"Oh my God!" Chuck cackled, hitting his head against the outdoors of the bathrooms.

"Shhh!" I forcing a hand over his mouth while simultaneously trying to keep myself from laughing. We pressed our ears against the bathrooms walls to be welcomed by the sounds of boys taking massive shits. It had been at least an hour of us laughing our guts out at the baggers suffering, oafishly pushing each other when the other person was a little too loud. Then all of a sudden we heard nothing.

The flush of toilets, running water, then footsteps. Chuck and I tried our best to make ourselves look normal, leaning against the buildings outer surface.

"Hey y/n." One of the baggers grunted, his trip to the bathrooms caused him to perspire even more than earlier.

"Hey." I forced a greeting out, trying not to spill over in laughter. This boy was on the taller side, skinny, beady eyes, greasy shoulder length hair. Kind of looked like a twig. A sudden flash of realization passed on to me.

This was one of Chuck's main antagonists. More like the ringleader really. I think his name was Paul or something stupid like that. This boy was different from Victor, there seemed like there was something off about him. Something sick.

Something that made my stomach churn and my teeth to gnash together. He patted Chuck on the shoulder after the rest of the baggers trailed out of the bathroom, each of them giving a general nod in my direction.

"Well Sloppy." Paul shook Chuck around in a way that would've been playful if I didn't know about the things he had done to him. "Time to get in there Pal. Lots of slopping to do." Chuck's face turned and fell as he realized he was the one who had to clean the mess up. Chuck who had been teased and bullied had to clean up their shit.

No, he shouldn't have to. They should clean up their own stupid shit. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of having Chuck serve them. Paul started to push Chuck inside the bathroom when I grabbed his hand.

"Chuck, stay." I ordered. The young boy looked at me confused. Paul squinted his eyes at me.

"What'd you say?" I clenched my jaw, holding onto Chuck's hand firmly. Paul shook his head and twisted the back of Chuck's shirt roughly. He leaned his head down to Chuck menacingly.
"Go on Fat Boy." He spat. Chuck was about to oblige when I tugged him back hard, ripping him out of Paul's grasp.

"He's going to stay." I said sharply. Turning my head to Chuck I asked. "Do you want to stay?" Chuck darted his eyes between us, looking like he was searching for the right thing to say.

"Yes, I want to stay." He said, the fear on his face illustrated itself through his little eyes. Paul's hair flipped around as he turned to me laughing in a way that made fire coat itself in my lungs.

"He has a job to do slinthead, and now he's gonna do it."

"No he's not. Clean up your own shit." I snapped at him harshly. He crossed his arms stiffly.

"Look I don't think whores have any authority around here." Paul sneered.

"Really?" I said with fake innocence. "I don't think dickheads do either." I flipped him off as I tugged on Chuck's arm. "Let's go Chuck." I growled. I dragged him along, not bothering to look back.

"Y/n." Chuck said. I kept going and didn't respond. "Y/n!" I swiveled toward him.

"What!"

"Slow down. You have that scary look on your face again." I guess I'd got caught up in the moment and kind of forgotten about Chuck. Breathing in and out slowly I let go of his hand. "It's the evil revenge look."

"I'm sorry. It's just that, that dipshit shouldn't be able to talk to you like that okay." I ran my fingers through my hair exasperatedly. "Listen, you've gotta start standing up for yourself. If you let one person say something to you like that then everyone's gonna catch on." He looked up at me with those sad doe eyes. "Please just promise me that you'll stand up to them the next time they do something, please."Chuck looked down, it seemed like he was thinking about something with all of his might.

"Okay. I will." Placing my hands on his shoulders I weakly smiled.

"Good." I rubbed my hands together, gingerly saying. "Would you hate me if I said I had the perfect revenge plan for Pauly boy?" Chuck sighed.

"Fine. One more prank."

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(15 days till the next Greenie arrives)

"Y/n?" Zart whispered. "Are you in here?" I emerged from the shadows. He actually followed through. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my body, finding it's way to my thudding heart. It was midnight, Zart had unlocked the closet just like we'd planned.

"You actually came!" I tried my best to talk lowly despite my excitement.

"Yeah!" Zart said a little too loud. I clamped my hand against his mouth to stifle him.

"Shhh!"

Creaks came from around the house. They settled after a few moments. It must have been the wind.

"Wind." I said taking my hand off of his mouth.

"Sorry."

"It's fine." I took a deep breath, the homestead's air sweet as usual.

"What are you gonna do?" He asked quietly. I faked a puzzled look. There was no need to involve him more than I had. Zart didn't need to get into trouble if I got caught.

"I'm sleeping of course."

"Oh okay." He grinned, probably thrilled with the idea of helping me. I laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Just stay here until I get back okay."

"Okay, cool." He beamed. "Got it." Zart said breathlessly, laying his head against the closet door.

"See ya later then." I winked at him before slipping out the door. Chuck was waiting for me on the porch swing outside.

"Did you get them?" He asked eagerly.

"Are you really doubting me now?" I said spinning a sharp pair of scissors around in my hand. "I'm hurt Chuck, really bothered." He laughed silently, getting off of the swing.

"You're whacked." He motioned me to the place where the hanmocks were set up. My feet falling softly on the witching hour's dew, droplets bursting on the blades of grass.

"His hammocks over there...do you want me to-"

"I'll be fine, just stay over here okay."

"Okay, be careful."

"I will." Leaving Chuck behind I twisted my way through sleeping boys. Snores and closed eyes paired with each one. They didn't seem as annoying when they were asleep, in fact they looked sort of peaceful. Sweet maybe. Forget it y/n they're stupid, focus.

There he was, hands on his stomach, stretched across his hammock. Paul. With his eyes open. I quickly stuck the incriminating scissors behind my back. Frozen in place, unable to move. My mouth went dry.

"Heeeey Paul." I croaked. "I was just uh takin' a walk." I awkwardly laughed. No response. Just fish eyes burning into me. Jesus Christ is he dead or something? Then a harking snore escaped his mouth. A sigh of relief shuddered out of me. This motherfucker slept with his eyes open, of course. I stepped forward until I was right above his body. His long stringy greasy hair framed his face. I thought about what he had said to me, what he had done to Chuck, and my anger flooded back to me. Before I knew it I had lifted a fistful of his hair. The sharp glinting scissors soaring through the air.

Shwing

My hand was now wrapped around a lock of freshly cut hair. Shit. Oh my God. My fear dissipated into satisfaction. Before leaving I gently closed the boy's eyes.

"Freak." I muttered. Smirking I held my trophy, turning back to the homestead. Instead of mischievously sneaking back my body slammed into something. Someone. Gally.

"What the shuck did you just do?!" He hissed. My stomach dropped, knowing I was at his full mercy.

"Nothing." He pointed at my hand.

"That doesn't look like nothing y/n!" His voice rising. I heard someone stirring awake. Immediately I shoved him out of the makeshift sleeping area, Gally protesting all the while. Once we reached the outside I spoke.

"Would you shut up!" He was finally quiet, staring down at me with a serious tight lipped face. "I was never here. You hear me?" After a while he finally nodded. "Good." I said, slinking away into the inky black night.