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"Sweet Mother of Jesus"

Those were the four words that escaped from Jane's mouth who sat across the table from me, her sparkling blue eyes widening as they skimmed through the front page of the newspaper.

"The infamous Charlie's Angels caught on tape" she slowly read out loud.

My brain stuttered for a moment as I registered her words. Every part of me goes on pause while my thoughts catch up. Then, I spat out the soda I was drinking.

Beside her, Amber shot me a glare before ripping the newspaper out of Jane's hands.

"I swear if its one of those lame pranks of yours- " she began to say but halted when her face stuck in an incredulous expression.

"Holy guacamole! She's not lying" Amber said slowly as if she couldn't believe herself. Yeah, Jane not lying was that much of a shocker.

I placed my soda can down and hastily grabbed the newspaper from Amber's hands, poring over it.

Sure enough, Jane's exact words were imprinted in big bold letters on the front page as the banner headline.

THE INFAMOUS CHARLIE'S ANGELS CAUGHT ON TAPE DURING THE HOURS OF DARKNESS.

My gaze shifted to picture centered in the midst of the minuscle compact characters, scrutinizing it.

It was a zoomed grainy picture of us from last night at our last target's residence. Thankfully, It was night-time and the image came out rather gloomy and blurred but if you squinted your eyes, ignoring the blurriness and rather focused on the colors of the figures, you could distinguish a tress of platinum blonde hair peeking out of the beanie of one of the three masked figures dressed in black.

I slammed the newspaper back on the table and shot Jane a nasty glare. If glares could kill, she would be six feet under.

"Jane" I began to say slowly, "Do you have any idea how that beach head of yours could get us deep trouble?" I asked in exasperation.

"I thought we made it clear to tie your hair up before we left" Amber added.

"In my defense, know that unnatural bends in your hair and the way your elastic is tied around your hair can cause breakage" she defended, crossing her arms across her chest.

I pinched the bridge of my nose in exasperation "What's the use of hair on your head if its empty inside!"

Jane drilled an accusing finger at me "Did you just call me stupid?"

I snorted loudly "Calling you stupid is an insult to stupid people"

Jane opened her mouth to protest but closed it afterwards. She placed her hand on her chest and looked at me with hurtful eyes, "That was very offensive" she said feigning to be hurt.

"Alright. Get a grip you two!" Amber snapped, making both of us sit back down.

"Whatever happened, happened. Its of no use crying over spilt milk now. We need to focus on what lies ahead instead. Don't you think?" Amber carefully explained.

"And Jane" she added "Next time you let that hair down, I'll personally turn you into Voldemort"

I sighed, realizing whatever she said was right and glanced at Jane who was still sulking in the corner.

Talk about being dramatic.

When I understood she wasn't going to talk, I cleared my throat, gathering her attention "Listen Im sorry I hurt your feelings when I called you stupid"

I paused before mumbling under my breath "I really thought You already knew"

"Is this an apology or an insult?"

Yeah maybe I mutter too loudly.

"Can't it be both?"

The sides of Jane's lips slightly tugged into a small smile before she slided a folded piece of paper on the table in my direction.

I unfolded the paper and neated the creases in an attempt to make the writing more clear.

To Charlie's Angels,

If you would've told me boys are nothing but solely womanizers a while ago, I would fail to agree. Ask me that now and I'll tell you how guys do nothing but play with our heart strings like those in guitars until it splits into two only to be then used to tie up in another relationship. This is all I can concede after getting my heart broken over a boy who isn't even worth it.

Call me a sadist, but I can no longer spend my nights crying while he is probably spending his nights in a stripclub having fun.

I strongly admire the braveness of you rebels and this is exactly why I'm approaching you to teach him an unforgettable lesson.

Here's all the information you need about him:

Address: 2785 Highland Drive, West Allis, California.

Oh and please do let him know the jerk store called; They're running out of manwhores.

Sincerely,
Alissa.

There was picture of the guy clipped to the letter and I easily recognized him as one of the elites of the school. KYLE BLAKELY ;the hottest and biggest player of St Mary High. He was a loudmouth, cocky sex addict that oozed confidence no doubt from his bags of money and good looks. Kyle lured girls to him like moths to a flame but little did they know they'd burn their wings and never be able to fly again. One by one, he'd win every girl and one by one, they'd all lose. He was on top of my hitlist for years and I was planning something prodigious for him.

An evil smirk crept at the corner of my lips "Looks like we found our next target pigeon"

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"Spray paint?"

"Check"

"Baseball bat? "

"Check"

"Eggs?"

....

"I said Egg-" Amber repeated, turning around to face me "Where's Jane?"

I shrugged "She was here a moment ago"

"Guys! Wait for me!"

We simultaneously turned around to the owner of the voice and sure enough, it was a Jane running... Well, more like waddling like a penguin behind us.

"Why-" she paused to catch her breath "Are you-" deep breath again "walking to fast?" she was crouching on her knees and panting as if she just ran a marathon.

"The real question is, Why are you walking at such a slow pace?" Amber shook her head in exasperation.

"My feet hurt!" she wailed pointing to her shoes.

Amber looked at her as if she said the most ridiculous thing ever "I can still see our cars from her-" she faltered when her eyes landed on her shoes, her mouth forming into an O shape.

Jane was wearing heel ankle boots.

I mentally face palmed myself.

"Why on Earth are you wearing heel ankle boots on a Vandalism mission?"

In her defense, she had this to say "Its the signature of Charlie's Angels!"

"Take it off" my voice was getting higher,edging with irritation. This girl was going to get us in deep trouble one day.

"If you're going to yell, don't be so loud! Do you want us behind the bars?"

I paused, registering her words "That doesn't make any sense"

"Fine. But What will I wear then? Flip flops?"

I shrugged "Why not?"

"Wait you actually brought flip flops? Why on earth would you bring flip flops to a vandalism mission? "

"Maybe because I knew you would pull one of those stupid stunts of yours?" I retorted.

Jane snorted "These are called heels babe. They're classy not stupid. But how would you know considering you dress like a Vagrant!"

"Oh yeah. At least I don't look like lady gaga on her way to the barbie world"

"You're delusional" she laughed

"Yeah. I will be the one laughing my ass off at your face when you kiss the floor"

It wasn't even five minutes after I those words left my mouth that we heard a thunderous thud behind us.

"What was that?" Amber asked abruptly whipping her head around in full defense mode.

"My shirt" Jane replied sheepishly, dusting her clothes.

Amber raised an eyebrow "That's weird. It sounded heavy"

Jane snorted "Yeah. That's because I was in it"

Remind me to make her wear flip flops next time.

One hour later we were standing outside Kyle's house, smirking satisfactorily at our wonderful work on his lavish Lamborghini.

"Now the finishing touches" Jane smirked, popping the cap of her red lipstick off.

"Kyle will love his surprise" Amber grinned evilly, starring at our finished schedeuvre.

"Oh you have no idea"

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