"Okay, Horst," Vinnie said turning his head sharply, "What do you see?"
"Fuck you're Ryan or are you Vinnie?"
"I'm Vinnie wearing Ryan, and I'm never taking your jerk jock friend off, if his crazy ass bitch Stacy does anything to me - Vinnie," he added as emphasis. "She just told me -but she thought she told Ryan that she's got a plot to screw Katie out of the Prom Queen competition, which will also ruin my valedictory chances. So you and Carter, if you ever want to have your jock boy as more than my jockstrap had better make sure that whatever Stace has planned fails. Got it?"
"Yeah, Vin - er, Ryan, sorry man, I'll do what I can." he added staring at Vinnie's bulging crotch.
A minute or two later, Horst was talking to Carter, when Stacy approached them.
"Jock 1 and Jock 2, where's Jock Boy?"
"Hanging where jocks hang," snickered Carter. Horst glared at him.
"Fine, you two will do. I've set things in motion, and I need you two to do exactly what I tell you."
Horst said, "If it's anything to do with Katie and Prom, Vinnie warned me he knows all about it."
"How the fuck could he know? I just - damn, there must've been a girl listening in one of the stalls. I keep forgetting that weasel boy is straight. He just acts and looks so gay.
Horst who was a closet case just shrugged. "Guess, you can't tell by looks."
"So he knows. Well, I'll just tweak the plan a bit, and it should still work."
Horst could envision Stacy on a broomstick cackling. He asked, "So what are you wearing to prom tonight. Ruby slippers?"
"Huh? Oh, red is the school color," she said back at him, "What does it matter?"
"Well, the blood would get all over your shoes, but if they're red it won't show."
"Blood? What blood? That's not the plan. Good Vinnie got it wrong. Here's the plan..."