Chapter 3

"Okay, okay. What do you want?" Preston asked, half snarling. The bell for next class went.

"Make it quick!"

"Fine, fine! Sheesh, demanding much?" I cleared my throat, taking my sweet time. "I want

Preston to become my personal slave for, say, the rest of the school year." His mouth dropped

open, but I continued. "See? I can be reasonable. Oh, and Miss Brooks, you have to pass me in

Chemistry with an A. Peace, losers"

"And you promise - " Miss Brooks grabbed my arm, chewing her perfectly manicured nail - wow,

she must really be stressed. "You promise, that none of 'this' will ever be heard of again?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die" I chirp, taking a seat near the front of the class. Yeah, it was a

coincidence I had Chemistry next, right? They stood there for a while looking at me. Preston

looked at me with disgust and Miss Brooks looked distressed.

"I hate you so much right now - I swear, I wouldn't reconsider chopping you up" He glared,

taking a seat farthest away from me in the class.

"Hey! The feeling's mutual, pal! I wasn't the one getting smoochy with the new teacher" I

hollered, trying to hold back a laugh at his panicked expression when the class started filing in.

"Okay class." She smiled weakly, stuttering a little. "Today we are going to be taking a look at

chemical reactions."

I grinned, wondering how everything just seemed to link to each other. She talked a little, until

another 'innuendo' popped up.

"Now, do you think that there will be some chemistry between these two substances?" She said,

addressing the class. Well, I was a part of the class too, wasn't I?

"Of course, Ma'am! I think there's going to be some pretty hot, intense chemistry here!" I

answered her, holding back the laughter which threatened to escape me. Preston glared darkly

from his end of the room.

"Um, that is actually the wrong - " I raised my eyebrows, almost daring her to go on. "Um, never

mind." I smiled in agreement, and leaned back in my chair, hands behind my hand.

Well, at least now there's one class which I won't have to worry about. Maybe if I caught Preston

hooking up with my Maths teacher, then I won't have to worry about useless stuff like Algebra

and Formulae anymore. I pictured Preston locking lips with Mr Woods. It could happen - I'll just

wait for the day Preston makes the 'change' . His gayness doesn't seem so far off - he could join

Carson!

School came to an end and I leaned against my car, waiting for Natalie. I just had to tell her

everything that had happened today. Instead, my pet slave strode over, glaring. I should

probably tell him he'll get frown lines - whoops, too late.

"I need to talk to you" He hissed, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

"Make it snappy, slave" I clicked my fingers, feeling powerful. Now I know why people become

CEOs and stuff. It was like a red bull for your ego - and it felt awesome.

"I need to go over some of the rules and conditions and - wait, what did you call me?" He

stopped mid flow, his dumb, slow brain only catching up now.

"I called you a slave. S-L-A-V-E. Oh, and my first order for you is to shut up. Natalie's coming!" I

informed him happily, as she bounced over, suddenly turning she-hulk when she saw Preston

was here.

"What do you want, butt slime?" She snarled, clenching her fists. I looked on, amused, as she

practically strangled Preston. I decided to save his filthy self before he turned blue.

"Whoa, Nat. Calm down - let's try to not kill the slave while we have him" I smirked, as she

slowly released him and turned to me, closing her eyes.

"I'm not going to ask why. I'm not going to ask why. I'm going to savor this moment of revenge

and glory for a few seconds longer - " She announced, bowing her head. After a few moments,

she lifted her head, grinning. "And now it's time to bring on the love!"

"Love? What the hell is going on? What is your retard of a friend talking about?" Preston turned

to me, exasperated. Eh, it's his loss that he can't keep up with a simple conversation.

"She means what you deserve. Don't fool yourself thinking we can actually stand your presence

here" I chuckled, patting his head like the dog he was. "Run along, slave. It's time for you to let

the adults talk now!"

"Adults? Whatever! I still need to go over the rules with you - "

"Er, no you don't. You. Are. A. Slave" I told him, stretching out the slave. "You cannot make any

of the decisions - that is the grown ups job, okay?" I stressed each syllable for him.

"Oh! I have to tell you something, Avery!" Natalie beamed, practically jumping up and down.

"Okay then - get in the car, Nat. I'll order you around tomorrow, slave." I winked at him, getting in

the driver's seat. He stood there, opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. That could end

disastrously for him - the last fish I had ended up dead on the roof. Don't ask how Bubbles got

there. I'm certain that's how Preston is going to end up when I'm done with him - dead. Or

something close, anyways.

"Well, you know Sierra in my mathletes club - "

"No, I don't know Sierra from nerd club" I smirked, paying attention to the road.

"Avery! Anyways, she wants revenge. Something about the let downs of today's society and the

color pink" Natalie's face scrunched up in confusion. "Anyways, Sierra wants revenge from

Deana!" She finished, happily. I braked hard, me and Natalie jerked forwards. Luckily, it was a

red light.

"Deana you say? Finally, a revenge plot I can sink my teeth into!" I smiled, a plan forming in my mind. "And I have just the prank."