“Where are we going?”
Trying not to leer at her cleavage, I told her, “On a field trip, my apprentice. Wear black.”
She shut the door on me and emerged less than a minute later wearing black leggings and a hoodie. We quietly went down the stairs and out the front door.
In my car, I asked her, “So, where does Josh live?”
She twisted in her seat, her eyes wide. “What are you going to do?”
“You mean, what are we going to do?”
“We’re going to beat him up together?” she guessed, eyes going impossibly wider.
“As romantic as that sounds, princess, we aren’t even going to see him. Now, where does he live?” She supplied me with directions and I parked my car a few houses down from his ten minutes later. Reaching into my backseat, I picked up the shopping bag which still had the cans of spray paint. There would be just enough left.
“Oh my god, we aren’t going to do what I think we are, are we?”
“See, you’re already learning from me.” Opening my glove compartment, I took out a black beanie. I placed it on Gianna’s head, hiding some of her dark blonde hair. “There, now you look like an adorable little robber.”
Josh’s truck was black, so we only used the white, aqua blue and hot pink paint. The truck was parked in the driveway, with the driver side closest to the front door, so we painted the passenger side. When he got into his truck the following morning, he probably wouldn’t even see what we’d done. We gathered up the cans when we were finished and put them back in the shopping bag.
Once we were back in my car and driving away, Gianna busted up laughing. “I can’t believe we did that! He’s going to freak! Oh no, what if he figures out it was us?”
“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll take care of him,” I assured her, turning up the radio.
High on adrenalin, I took hold of her hips before we went through the front door and kissed her. She must’ve felt as exhilarated as me because she matched my enthusiasm. Her arms twined around my neck. God, I loved her mouth. I kept telling myself to stop before I became addicted, but already nothing was better than kissing Gianna. As long it didn’t go any further, I figured no harm done.
Gianna was the one to end the kiss. “Thanks for the fun, Caleb.”
“Glad to be of service.” I watched her ass as she went inside and upstairs ahead of me.
*****
The next morning, I drove Gianna to school again. Eating the breakfast burritos Julie made us, we waited in my car in the parking lot for Josh to arrive. When he did, last night’s efforts proved to be well worth it. Everyone who caught the show laughed along with us. Josh exited his truck, still obviously clueless. He had a bewildered look on his face until he rounded the back of his truck to the other side where a crowd was gathering.
Since my car windows were rolled down his, “Who the fuck did this?” was loud and clear.
Written along the side of his truck was his first and last name, but that wasn’t all. For each letter of his name, coming down from that letter, Gianna and I had added a word to describe the wonderfulness that was Josh Larsen.
Jackass
Obsessive
Shithead
Hater
Limp-dick
Asshole
Rapist
Sleaze
Evil
Necrophiliac
We’d run out of room on the last word, but he’d get the gist of it. I was itching to go over there and beat the shit out of him for hurting Gianna, but I realized he would know then Gianna and I had vandalized his truck. I didn’t want him going after her for it. A target on my back wouldn’t have bothered me, but Gianna couldn’t fight back. I still owed him a beating. First chance I got, he’d meet my fists. Until then, I’d keep a close eye on Gianna at school.
Still sitting in my car, I warned her, “Gianna, I want you to be careful at school from now on. Go everywhere with at least one other person and wait at your locker for me after school. I’ll drive you to and from school for awhile.”
Shifting in her seat, she looked worried. “Okay, I guess.” Then with an impish smile, she added, “Do you think we should offer him the can of black spray paint we didn’t use to cover it up?” She laughed so I knew she wasn’t serious.
Picking up her backpack along with mine, I said, “Come on, princess, I’ll walk you to first next class.”
I had second and fourth periods with Gianna and I actually found myself eager to get to them. Last week she ignored me like a stranger, but this week she smiled at me when I came into class. I always sat in the back of my classes, so my view was of the back of her head in second period and her profile in fourth. I was so pathetic, acting like all the other guys at this school who worshipped Gianna.