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“Jesus, Windy.” I snigger. “They all are. Every one of them is on the team.”
“I don’t mean football player,” she lets out a hiss of air from between her teeth. “As in, player with the ladies. Which ones have more than one girl on the go at one time? There must be at least a couple of them.”
“Oh, I see what you mean now,” I giggle with a vicious undertone. “Well, you know how the entire team acts like it’s America personified with the cheerleaders and all. Bell’s the quarterback, so of course, he’s dating the head girl, Trudy Baker.” I can’t contain the wild and wicked grin that plasters over my face and I feel a whole lot better. “But I overheard some girls talking and rumour has it he’s been getting it on with her best friend, Mia Falls, behind her back.”
“Really?” Windy sniggers. “Well, wouldn’t that be a shame if it got back to this Trudy girl?”
“I’m not sure that’s fair to the girls. I’m looking at getting back at the boys, not ruining any friendships.”
“Mia ain’t no genuine friend if she’s shagging her so called best friends’ boyfriend, now is she.” Windy waved me off. “That’s the number one rule in girl code. In fact, Trudy needs to know the truth, then she can decide whether Mia’s a friend or a back stabber. Besides, I’m sure Bell will get his fair share of Trudy’s wrath.”
Windy scribbles a few words down on paper, before raising her head again. “What about the other guys? What can we do to piss them off?”
“The rest, I don’t know that much about, other than them thinking they’re superior to everyone else in the school just because they play for the Capa Cobras.”
“What about the Linebacker, Marshall?” she asks.
“Mars? That big, thick lump of muscle’s only interested in the sport,” I huff out, shrugging my shoulders. When I think of him and try to pick out his negative points, it’s more difficult than it is with some of the others. It’s like he’s so focused on football that he refrains from being the centre of my torment, having just enough presence to keep in with his mates but off the teacher’s radar. “My impression of him is that he lives and breathes American football and couldn’t care less about anything other than being on that field on game day and being the best when he is. I don’t think he’s ever missed a training session or a game. He’s undoubtedly tight with Bell and wherever Bell is, he’s right beside him. Mars never says or does much, but he’s always there and seems to take great delight in watching me get humiliated.”
“We could get him banned from playing. Slip some illegal steroid stuff into his bag, then tip off the school. That would get him suspended, maybe even kicked off the team,” Windy sneered in a way that made me wonder where the hell this evil side had been hiding.
“I think that’s going a bit too far. Besides, where would we get the drugs from?”
“True,” she taps the top of the pen against her lip as she ponders.
“Laxatives,” I suggest. “Not sure how I’d slip it to him, though. I’d never be able to get near enough to tamper with his food or drink.”
“Do you think you could get into the changing rooms again without being caught?” Windy asks, her eyes light up with the idea that must have popped into her head.
“I guess so. I just need to time it right.”
“Fiery Jack,” she suggested. “Better still, Deep Heat Balm. You know that stuff that people use for muscle strains and aches. It heats up within seconds of being on your skin. You can get that as a roll-on, so you won’t get it on your hands.”
“And what exactly am I going to…” I stop talking because the look on Windy’s face and the dark mischievous glint in her eye tells me what she’s thinking. “His pants.”
“You’re damn right, girl,” she laughs out loud. “I can just picture his face when his balls are on fire. He’ll be off that field before the start of the first quarter and running off to the shower to wash his meat and two veg.”
“Bloody hell, Windy,” I gasp out my surprise. “Anyone would think that you’ve done this before.”
“What, taking revenge on an arsehole, or the heat treatment on a man’s dick?”
“Either?” The smile on Windy's face gives me the answer I needed. “OMG, both? Oh, my word, you have done this before. Damn Windy, you’re vicious.”
“Believe me, Honey, the male species have wronged me more than once in my lifetime.” Windy scribbles down in her book before snapping it closed and placing it on the desktop. “But I'll tell you something. Every single one of them regretted the day they underestimated me. Now, it’s your time to do the same.”
CHAPTER5
Over the next few weeks, Windy helps me plan out several tricks. Trying to hit the entire team is hard, so I pick out the top five that I want to target. Mars, Smithy, Cocker, Daz and, of course, my nemesis, Bell.
We conclude that the perfect time to put our plans into action would be at the school prom, which is just over a week away.
There’s only one exception, and that’s Mars.
Today is the last game of the season and as luck would have it, it’s being held at the JC Stadium in Leeds. At first, I think that all is lost as there’s no way I could get out of the house long enough to get there and back. Never mind past both of the team’s entourage and stadium staff and into the changing rooms. But Windy is a master planner and comes up with the perfect solution.
Dressed in conservative attire, Windy visited my father. After explaining that her respectable coffee shop was becoming busier day by day, she respectfully asked if he would consider allowing me to work for her. School was coming to an end, so a few hours in the evening wouldn’t affect my grades and she’d pay well. Actually, she’s willing to pay more, but she doesn’t let on to my father so that at least I get to pocket some for myself. Windy goes on to say that if it works out for all of us, then there’s an option of more hours once school is over.
Despite my father’s reservations, I could see the pound signs in his eyes and a job nearer home where he could still keep a tight hold on me was too good an offer. He agreed. Little did he know that Windy’s true motives were to get me away from his overbearing control and give me the time to put our plans into action.
