So... I know I said to some of you that I wouldn't be uploading till tomorrow, due to the fact that I'm meant to only use the Internet for homework today, but... hey, I feel like being rebellious :D I hope you enjoy the chapter, it's still not massively long but it's a little longer than the others!

Nicki's Point Of View

Lunchtime came and went, and I had a lesson with Year Nine to look forward to. I was planning for it to be the kind of lesson where I gave a little introduction and then they had a task, rather than me speaking to them the whole way through. I went into the classroom, and was turning on the projector when I saw a note, that had been under the projector remote. I opened it up... and frowned. It said: 'don't look behind you'.

Of course I turned around, and I nearly had a heart attack when I found myself face-to-face with a moving image of some demon thing that was being projected onto the board. Literally, it was five inches away from my face! "Damn!" I cursed, rubbing my back from where I had bashed into the desk backwards. This had to have something to do with Tom... my guess is that he's trying to scare me so I'll speak to him! Well, that's not going to work! If he thinks that I am girly and wimpy enough to be scared by some fake monster, he can bloody well think again! Some people, honestly!

I had to go back to the staffroom to get some folders, and I made sure that I shot a sweet smile in Tom's direction. If I was marking that trick out of ten, it would score zero... he really must try harder...

It had been four school days since we had fallen out, and I was quite impressed that Tom had actually managed to bear a grudge that long. From what I had heard, he wasn't good at that at all. However, despite the success of the grudge, the tricks just got ever more pathetic and childish. Whoopee cushions (so original). Stink bombs (I blamed it on the drains, then left the room so my class had to sit in it alone. Mwahaha). A real spider in the desk drawer (please, he thinks I'm arachnophobic?! No way!) I was honestly getting bored with the childish tricks that kept getting played on me. Tom needs to do something that will actually provoke a response- ie, something interesting. Maybe I just cursed myself there. Oops.

And, it was quite funny, because Tom had put a wastepaper bin on top of the door, and instead of getting me, it fell on Grantly! He had gone into my room to borrow some textbooks, and he was very unimpressed when he got attacked by bits of paper and apple cores. He had been moaning about it nearly all week, and Tom had had to grovel to him. Our argument was now very well known throughout the school- Waterloo Road does have a very overactive gossip system...

First thing on a Tuesday morning. Year Eleven. Not a lesson that I am extremely enthusiastic about. I had to start the lesson by yelling at them, and I spent about five minutes trying to get them to line up along the corridor. Eventually, I decided that I couldn't waste any more time, so I opened the door...

Whoosh! As soon as the door opened, a bucketful of freezing cold water fell on me, soaking me from head to foot. I stood in the doorway, dripping and gasping, while the Year Elevens laughed behind me.
"Miss? Are you okay?" Asked Rhona and Shona worriedly.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." I said through gritted teeth. "Go in, and chat amongst yourselves while I go and get this sorted out."

I stormed into the staffroom, making Matt, the only one in there, jump. "Oh my God, Nicki! What has happened to you? Water bombs or something?" He said, trying to hide a grin.
"It's not funny! And no, it wasn't water bombs, it was a container of water balanced on top of the door."
"Oh, a classic prank! Do you have any ideas who it was?"
"I don't have ideas, I know exactly who it was."
"Who?"
"Tom Clarkson."
"What, really?"
"Yes. He's been playing tricks on me for ages."
"Oooooh... I get it. You going to report him to Byrne?"
"Nope, in fact, I fully intend to pay Tom back for this."
"Well, you do that. Anyway, what are you going to do about your wet clothes?"
"Thankfully, after anticipating that Waterloo Road could throw anything at me, I keep a spare change of clothes in the car."
"Okay. I'd better let you get sorted out, then."

Whilst I was walking to the car, I was already plotting how I would pay Tom back. Mark my words, I will get my revenge...