Page 40 of Unhinged Kallie

“How do you play with that bunch of idiots and not go insane?”

“Football is for me what being a mechanic is for your dad,” he said, turning around and jogging away. As strange as that answer was to anyone else, it made a lot of sense.

The game started in an hour and was conveniently at our school. The hallways were quiet, and I took advantage, ducking into one of the classrooms where I could see the football field. Sitting on a desk, I let my feet swing as I listened to the marching band play and the announcer introduce the teams. I patiently watched the game as I counted down. There was a very small window that I had to pull this off, and I waited until the line of red jerseys made their way onto the field after half-time before jumping down and heading out into the hall.

I needed to be fast. First, I grabbed the laundry bin I’d stuffed in the janitor’s closet and pushed it back to my locker. There I loaded my little surprise before jogging to the locker rooms. The only sound was one squeaky wheel that needed to be greased. Poking my head into the boy’s locker room, I didn’t hear anyone and quickly pulled the laundry cart inside.

Troy said the team always took ice baths at the end of a game. There were eleven tubs in a line, and just like Troy said they would be, each was set up with cold water already. Pulling out the heavy gloves and gas mask, I put them on to be safe and opened the first thermos. I dumped half of the lye powder into the tub, then turned and put the rest in the second. Each one of the thermoses held enough for two tubs unless I wanted to melt the skin from their bodies. I didn’t want to go quite that far, but burns that made them walk funny for months was perfect.

I quickly laced the ten tubs, then pulled the plug on the eleventh so Troy had the excuse not to use one. He was never a fan of ice baths with the other guys, so it wouldn’t be odd for him not to participate. Part one was complete, and I tossed the empty thermoses in the laundry hamper again, pushing the cart out into the hall. Part two was to dispose of the thermoses in the green garbage bin that conveniently would be picked up tomorrow. Part three was my favorite part of all.

I could hear cheering as I dashed back to the locker room with my laundry bin. Lining it up with the others, I found the locker Troy had mentioned, slipped inside, and took out my phone.

This was my first real stalking mission, and my heart pounded hard as the excitement coursed through my body. Not only had this group of jerks picked on me time and again since I started here last year, but they got Carter suspended. If it weren’t for my dad, he wouldn’t be able to participate in the combine, and that was something I couldn’t tolerate.

Each breath I took calmed me a little more until my hand stopped shaking from the adrenaline. Of course, I couldn’t help but think about the kiss Carter had almost given me. My dad had the worst timing. Just ten more seconds, and I would’ve had my first kiss. Instead, he was back to avoiding me unless it was for breakfast and dinner. I wondered what he tasted like, what his lips would feel like moving against mine. Would he run his fingers through my hair or grip the back of my neck?

If I closed my eyes, I could feel his breath on my face as he spoke and the warmth of his body pressed against mine. The feral look in his eyes as he’d fought Taylor sent a thrill through my body.

The door banging open with a cheer jerked me out of my fantasy, and I quickly hit record.

“We are the champions, we are the mother-fucking champions,” the guys yelled and gave one another high-fives as they banged their helmets together and smacked one another on the ass. I really didn’t understand the dynamics of a sports team. To me, they all acted like animals with no manners. It also didn’t seem to matter which team it was. They all behaved the same way. Even Carter’s teams celebrated by hooting, hollering stupid chants, and pounding their chests.

“Alright, quiet down,” Coach Brown said as he came through the door. The guys quieted as I watched them through the narrow slats of the locker. “You were all winners out there, but more importantly, you’re all winners in here. I’m not going to do a long speech. I’m sure you’re all sick of those this year, but I’m proud of all your hard work and what we accomplished tonight. Have your baths, head home, and then tomorrow night, we party at Vampirism.”

The guys cheered again. I knew the name of the strip club. I’d even seen it a few times when we drove out to a neighboring town, but why would a coach take the guys there? I mean, he was like a teacher. Did all teachers take their students to strip clubs? Had Carter’s coach ever done something like that? I would have to kill the coach if he had.

“You’re the best, Coach,” Taylor said, and I smirked. Too bad his cock was going to be out of commission tomorrow.

The trainer came in and began dumping ice cubes into the tubs. I heard him swear and knew he’d found my empty tub.

“Shit, one of the plugs came out. We are short one tub. I can quickly refill it.”

“Naw, man, you know I hate the ice baths. It must be kismet. You guys go for it, and I’ll stick to my ‘oh so bad for me’ hot shower.”

“Wuss.” The guy who had picked me up in the fight said and then snapped Troy on the ass with a towel. Troy laughed, but I could tell he wanted to jump on the guy and rip his throat out. As the others rounded the corner to the training area, Troy glanced at the locker I was in and smirked before he strode off to the showers.

It didn’t take long before the guys began complaining about a burning sensation, and then the sweet sound of screaming started. There was splashing and more screaming as guys yelled for help, but the priceless moment was when Taylor ran into the changing area, hysterically crying that his cock was melting off.

I hadn’t put in enough lye for that, but damn, his dick was in bad shape. It was dangling and looked like a sloppy piece of bright red and blistering meat. Some skin was definitely peeling off as he wailed along with the rest of the team. All they needed was smoke rising from their bodies to complete the picture.

Troy ran around the corner, “What the fuck is going on?” He skidded to a stop, and I zoomed in on his horrified expression. “Holy shit.” He dutifully ran to the phone on the wall and ordered the guys to go to the showers.

Only a few of the guys made it, and the rest were crying like a bunch of babies. A few of them made the unfortunate mistake of touching their faces, and their skin was blistered and swollen. The coach burst in as Troy was on the phone with 9-1-1. It was mass hysteria, and I fucking loved every second of it.

Ambulances arrived, and the police took water samples and interviewed everyone, including those being loaded and shipped out. Troy was one of the best actors I’d ever seen. If I didn’t know him, I would’ve said he was traumatized. He was hugging his body as he bounced on his feet and kept saying, ‘Oh my god, that could’ve been me,’ and ‘Are they going to be okay?’ The police seemed to believe he had nothing to do with what happened since he was with the guys the entire time and only opted not to have the bath when the trainer said one was empty.

It took longer than I expected for the mess to be cleaned up and for the staff and the authorities to leave. I knew my dad would be wondering by now what was taking so long when the game ended a few hours ago. In hindsight, I should’ve set up a camera I could control remotely, but seeing this in person was the icing on the melting cock cake.

I did, however, set up the final piece to my revenge while I was trapped. It paid to have a hacker in the family willing to show you the basics. Carter was freaking awesome with any tech. I was much better with a blade. I knew just enough to get by and had set up a burner phone and a fake school account last year for just the right moment. This qualified as the right moment.

I even set up the release on a timer for three days from now. I went with an image of Taylor naked, his burnt red cock on display with the words, ‘My night at Vampirism was so hot it burnt my cock off.’ I then readied the clip of the coach saying he was going to take the guys to a strip club and got it ready to send to all the staff.

The lights finally turned off, and when I could no longer hear voices, I slipped out of the locker and tiptoed to the window on the far side of the room. I had to pick up one of the wooden benches and put it under the window to reach the latch on the top. My arms were shaking by the time I slipped the lock open and pushed it out enough that I could fit.

“Could you help a girl out?” I whispered, and arms reached in and clasped my hands. Troy heaved me out the window, and I fell to the ground.

“Took you long enough,” he said.