narrative-'I warned you'

 prank war, mc walks into a trap, boys vs girls, annoying bsf but turns out she was right all along

I flitted down the hall, darting around the corners lightly. Georgia meandered behind, hands in pockets as she hummed nonchalantly. 

"Georgia!" I hissed, snapping my head back to glower at her. "This prank war means everything-do you know how humiliating it will have to be to clean boys' toilets for a month if we lose?"

Georgia, unfazed, raised an eyebrow. "Your fault for getting into cohorts with Smelly Benny." She sniffed.

A plethora of unkind words was ready to burst through my lips, however I swallowed them down and proceeded to slink down the lockers. My mingled dread and regret left an unsettling sensation in my stomach-I should have not associated with Smelly Benny, Georgia was right. So much for blending in.

However, the torment Smelly Benny and his gang of like-minded, spotty stooges had tormented the girls of Silverlake High for too long. I was doing this for my women. Forcing him into ignominious retreat would mean our days of terror would be over.

I skulked down the hallways. The lights flickered-I froze, a deer in headlights. Georgia yawned as she trundled behind. "No use being sneaky," she murmured. "Benny's the king of pranks-his disappearance is leading you into a trap."

"I know what I'm doing, he has tutoring! Have faith in your best friend and her glorious egging prank!" 

Georgia's caustic expression said it all. I sighed, moving further down the morose, grey hallway. 

Here I was. This was now or never-my chance of winning. I could taste the victory. My mouth split into a complacent grin. Hand gripped onto the Math Class's door handle, egg box in hand and a reluctant best friend by my side, I swept the door open in passionate valour.

At least two cartons of eggs toppled down onto my head before I could even prepare myself. Squawking, I shrieked for Georgia as the nauseating orange gloop sank into my eyes. Egg shells scattered my uniform, as I miserably stared at the mucus-like substance drip down to my shoes. 

My cheeks burned, averting the gaze of what I knew was a triumphant Benny (who, as of right now, was no longer the smelliest). I turned to Georgia, heart sinking in my chest as I could almost envision all the urinals I'd be scrubbing for the next four weeks. 

Georgia's voice floated over my hung head. "I did warn you, you know."