own mess, you idiot. I don’t have the goddamn bread to pay for your friends’ meals .”
No—wait! What am I thinking?
He skirted to the window, and he caught the group romping and bursting out in laughter in the parking lot. He did this the first time it happened, but he was too hurt and afraid to challenge them. Craig simply watched them carry on with the night.
They hadn’t left the parking lot yet. He couldn’t leave without committing mischief. What did he have to be afraid of? This was his mind, and he wouldn’t be arrested. He wouldn’t be grounded. The moment was truly his own to decide.
He ripped the fire extinguisher from the wall, cackling at the flurry of ideas spinning about in his head. He jacked open the window and crawled through, a new energy surging through him, willing him on to commit his darkest desires. It was well into May, the night air a brisk sixty degrees. He couldn’t help cackling again at the prospect of revenge, even throwing his head back in delight. This is what he dreamed of all these years.
Revenge.
He recalled the owner, Rick Margolia, forcing him to wash dishes for a week to repay the debt. Prom didn’t happen. He was stuck at the place until three in the morning that night.
Pacing faster toward them, he whispered, “ Oh, they’re gonna get it now .”
Janna noticed him first, catching the darting figure in the corner of her eye. Mark Stolburg was next to spy him. And then Jack Neilson, Bryce Johnson, and Alex Cartman stepped out of the car one after the other to challenge his challenge. They were the defensive line for the Theodore Roosevelt High School Bears. They went to state, but lost the championship. They wore matching black suits with bright red cummerbunds. This was the joke to commiserate the loss of the game.
The other girls wore pastel dresses. They screamed, knowing what was coming, and looking into Craig’s diabolical face, they knew it was coming without mercy.
They’re not yucking it up anymore! Yuppie bastard assholes.
Mark, the burly lineman, stepped up to intercept Craig, waving his hands to stop him. “It was a joke, man. We were coming back in.” Forming his hand into a fist and punching his open hand, he threatened, “Seriously, put that down or else I’ll beat your ass.”
“That’s why Janna’s got the getaway car started, huh, you were coming back for me?” He lifted up the fire extinguisher. “Beat my ass after this!”
He sprayed the extinguisher at Mark’s face, caking him in white foam. Caaaaack! Mark charged forward, slipping on the foam and crashing to the pavement with an audible collapse. “You fucker—!”
“Tackle that prick!” Jack lunged for him. “Get him!”
He showered the rest of the group in white, laughing in glee, unafraid of the group approaching him, knowing he’d ruin their precious prom night. They battled to avoid the flurries of whipped white, but they couldn’t dodge it. “This one’s for Craig Horsy, assholes!”
Janna’s face looked like an opened container of whipped topping, the white staining the front of her dress and between her breasts.
He channeled his scorn into words. “Jokes on you, bitches!”
Alex Cartman swung a punch, being close enough to him now, but Craig rammed the butt end of the extinguisher into his stomach. “ Uggggh !” He faltered to the curb on his knees, coughing and groaning in pain.
Craig challenged them, feeling on top of the world. “Who else is next? Want some more anyone?”
Janna wept next to the car. Her real date was in the passenger seat, Hank Pinzer. He was pissed, he could see, but the expression was muddled by a dollop of white foam across his nose and lips.
“I have one last parting gift,” Craig shouted. He hurled the extinguisher at the back windshield and shattered it. “Pay for that with your own money— maybe you can wash dishes inside to pay it off, you dick lickers! ”
“It looks like they screwed you over,” Dr. Krone
No—wait! What am I thinking?
He skirted to the window, and he caught the group romping and bursting out in laughter in the parking lot. He did this the first time it happened, but he was too hurt and afraid to challenge them. Craig simply watched them carry on with the night.
They hadn’t left the parking lot yet. He couldn’t leave without committing mischief. What did he have to be afraid of? This was his mind, and he wouldn’t be arrested. He wouldn’t be grounded. The moment was truly his own to decide.
He ripped the fire extinguisher from the wall, cackling at the flurry of ideas spinning about in his head. He jacked open the window and crawled through, a new energy surging through him, willing him on to commit his darkest desires. It was well into May, the night air a brisk sixty degrees. He couldn’t help cackling again at the prospect of revenge, even throwing his head back in delight. This is what he dreamed of all these years.
Revenge.
He recalled the owner, Rick Margolia, forcing him to wash dishes for a week to repay the debt. Prom didn’t happen. He was stuck at the place until three in the morning that night.
Pacing faster toward them, he whispered, “ Oh, they’re gonna get it now .”
Janna noticed him first, catching the darting figure in the corner of her eye. Mark Stolburg was next to spy him. And then Jack Neilson, Bryce Johnson, and Alex Cartman stepped out of the car one after the other to challenge his challenge. They were the defensive line for the Theodore Roosevelt High School Bears. They went to state, but lost the championship. They wore matching black suits with bright red cummerbunds. This was the joke to commiserate the loss of the game.
The other girls wore pastel dresses. They screamed, knowing what was coming, and looking into Craig’s diabolical face, they knew it was coming without mercy.
They’re not yucking it up anymore! Yuppie bastard assholes.
Mark, the burly lineman, stepped up to intercept Craig, waving his hands to stop him. “It was a joke, man. We were coming back in.” Forming his hand into a fist and punching his open hand, he threatened, “Seriously, put that down or else I’ll beat your ass.”
“That’s why Janna’s got the getaway car started, huh, you were coming back for me?” He lifted up the fire extinguisher. “Beat my ass after this!”
He sprayed the extinguisher at Mark’s face, caking him in white foam. Caaaaack! Mark charged forward, slipping on the foam and crashing to the pavement with an audible collapse. “You fucker—!”
“Tackle that prick!” Jack lunged for him. “Get him!”
He showered the rest of the group in white, laughing in glee, unafraid of the group approaching him, knowing he’d ruin their precious prom night. They battled to avoid the flurries of whipped white, but they couldn’t dodge it. “This one’s for Craig Horsy, assholes!”
Janna’s face looked like an opened container of whipped topping, the white staining the front of her dress and between her breasts.
He channeled his scorn into words. “Jokes on you, bitches!”
Alex Cartman swung a punch, being close enough to him now, but Craig rammed the butt end of the extinguisher into his stomach. “ Uggggh !” He faltered to the curb on his knees, coughing and groaning in pain.
Craig challenged them, feeling on top of the world. “Who else is next? Want some more anyone?”
Janna wept next to the car. Her real date was in the passenger seat, Hank Pinzer. He was pissed, he could see, but the expression was muddled by a dollop of white foam across his nose and lips.
“I have one last parting gift,” Craig shouted. He hurled the extinguisher at the back windshield and shattered it. “Pay for that with your own money— maybe you can wash dishes inside to pay it off, you dick lickers! ”
“It looks like they screwed you over,” Dr. Krone
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