Sleezy Girlfriend part 2

Its now senior year of highschool. three years have passed since i was saved by the spider. On this particular night i was in my friends basement playing poker with the guys. My best friend goes guys watch this and pours a red cup full of vodka and puts it infront of me. My best friend had seen me drink vodka straight, maybe twice, and had given me reputation for drinking it like it was water. In truth the burn didnt bother me so not to be shown up i picked up the cup and chugged all the vodka. A minute later i felt it brewing in my stomach and thought that might have been a bad idea. About 10 minutes later I came up with a great idea. Remember that slut i dated freshman year lets go paintball her house. I suppose deep down i still held a bit of disdain for her. I might have been because after she dumped me she told people i was gay or it could be that a few month earlier that year she had spread a rumor she slept with one of my favorite teacher and got him fired. My friends agreed and so i stumbled out of my house and walked down the block. We got in his minivan and started to drive. I had my paintball gun in my hand and was wearily looking out the window. All the cars were just flying past the window in a blur and started making me really car sick. I tried looking at the seat infront of me but it was too late. I opened the sliding door, my friend grabbed my belt, and i threw up all over the car next to use. The left me in a friendlys parking lot for an hour. I graciously decided to try and cover the whole parking lot with my puke. After that i felt a better and decided to try and climb on the roof. Unfortunately my friends came back just in time and refused to believe that i could really do it. They picked me up and started driving home. I immediately interjected by saying where the fuck are you going? the girls house is this way... after a little convincing that i could still handle my paintball gun we were back on mission. We turn down her block and there she is getting out of her latest victims car. She kisses him good bye and goes inside. It was time to strike. I was going that house with paint. We drive past her house slowly and i fire. I fired twenty... maybe thirty paintballs and i was only 15 feet away from house ... i.. i.. missed every single one of them... Except one. I am not sure how this happened but I believe it was a miracle. See just when i started to get trigger happy, she decided to open her bedroom window. One faithful paintball hit her right where her neck and shoulder meet. She came to school with a huge welt that made her look like a leper or something. Most people assumed it was some new STD and rumors immediately started. A paintball going through her window just sounded like a bad cover up story. so the next day i might have been deathly hung over, and i might have had to pay to have my friends car cleaned because my aim while throwing up is worse then while paintballing but the mission was a success and i had inner peace.