flask I'm not really being specific about that I guess you could just imagine any kind of hard liquor.
