A/N: YAY! It's now time for another of my not-so-famous stories. Wahoo go me :)
As it will be with all my stories from now on; this story is named after a lyric from a song. In this particular case the lyric is 'Spin out of control' from the song 'Kotov Syndrome' by 'Rise Against'
BTW in this story Megan is in the year below Drake at the same school, just thought I'd mention it. :)
As always I own nothing (unfortunately) except Randy Carter, which, let's be honest isn't really anything to shout about.
Chapter 1 (of who knows how many)
Megan Parker pulled her head out of the locker and looked down the corridor.
Still no one around. She thought.
She dived back into the locker and continued to rummage through the junk that was in it. The locker in question was her brother, Drake's locker.
Megan knew her brother was oh so predictable; his locker combination was his birthday.
The amount of stuff he had in there was unreal. Most of the stuff in there was actually several pieces of paper with different phone numbers on them.
"He's just a wannabe pimp." Megan sighed to herself.
At last, she found what she was looking for, Drake's journal, the little blue book that he wrote all his thoughts in… well, what little thoughts he had anyway.
Megan was starting to run out of ideas for pranks, so she needed to find out which pranks Drake hated most, so that she could repeat those ones. She flicked through his journal, looking for any entries that mentioned her pranks.
Suddenly, a page caught her eye. It was from a few months ago. Drake had written about some guy called Randy Carter (if anyone called Randy Carter is reading this then I apologize, I just thought of a random name). He said that Randy was a bully and that he had beaten Drake up a few years ago, but now he goes to their school.
A devious smile crept onto Megan's face.
"Perhaps I should go and see this Randy guy." She said gleefully.
After a lot of searching, taking up practically all of her lunch break, Megan found someone who knew where Randy Carter was.
"Yeah, I know where Randy is," said a girl from the same grade as Drake when Megan asked her.
Megan knew she was in Drake's grade because she was another one of his bimbo ex-girlfriends.
"He's round the back of the cafeteria with his mates. Why do you need him anyway?"
"I just need to speak to him is all." Megan replied nonchalantly.
The girl just smiled and walked away. Megan smiled another evil smile to herself.
This prank is gonna be piss funny! She thought to herself.
As she rounded the corner towards the back of the cafeteria, she could smell fag smoke. It didn't bother her though; she knew she wasn't going to be there for very long.
As she approached, some of the boys noticed her and fanned out around her. They were originally all huddled round in a group, so that passers by wouldn't be able to see what they were doing.
"Which one of you is Randy Carter?" she asked the crowd of boys.
"What's it to you, squirt?" one of them asked, stepping forward.
He was tall and well built, with strong looking arms and legs. He towered over Megan, attempting to intimidate her, but she wasn't scared of him or any of the others.
"Randy, I presume?" Megan asked coolly.
"What do you want?" Randy retorted angrily.
"How would you like to make some easy money?" she said, smiling as she did.
"I'm listening." He replied, taking a step backwards to allow her some room.
He was still frowning at her, but he also had a look of curiosity on his face.
"You know Drake Parker don't you?" she questioned.
"Parker…? Yeah… I think I do." He said, smiling evilly.
"Well, his car is parked just round the corner from here." She started "When he goes to it after school, I need you to scare him so much that he shits himself… Ok?
She held out her hand with a ten dollar bill in it.
Randy grinned maliciously, when he saw the money being presented to him.
"Yeah, all right, we'll 'scare' him." Randy said, taking the money from Megan's hand.
Megan didn't like the way he said last part, nor did she like the way he was smiling. She also didn't like the fact that he said we,
Does he really need his whole gang, just to scare Drake? She thought.
"Now beat it shrimp!" Randy shouted at her.
She nodded, unfazed by the volume of his voice.
"You never saw me!" she replied quietly.
Randy just frowned at her before turning back to his gang and lighting another fag.
As Megan walked away, she had a really bad feeling in her gut. She felt that something wasn't right.
She looked over her shoulder at the group of teenagers smoking behind the cafeteria. Her gut felt even worse when she looked back at them, but she continued walking to her next class.
Now that he wasn't even anywhere near her, Megan felt intimidated by Randy. But she just brushed it off, hoping that her prank on Drake would go smoothly.
A/N: I know it's short but I'm building it up to the next chapter.
I'm gonna keep mentioning my challenge until I have floods of people doing it! So start now! If you don't already know about it, check my profile.
As always, constructive criticism is not only tolerated but actively encouraged. R&R :)