The jock looks shocked and angry.

“Go now. Your whole team.” When they don’t move, she repeats “GO!”

Ditzy cheerleader number one shrieks: “But, like, we didn’t do anything!” and then, deciding she didn’t sound dumb enough, adds three more ‘like’s to the end of the sentence.

“I know. You didn’t pass, catch or make an effort, so go now unless you want an F for the day.”

“F as in, like, fabulous?”

I swear she wasn’t trying to be funny.

“F as in failure.” Then, she raises her voice two octave higher to match Ditz Number Two’s voice. “As in, like, what you are? Like, get it now?” her voice changes back. “Now run.”

Score: Carlin-Davie-Duarte: 1 Dennison: 0

Part one of ‘Make Aiden Dennison’s High School Career A Living Hell is complete. Part two: currently in progress.

After school, Madison and I go and get the supplies we need: Markers, string, rope, clothes, a sign, a gag, 2 bandanas, and an alibi.

Madison quickly dials up Jacey to ask her if she would cover for us and she agrees.

“You go to cheerleading practice and I’ll set everything up over here.”

After about an hour, I have everything finished and I see Madison leading Aiden into the trap. I quickly scramble up the tree.

“…I’m telling you I’m the best when it comes to arm strength,” he cockily boasts.

“Not better than me. Trust me, gymnastics is harder than basketball,” Madison counters.

“No way,” he declares.

“Prove it then.”

There are two ropes hanging down from the branches, similar to gymnastics rings.

“Give it a go,” she offers.

Aiden wriggles up the tree so he can reach the rope rings. As soon as his weight hits them, the close around his hands, just like they were meant to.

“Aah! Help me Madison!”

I come down from above him and stuff a gag deep into his throat.

“Shut up, bastard,” I order. I then proceed to tie his wrists together with more rope.

He looks up at me, terrified, then back down at Madison pleading for help.

“Awww. Poor Aidie. You scared?” I ask in a baby voice. He nods. “Good.”