A Dangerous Game •Jon Moxley•

18; We're Gonna Have So Much Fun

"Gosh, it feels like every week I have you three in my office!" Weller yelled, staring all three of us down.

"Well sir, in my defense, I didn't know they were in here-" Olivia interjected, but Weller held his hand up.

"I saw you two on the cameras outside using janitor keys to enter. So don't even try to lie." He snapped.

"Wow, everyone for themselves, huh?" I scoffed.

"Astrid, I'm extremely disappointed in YOU. I warned you before this was the last straw for this type of behavior.." Weller frowned. "You and Olivia are disqualified from the election."

"We lost anyways." I revealed, making Olivia gasp.

"You saw the results?!" She looked at me in disbelief.

"Yeah I did. So it doesn't matter now." I shrug.

"Can you just tell me how much longer my detention sentence just got?" Jon threw a hand up. "I'm getting pretty hungry."

"That brings me to my next point..as you know Grace and Jacob have expressed their feelings about having a more creative atmosphere in school, so in November we are putting on a play written by Max." Weller explained.

"Great for all the nerds," Olivia groaned. "What does that have to do with us?"

"You three will all be starring in the play." He informed.

"Weller your a funny funny man." Jon chuckled. "But I'm not starring in a damn play."

"Yes you are Jon." He said more sternly. "Auditions are held after school tomorrow. I'll be there to make sure you all attend."

"Is there another option besides this? You gave Astrid a choice last time." Olivia whined.

"The play or get expelled." He smirked.

"I guess I'll see you guys later," Olivia pouted as she left.

I quickly followed her, just wanting to get out of there.

"I bet we lost because of you not showing up Yesterday!" Olivia pointed at me angrily in the parking lot.

"Olivia, it's not just my fault." I corrected. "We were a team."

"Whatever. I gave it my ALL, and you treated it as a joke." She spat. "Stay out of my way Astrid, or you'll regret it."

She hopped in her car and sped away.

Great, one more thing I need.

- - -

Walking into school I knew the rest of the students would be overjoyed that Olivia had been dethroned.

But me, I actually felt kind of bad for her. Besides the cheer squad, the only real friend she had was..me.

When I opened my locker, dozens and dozens of newspapers spilled out of it. Right on the cover was a picture of Grace and Jacob with the underlined words 'AND THE WINNERS ARE!'

"Hey Astrid, I see you've found my little gift I left," Grace smirked, sidling up beside me. "I made sure Olivia got the message too."

I whipped my head to see Olivia down the hall, just beginning to open her locker. As if on cue, papers began to fall down by her feet.

Wait..these weren't the newspapers though.

I slammed my locker shut and rushed over to her, picking a paper off the ground so I could see it.

It was an edited photo of her as Donald Trump, with the caption 'ONE HORRIBLE PERSON DOWN...ONE MORE TO GO.'

"Olivia, just ignore it," I muttered.