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He laughed under his breath. “What’s with the mood, Molloy?”
“I’m not in a mood.”
“Says the girl with a face like thunder.” He nudged my shoulder with his. “You were all shits and giggles a minute ago.”
“I amnotin a mood.”
“Fine.” Holding his hands up, he shook his head and moved to the sink. “Suit yourself.”
“I will.”
“You do that.”
“That’s what I’m going to do.”
“Good.”
“Asshole.”
“Crank.”
“Prick.”
“Witch.”
“Shut up,” I spat, furious. “I mean it. Don’t say another word to me.”
“Fine,” he shot back and then sprinkled me with a handful of dirty dishwater. “Don’t say another word to me, either.”
“My hair!” I screamed, abandoning the chili to pat myself down. “Do you have any idea how long it takes me to wash and blow-dry this?”
“My hair,” he mimicked in a high-pitched tone. “Relax. It’s water. You’ll survive.”
Beyond livid, I could see the repercussions of my actions playing out in front of me before it even happened and decided that a few days in detention was well worth taking this asshole down a peg or two.
Deciding against scalding him with chili, I walked over to the sink and reached around Joey to retrieve the bottle of green washing up liquid.
Without a word, I retrieved my stool, set it down behind him, and quietly climbed on top of it.
Reveling in the drama I was about to inflict, I unscrewed the cap, ripped his cap off, held the bottle over his head, and dumped the contents of the bottle on top of him.
The minute the green slime plopped onto Joey’s head; his entire frame stiffened.
“You’re fucking dead,” he growled, slowly turning around as green slime dripped down his hair, face, and shoulders.
“Bring it on, bitch,” I growled, tapping the bottom of the bottle to make sure that every ounce of liquid drained out.
“Aoife!” Mrs. Adams screeched. “What in the name of—“
“Put me down!” I screamed, hands and legs flailing wildly, when Joey threw me over his shoulder, and turned back to the sink. “Don’t you dare – ahhhh!”
“Paul, go and fetch Mr. Nyhan immediately!”
“But she’s—“
“Now, Paul. Hurry.”
“You want to throw down?” Depositing me, ass first, into the sink full of dirty water, Joey reached up and smeared his hands with washing up liquid from his own hair before coating my poor hair snot green. “Then let’s go, Molloy.”
