The Taste of Revenge

Kait

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Nov 22, 2014
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It was time.

Chloe had endured countless minor pranks at the monkey boy's hands. Broken pencils, slippery floors, startling noises, and she always laughed or shrugged it off. But she would not take all these minor jokes sitting down - oh no. Today, she would taste sweet revenge.

Revenge, as it turned out, tasted like whipped cream. A disposable pie tin and a canister of whipped cream were all she needed. The two occasionally held study meet-ups when they were both in student council, and now that the last round of midterms was over, they had a new round of essays and other forms of torture awaiting them for the fresh semester.

They agreed upon a time and place for the study session. Her laptop sat upon a table in the study room, seemingly unattended. Chloe stood just around the corner from the doorway, pie tin in hand. As soon as Wei opened the door he would have a whole pie tin full of whipped cream smooshed onto his face and a laughing demonette reveling in her triumph over him.
 
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