Mission: Payback

Maggie, home for Spring Break, sits on my bed, scrolling through my iPod. "Baby Huey? Ying Yang Twins? Eminem?" she scoffs.
"It's my running music, Mags. Besides, is it really that bad for the white girl to be a little bit gangster?" I joke.
Maggie shoots me A Look, "Don't ever do that again."
I salute, "Ten-four, El Capitain."
I light up a cig and Maggie silently opens my window. "So, how has that thing with the chick gone?"
"Val?" i exhale a plume of smoke, "Not very far. We haven't talked since that night that I called you. Of course, every time that I've seen her, Grant and Maria have been breathing down her neck. It's lie they never let her go anywhere alone!"
I smoke silently for a little while, while Maggie play around with my iPod. "Before He Cheats" begin.
"Call me crazy...."Maggie begins.
"We both already know that you are, so wouldn't that be kind of pointless?"
Maggie holds up a hand-she is thinking- "You remember after Grant broke up with you?"
I grimmace, "All too well."
"Well, we never went on our mission did we?" she smiles wickedly. Maggie is the protector, the kick-butt-and-screw-the-names type of girl. After Grant broke up with me, she proposed a midnight excursion: I knew where Grant parked in the dorm lots, what his car looked like, and where his dorm was. I also knew that there were no cameras in the dorm lots.
After long, careful deliberation (about two seconds of it) I stand up and walk to my closet "You do have something dark, don't you?" I ask, tossing her a black, oversized hoodie.
"Of course. Do you wanna drive or should I?"
It is way after midnight by the time we pull into the dorm's nearly deserted parking lot. Shopping took much longer thatn we'd thought, both of us drunk on the prospect of being so bad, but we finally manage to get everything that we needed.
"Room first?" I ask. She nods, pulling out the plastic bag with the shaving cream, Sharpies, single-edged razor blades, and duct tape. I pop three pieces of Double Bubble into my mouth and hand three more to her.
"It's all so empty!" she whispers.
"Most are either at home or at parties." I'm growing nervous. "Alpha...Beta...Gamma. Thank God he's not upstairs." I hiss, glad that we wouldn't have to tramp up and down the steps. Grant's dorm is situated right under the steps, in the shadows. The night is dark, and our shoes quietly slip over the concrete up to the door.
Maggie pulls out a Sharpie, scrawling all over the door while I fill in the window, the doorknob, and the jamb of the door with shaving cream. When we finish, we both pull our wads of gum out and stuff them into the key hole.
The car is going to be a little more difficult. If the alarm is on, people will come running, so we decide to leave that for last. We each slash two of the tires and, as she fills in all of the windows with shaving cream and Sharpie, i wrap duct tape from under the driver's side door across the top to under the passenger side door. Maggie smiles at me, handing me a bat. "Let it all out, girl."
"Don't hit the duct tape." I reply, "It won't leave a mark."