Possessive Coach

“I know, right? But come on. We’ll spray paint his door and toilet paper his whole house. It’s stupid but it’ll feel good.”

I bite my lip and consider it for a second. I know it won’t change anything. Erik will keep harassing me and he’ll keep getting away with it.

But it’ll feel good to do something for a change instead of just sitting back and waiting for things to magically go away.

“I think we need to go to the store,” I say.

“Yeah, we do.” She grins at me. “We’ll get those mega huge rolls. And some black spray paint. I was thinking we can write ‘this guy sucks balls’ or something.”

“Maybe just ‘asshole’ or like ‘small dick’ or something a little more succinct.”

“Right, right, okay.” She nods and moves out of the kitchen. “Okay, you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure,” I say. “Fuck it. Let’s get the asshole back.”

She grins at me. “All right. That’s my girl. Let me go grab my wallet then we’ll head out.”

I nod as she leaves the room. I walk over to my bag, grab my wallet and slip it into my back pocket, then cross my arms. I look out our window at the street and for a second, I think I’m making a mistake.

But no, screw that. I’m not backing down. We’re going to pay Erik back, at least a little bit.

It won’t make a difference but at least it’ll feel good.13DavidI roll up in my truck and park outside of Chloe’s. I text her to let her know that I’m waiting. It’s just after midnight and the streets are empty. No students wander around, and the campus looks dead, at least from where I’m sitting.

I don’t know what the plan is. All I know is Chloe has some kind of revenge planned on Erik. As soon as she called and asked if I could be their ride, I knew I couldn’t turn her down. I’ve been feeling too fucking guilty lately for not being more aggressive with Erik, so I’m willing to do whatever I can to help. Besides, if she’s going after him, no matter how small or petty, I want to make sure I have her back.

I check my phone and a minute later, two girls slip out of the building. I recognize Sara and Chloe as they come running to my truck and cram themselves inside.

They’re both wearing all black, head to toe. Black ski masks, black shirts, black jeans, black shoes. They look like cliché robbers and I’m pretty sure if anyone sees them, we’re all going to get shot.

But that’s not the thing that makes me laugh.

“Toilet paper?” I ask, staring at the big pack in Sara’s hands.

“Hi, David,” she says. “And yes, toilet paper.”

“We’re going to TP his house,” Chloe explains, leaning over toward me. She grins and kisses me. “Thanks for driving.”

I groan. “Are you kidding? That’s what you’re doing?”

“I know, it’s stupid,” Chloe says. “But it’ll be fun. You don’t have to help.”

I hesitate. “It’s juvenile.”

“Yep,” Chloe agrees.

“And he deserves worse.”

“Much worse,” Sara mutters.

“But fuck it. I bet I can throw higher than either of you.”

Chloe laughs, kisses me again, and I put the truck in gear. “So where’s he live?”

Chloe gives me directions as Sara breaks open the toilet paper bundle and gets them ready. She has a couple cans of black spray paint, but I don’t ask what those are for.

Erik lives on the opposite side of campus in a three-story house tucked at the corner of a clean block full of bungalows. The house stands out because it’s much taller, in a different style, and clearly very new. I drive past it and park down at the far end in the shadow of a large maple tree.

“All right,” I say. “You guys ready?”

Chloe nods seriously. “I was born for this,” she says.

“Don’t be dramatic,” Sara says. “But yeah, we’re ready.”

I laugh and grab a roll. “Okay. We’ll head over, throw the TP, and run back. Got it?”

“Got it.” Sara pulls down the mask.

I frown at them. “No masks though, please. I don’t want someone to call the cops.”

Sara sighs. “But it’s so cool.”

Chloe pulls her mask down. “We’re masked up, David. Get on board.”

I laugh and shake my head then jump out of the truck. “Come on.”

We move down the sidewalk together. I take point and hurry past the quiet, dark bungalows. Nothing stirs, nothing moves, as we hurry toward Erik’s place. I have no clue how many people live in that building, but I’d guess it’s full of football players. It occurs to me that it might be a little confusing to the people that live in there, and they might not realize who we’re targeting.

But fuck it. As soon as we reach the front, I throw my TP roll as high as I can up through a tree. It spirals back, paper looping through a branch, and drops back down.