Parking Lot

[Jesse St. James]

Jesse shrugged, pressing his hand to his forehead as if to ward back a headache. "Why should I believe you? You're the rival."

[Kurt Hummel]

Kurt put his hands on his hips.

"Because if I were to try and sabotage your club, I wouldn't be so stupid as to come slash your tires. Again. In broad daylight. I'd do something much less immature, and much more harmful. Besides, I wouldn't want to ruin our chances of seeing Wicked."

[Jesse St. James]

Jesse traced his chin with his fingers as he processed this, then nodded. The boy before him was really into show tunes; he vaguely remembered that from his brisk time being in New Directions.

"Fine. I'll take your word on it. But revenge is a dish best served cold. If you're lying, you all had better watch out." he said warningly before narrowing his eyes at Puck.

[Kurt Hummel]

Kurt didn't like being in this situation. Being the less-arrogent one. Normally, witty come-backs came to Kurt naturally, but with Jesse it took him a minute to get his words together. Jesse radiated confidence, and it was intimidating.

"Ok ok! No need to sound like a cliche super villain."

[Jesse St. James]

Jesse chuckled at the other boy's response. "Cliche? I take offense to that. I am the furthest thing from being cliche."

[Kurt Hummel]

That really pushed Kurt's buttons when Jesse laughed at his some-what insult.
He held up an accusing finger and took a step closer to Jesse.

"Ha! The furthest thing from- Ha! You're the attractive male lead that's full of himself. You make everyone sick, but nobody admits it because you're talented, and they have to suck up to you. Everything you say is 'I'm charming but despicable at the same time.' There's a Jesse St. James in every theatre company in the world."

[Jesse St. James]

An insipid smile curled up Jesse's lips at Kurt's reponse and he also took a step forward to be intimidating. "Hmm, this is news to me. I thought that I was the only Jesse St. James. I should go enlist my clones then and make an even more thriving glee club than Vocal Adrenaline. Also, I'm flattered. The enemy thinks I'm attractive, talented and charming. I'm afraid you're not up to par on any of those though." He shot back in a choppy lie, his grey blue eyes running over the other boy before him with mild distaste, even though he somewhat appreciated his fashion tastes. It was quite refreshing to see another well dressed teenage boy.

[Noah "Puck" Puckerman]

Puck wanted to punch Kurt. He had ruined his plan. Well at least he still had that mask of his on. Seeing that Jesse and Kurt were distracted, he crept to the back of the neat row of vocal adrenaline cars, hidden from their view. He silently removed the long sharp blade from his backpack, and ran down the row ofneat cars, slashing their tires. Although it was only the front Two wheels, it was good enough. Smirking, he then took out a box of his mum's diamond rings which he had managed to sneak out. He ran his hand--which was heavy with those big diamonds, down the hoods of the cars. What better way to make an impression than using diamonds? He smirked. They were going to pay. Being careful and ensuring everything was back in his bag, and the balloon which contained rotten eggs, vineggar, and some obnoxious unknown liquid which made him wanna barf whenever he smelt it, he readjusted his mask, and sprinted towards his truck. Along the way he was sure to take careful aim and throw the balloon at Jesse st jerkface, guffawing when the balloon hit the brunette, and the foul smell of his concoction filled the air. "take that, jerk face." he spat, grateful for the mask over his nose. He hopped into the truck and drove off, leaving him drenched in the mixture. He smirked to himself, Jesse st jerkface would never smell the same again.

[Jesse St. James]

Jesse let out an outraged noise as he was drenched in a repugnant smelling concoction. His eyes began to water over from the intensity of the smell, and he gagged before stepping back from Kurt’s car and pulling out his cell phone. “That’s it. I should have known. You were distracting me so that he could do that. I’m calling Shelby. Your moronic glee club isn’t coming anywhere near to the production of Wicked this Friday unless you pay for it on your own, which I doubt that you could. And what was that guy's name? Puck? I'm going to make sure that this is reported to the police this time.”

With that, he spun on his heel as he dialed Shelby's number and tried not to puke out his intestinal tract from the horrendous smell of the substances dripping down his shirt. He was in essential need of fastidious grooming, and he was going to need to go straight to his aunt's salon. Thank the world for miracles that she was a beautician. She would know exactly how to get rid of this stench.

[Kurt Hummel]

Kurt's face turned bright red and his hands went into little fists. He was about to say something about selective listening when all of a sudden... did the sky just puke on Jesse? No, then came Puck's triumphant laugh.

Kurt would have laughed, but the smell was making his throat clench up. Then Jesse was walking away holding a cell phone just far enough from his ear so that it didn't get goop on it.

Kurt swore under his breath and got in his car to drive home.

[Jesse St. James]

(LOL, drama! xD)

[Brittany Pierce]

Kurt?? are you alright?
BRiTTANY!!!<3<3

[Kurt Hummel]

When Kurt got home he went straight downstairs and flopped onto his bed, without turning on the light. He rolled over and felt his cell phone in his pocket. That reminded him that Brittany was probably wondering why he hadn't texted back, and that he should tell her about what happened.

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