When The World Fails You

When The World Fails You Part 5

Madison

　

Its been two weeks of school.

My squad decided that it was in their best interest to practice…also, I threatened to kick them all off if they didn’t. I wasn’t messing around. We had the best football team in the nearest five cities near us. Our squad had to be in tip top shape.

Which is also why we had to find two new members.

I told our coach we didn’t need three. After a couple of heated words she agreed with me and we began posting up flyers for tryouts.

Junior Varsity girls had the same chance as any other girl who wanted to try out. But, and I say this to be blunt, the regular girls didn’t stand a chance. I had my eye on Heather from Junior. She knew most of our moves and she cheered well. Kara agreed and not because she had to, but because Heather really knew what she was doing.

So there was really only one space left.

Fight till the death I guess.

Giselle decided to lay low for awhile. She wouldn’t talk to me, look at me, or even walk near me if she had the chance not to. It was only obvious she did it. Now, sadly, I had to ruin her life.

To be honest, if the squad hadn’t seen Ray and I fighting I might of let it go. But because of the circumstances, this had to be done.

So during P.E. I planned my revenge.

“So I need someone to distract Mrs. Cathy.” I said as soon as we walked out from the locker room.

Kara, who already knew what I planned to do, smiled and nodded. “No problem. I’ll distract her while you make your move.”

As soon as Giselle walked out of the locker room I slipped back in and went into the restroom until it was empty. When all the girls left, I went to Giselle’s locker and unlocked it. I got the combination from Mrs. Cathy’s book. She had all the girls’ numbers in there. When she turned her back I wrote down Giselle’s number and took off. No one suspected a thing. I’m ME for crying out loud.

When her locker was open I went through her stuff. Folders with band names on them, notes from classes. A letter to Ray. I slipped that one into my bra. I took her clothes and closed her locker.

Giselle had a problem with tight clothes…so I was going to fix them.

I went over to my locker and took out a pair of scissors from my backpack. I started cutting up her shirt until it was threaded. Then, I slit the crotch in her jeans all the way to the back. She wouldn’t notice it until she was fully dressed. By then my other plan would be complete.

I put her shit inside her locker then threw the scissors in the garbage. Instead of walking out the front door of the locker room I went out the back and snuck into the gym where we were going to play basketball.

I slipped next to Kara and winked at her. She covered her mouth and started to giggle.

Instead of playing basketball I decided to run laps with Kara. We ran around the gym until I saw Giselle, sitting on the bench with her friends. I stopped, staring at her.

“I know what you did to my car.” I finally told her.

“What the hell are you talking about?” She played it off so well that I almost believed her.

“Go ahead and act stupid…hey, do you like your P.E. clothes?” I asked, tilting my head in curiosity.

“What?”

“Your P.E. clothes…I mean, blue isn’t really your color…but do you like them?”

Giselle just rolled her eyes and told me to fuck off.