Title comes from a movie, John Tucker Must Die.
The awkwardness occurred when Ely and Natasha left the table. Ryan and Harold got issues, remember? The truth, the lie and everything within it. Although, there’s a guilty seed inside Ryan, he wanted Harold’s apology. He’s tired of being too kind. Lily kept on pushing him to talk to Harold but he didn’t care. Harold, on the other side of the table, was staring far away. He looked like he was sleeping with his eyes wide open. He is probably thinking on how to confront Geneva or maybe how to smack his brother’s ass for everything or maybe he’s finding a reason to escape his father’s wedding with Ryan’s mom. Snap! The wedding Harold set him back to reality and turned to Ryan with his blank face, no emotion attached. “You are going to be my brother,” Harold whispered. He doesn’t want to let the whole world knows about Ryan and him being step brothers. “What are you talking about?” Ryan whispered back. He was confused by Harold’s words. “Ok, let me say sorry first. I’m sorry dude, I should have told you when I found out about it,” He said, apologizing at the same time. What a way to say sorry. “Oh, about that, I’m sorry too. Now tell me, what do you meant by I’m going to be your brother? I thought we are already brothers,” He told him, exasperated. “Our parents are getting married this Monday!” Harold added the pressure in the air. “What the heck?” Ryan blurted out his thoughts. Both of them starred for quite a long time. “Let’s talk to them tonight,” Harold told Ryan. Ryan nodded. He couldn’t believe that he is going to be a part of the Cruzs. The family he thought his family won’t be; the wrecked apart family. The irresponsible father, drunk-and-now-dead-mom, and annoying siblings sound terrible to him, but now, he owns a worse one. “And about the what ever going on between you and Geneva, as a friend, I think you should be a man and say you’re sorry. I mean it, bro,” Ryan patted Harold’s shoulder and went off with Lily. Harold nodded and mind was still blank. He could not think of anything right now. He slumped his head on the table and hid it with his hands. He ignored all the noise by humming to his favourite song, You Know Me by Robbie Williams.
O Brother, what art thou thinking? Be a man, have some balls!
Harold released his head from his own clasp. He stood up and determined to find Geneva and talk to her. I’m a terrible boyfriend! He was angry with himself for being such a jerk. He walked out of the canteen, heading to the garden. Somehow, he knew his girlfriend would be there, sitting alone, reading her favourite novel ‘Summer’s Long Lost Love” which was borrowed from Roxanne, under the green-not-so-tall-but-shady-tree. Harold was right, but there’s a little bit addition from what he thought. Aaron was there as well, reading the book for her. She was smiling excessively happier than she ever was beside him. Harold’s jaw opened at once when he saw them both. Harold turned back and blasphemed under his breathe.
La vengeance oh la vengeance. What else is more powerful than that, Harold? Grab your stick and go seek for the famous witch of yours. Wait a minute; she is busy mixing the potions for her own pot of revenge.
Ely and Natasha were heading to the gent’s shower room. Ely was up to something that smells fishy, really stinks. She wanted to pay back for what Noah Snyder had done to her—bring to the hotel, have sex and dump her the next morning. Ely is one unstoppable child; there is no word ‘impossible’ in her dictionary. “So what are we going to do?” said Natasha in confusion. She’s not really into this kind of mission. She prefer ‘forget-and-move-on-and-be-happy’ method, which is a terrible idea for Ely who thirst for blood—in this case; it’s Noah’s pride she’s hunting for. “Noah Snyder must die,’ Ely grinned.
Speaking of Noah, he was heading to the shower room with Buck, his friend. Well, after the much swimming in the pool, he really needs a real fresh water to clean up his chlorined-body. He is one of the swimmers in school’s team. He has not won anything yet, he is just a normal swimmer with a hot body. The only reason he joined the team is that he can show off his muscles and his bulge. Well, he needs to wear a short and tight speedo to swim, right? He is also known as the after-sex-dumper. Natasha is one of the victims of his. He and Buck decided to take shower before the other crowds in. So, they were the first one to arrive in the shower room.
“Buck, can I use your shampoo? I ran out of mine,” said Noah, rubbing his hair gently. He took off his clothe and took a towel out of his locker. He wore it and marched to the shower room. Buck nodded and followed him to the shower, whistling to You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift. As they were enjoying the refreshing shower, Natasha and Ely sneaked into the room, to Noah’s locker. Ely didn’t know what the code is, but she is a professional in this kind of task. She opened the locker with a hairpin. How’d she done that, only she knows. She turned to Natasha at once when the locker opened. They both giggled. “So, you really want to take his smelly clothes?” Natasha giggled. She couldn’t believe that she is actually coping with Ely in her evil assignment. “Yes, and his jeans too,” spoke Ely giddily. “And not to forget, his batman underpants as well,” She grabbed it with her well-secured-from-germs-hands. She used the rubber hand glove ‘cause she’s pretty sure that she doesn’t want to touch any of Noah’s internal clothing. It’s like touching sweaty Noah if she do so. Furthermore, it’s his underpants. Eww. That’s so gross. “Let’s do like what we’d planned!” Ely whispered, laughing at the same time. Both of them went out quietly with Noah’s clothes.
Ten minutes after that, Noah got out from the shower room with Buck. “The Beverly kids are so easy to defeat. They are just like a piece of cake,” Noah joked. He walked to his locker with a big smile. “I heard you dumped that hot chick? Come on, it’s a waste! She’s hot. Her legs are so alluring, don’t you think?” Buck opened his locker and grabbed his shirt. He wiped his wet body with the towel and put on his “PEACE NO WAR” shirt. Noah stopped right away; his hands were holding the locker. He was about to open it. “She is good on bed too,” He laughed. He leaned on the locker and turned to Buck. “She’s very tight but do you think Noah Snyder will hook up with a girl more than a week? Who am I, Buck?” He pulled his towel and hit Buck with it. “Noah Snyder!” Buck giggled, shaking his head. “I can’t hear you!” said Noah. “Noah Snyder!” Buck shouted. Both laughed at themselves. Buck put on his jeans and closed his locker.
“Where’s my clothes?” Noah found himself in a shock once he saw his locker was empty. He turned to Buck with a big question mark on his face. Buck raised his shoulder. “I thought you put them inside the locker just now,” Buck tickled. “They’re with me, Noah!” Noah and Buck turned to the door. Ely was holding Noah’s clothes with her fingertips. She grinned, looking forward for the next plan. She quickly ran off as soon as Noah shouted her name. Noah wrapped himself back with the towel and chased after Ely. Buck tagged along too.
After Buck got out from the shower room, he saw Noah was covering his private belongings with his hands. Natasha swung the towel she got from Noah, laughing with Ely at him. Buck couldn’t help himself from laughing with them too. “I need you to stay out of our way. I will never mess with you, I promise,” Ely went near Buck, promising Buck that he’ll be safe. Buck nodded. “I’m sorry dude!” He went off and acted nothing happened there. “Chicken!” Noah shouted on top of his lungs at his friend, still hiding his buns and ‘little brother’ with his hands. “Come on girls, stop this,”
“I give you two choices; option a, you are going to dance ballet without any clothes on you or option b, you going to wear the underpants to cover your little things and do the shake-shake-banana-dance,” Ely spoke, swinging his clothes and laughing at him hardly.
“Crazy humanoids!”
“Oopps, there’s no such option. Please choose again,”
“Just give me the underpants, I’ll dance whatever banana you want,” Noah called, relieved as he is not going to be fully naked anymore. “Good choice… Natasha, give him what he wants,” said Ely. Natasha grabbed something out from her bag and threw it to Noah. Noah quickly bend over and grabbed it. He laughed for a second there. He took it and tried believing his eyes. “Are you kidding me?” He stretched the thong Natasha gave him. It was pink and a black trim thong; stretchable, extra thin strap, not-for-man, and definitely too sexy for Noah. Ely and Natasha burst into laughter when they saw Noah’s expression. “Wear it or you die,” Natasha warned him.
“Please Nat, don’t do this to me. You know I always love you,”
“Excuse me, look at who you’re talking to,”
“Amour? Vous n'a pas de droite pour parler de l'amour. You have no right at all!” Ely interrupted. Her French is really good, way too good for Ely to catch up. “Je suis désolé,” Noah still covering himself with his hands, insisted not to wear the thong Natasha gave him. “Sorry? Is that all you can say?” Natasha shook her head. Well, this time, she understood what Noah said cause ‘sorry’ is a basic word. “Well, I’m too busy poking the balloons, I have no time to save you, Noah,” Natasha added. Ely turned to her and gave her a high five. Both of them laughed. “Wear it and dance!”
“GOD!” Noah sighed. He wore the thong unwillingly. It was totally not cool for him to wear that—especially in front of two hot chicks. He quickly put it on and turned to Ely. “So, you want me to dance? Fine, but give me the pants, right away!” Noah said furiously. He moved his hips slowly, reluctantly, and he really doesn’t like it. “Put your hands behind the head. It’s going to be sexier,” Ely teased. Noah followed what she said and danced. He sang along after Ely and Natasha forced him to do so. “Shake… Shake…Banana,” His voice was too hilarious; he sounded like the chipmunks. Ely and Natasha laughed their ass off.
After he’d done dancing, he raised his shoulder, asking for the pants and shirt back. Ely gave him like she’d promised. “Just wait for your turn, Ely! Sooner or later you’ll be in my shoe!” He yelled, putting his jeans on. “Oh, I’m not finished. Can you decide for me, youtube or school’s blog?” Ely showed the phone screen to Noah who was busy tucking in his shirt. “You guys are nutty bitches!” Noah really stunned to see the video of him dancing in a thong. Ely recorded it with her phone, without Noah noticing it. Noah became so mad and left both of them. Ely gave him the evil smile and chuckled non-stop but Natasha seems to felt guilty for what she’d done.
An eye for an eye, that’s what, makes all of you blind.
SOS! Somebody needs an optician!
