Sorry so much for the wait! Here is chapter two. Lucky you it's picked up speed. The next chapter should be up sometime this week (don't hold me to that). So here it is ladies and gentlemen! ~~~


"Are you sure he's gay? He might just have a flamboyant personality!" She emphasized the word flamboyant with some extra air as she recapped the day with me.

"No I'm pretty sure…" I gave her an 'are you crazy? I'm totally right.' Look. She swung out her hip and stared at me.

"How do you know for sure?" She wasn't being subtle about her doubt.

"Hmmm… I don't know. Maybe it's the way he always wants to go shopping and criticizes my clothes, or maybe it's because he walks like a woman, or maybe it's because He Told Me!" I jumped out of my seat with my finger in the air like 'eureka' or LIGHTBULB! She laughed at the way I contorted my face into mock enlightenment.

"Ok, if he told you it must be true. So if you don't like Alexy like that then who?" I just stared at her. It's the first day why would she think I already like someone? I've hardly met 5 new people, much less a crush! Although… Red maybe… I shook the thought from my head, after all, I only just met him and I did kind-of attack him with a door. There was no way he would like me even if I did like him. Oh shit, Tag noticed my pause. "OMG I knew there was someone!" she screamed at me. "There's always someone! How could you not have a crush on someone at a school full of super-hotties in a town called Sweet Amoris?!" I thought about it for a while and concluded she was, somehow, somewhat right. Red had a way of appealing to me and Alexy's brother Armin seemed like a really cool person from what Alexy told me. But again, first day, no possible way to know for sure yet. All of a sudden Tag blurted, "Hey you wanna do something fun?!" She gave me her 'I've thought of a prank' look. And I couldn't resist her pranks.

Oh this was so good. Tag's prank was the perfect combination of harmless, devious, devilish, and lasting-but-not-permanent. Two days later, we got to school early to find mostly empty hallways inhabited only by Nathaniel and the occasional teacher scurrying between classrooms. Luckily Nat mostly stayed in the student council room, not outwardly questioning our presence. Our backpacks were heavy with the supplies it would take to pull off this prank. We would have to time it so it would affect our target and not some innocent person who happened upon our trap. We had noticed yesterday that the Pratabies visit the women's bathroom on a regular basis of: five minutes into first hour, and then once every hour on the hour after that. They always used the first level bathroom closest to the student council room because it is farthest from all of their classes which consist mostly of study halls and fashion 101 or makeup. After our encounter with Ms. Prataby the first day Tag and I kept tabs on their schedules. First hour was cosmetology, which they all had. The only one of them who didn't have a study hall for every hour was Charolette who seemed to find some apparent satisfaction from academics. This, the first hour of the day was when our prank would take place. One day Tag decided to spy on them first hour from one of the stalls. Amber walked in and sprayed water in her hair then slow drying hairspray. She walked over to one of the hand dryers and put her head beneath it turning it on to dry the spray while she fluffed it out. It was this that made Tag's idea so genius! The fact that they were so predictable only made our job that much easier.

Like I said, the halls were mostly empty. We made our way to the first level bathroom with our prank supplies loaded into our backpack. I managed to catch a glimpse of Nathaniel before we slipped through the door. He was hunched over some paper, scribbling, without ever looking up. Perfect. It was too early to set up so we stored our supplies in the handicap stall closed the door and crawled out underneath the door. I grabbed a flathead screwdriver from my bag before crawling out. I walked up to the hand dryer and saw that the small screws holding the frame to the machine were Philips-head. Shit.

"Hey Tag, minor problem." She walks over and scoffs at the machine. "I'm sure the janitor will have one."

"We'll have to steal one, they're not just gonna let us take a screwdriver without explanation." We walked down the hallway, fast and attentive, we didn't want to draw attention. There it was, the big metal door to the janitor closet was closed and locked but that really didn't matter. At my old school I had become quite the locksmith. I pulled out my screwdriver and a paper clip. I pushed the screwdriver into the bottom of the lock, unfolded the paperclip, pushed that into the top of the lock and jiggled it around while turning the screwdriver. There was a small click and I pulled the screwdriver and paperclip out. The door was heavy when I opened it and it gave a low groan. I flipped on the lights as Tag stood watch. It wasn't hard to find a Philips-head and I was in and out in under a minute. As we made our way back to the correct hallway, we were stopped by the fabulous Lysander.

"You don't look suspicious." He commented eyeing the two screwdrivers in my belt loop.

"Well as long as we don't look suspicious." Tag said smirking playfully.

"Would you believe me if I said we were helping the Janitor?"

"Not if that 'help' includes you breaking into the janitor's closet." He smiled knowingly. Lys was used to hearing about the pranks Tag and I used to pull back at our old school. We were the last people any teacher would suspect considering we did well academically and were usually with a teacher or staff member. We only ever got caught once and I have to admit we had been pretty sloppy with that prank. It had been our second prank ever. Fifth grade, the year I met Tag. We had forgotten to spray one of the cameras with hairspray. After that Tag and I don't plan any prank without owning a can of hairspray, we haven't been caught since.

"You won't tell anyone will you?" I asked already knowing the answer. He smiled at me. Lys had always loved the stories I told him about the famous Arti-Rob pranks we pulled. Artina was Tag's last name so I called her Arti and she called me Rob.

"As long as we don't get in trouble. I don't want to be held for the concealment of knowledge." He said with a look of amusement.

"But you don't know anything yet! Don't worry I have a camera so you can watch it after it happens." A look of suppressed anticipation glimmered in his eyes.

"May I ask, to whom is this particular prank addressed?" In the past Tag and I had pranked all sorts of people from every clique. Anyone who managed to piss one of us off (and then some) have felt our feathery, gluey, cling-wrapped wrath.

"You may. We may have already hit this subculture multiple times but the outcome is always the same, hilarious."

"We're getting the Pratabies with another original." I translated. Lysander looked like he would crack out laughing right here in the hallway, but his self-control is deceptively strong. We said our goodbye-for-now's and Tag and I headed down the hall with about 20 minutes before first bell. The hallways were now starting to fill with half asleep caffeinated students, and there they were, our victims, walking through the doors talking about who cares. Tag and I slipped into the bathroom about 10 minutes later, after wandering the halls, looking for and failing to find conversation. The five minute bell rang and I pulled an 'out-of-order' sign from my backpack, taping it to the outside of the bathroom door. We had about 15 minutes before the Pratabies showed up. I pulled on some rubber gloves and took the screwdriver out of my belt loop, unscrewing the shell of the hand dryer from the actual machine, repeating this step for the two other machines as well. Lucky for us there was no camera in this bathroom to spray. The one in the hall we had sprayed the night prior while we hid our faces with props from the drama department. Tag hauled out three sacks from our backpacks. I emptied the contents into the top of the open hand dryers then quickly replaced the outer casing. In all it took about five minutes to do this. I hurriedly propped my miniature video camera in the corner of the bathroom within the area of the handicap stall. While I was working on the dryers and camera, Tag had been taping cling wrap to the inside of the other two stall doors, clearly viewed by my camera. She then proceeded to empty the paper towels from the dispenser, placing them in the handicap stall for hiding. I checked the coast before leaving, no one. Tag and I exited and went to class. We had told our teacher the day before that I had a particular issue starting today and that I may be late to class because of it, he was too embarrassed to ask questions. Tag and I made it to class just as the bell rang. 7 minutes later I got up to leave, the teacher didn't question me, I got the feeling it might be like this at least the rest of the week. I rushed down to the hallway and I could hear angry screams from the bathroom, I smiled. I waited for teachers and students to conjugate around the door before I walked up, looking concerned like everyone else. Then like lightning the door flew open, hitting the wall like thunder. Standing there was Amber and her minions, covered in flour. Like I had suspected Amber used the dryer to puff out her hair and had gotten the full blast of flour right in her face while her friends looked like it had coughed on their shirts and pants. It was all I could do not to laugh hysterically. They looked like they were going to cry. Good thing I had taped a camera above the lockers last night, that face was priceless.

The teachers gathered the surrounding students for an investigation, me included, just what I wanted. Amber and her friends were taken to the nurse to clean up and answer questions. I was asked to wear rubber gloves and collect any evidence. Being the first person in, I easily took down the camera. We had already taken our backpacks out and brought them to class. When asked if there had been anything suspicious when I walked in the only thing I said was that the handicap stall had been locked, which was true.

I walked back into class 20 minutes later receiving questioning stares from everyone including the teacher. I only smiled until the teacher called me over for me to explain why my 'bathroom break' had taken so long. After that I told Tag it was a success.

"They have no idea it's us?" she asked.

"Not a clue, I think me being there made it more convincing that it couldn't be us." I explained. On my way back to the room, I had grabbed the camera from above the lockers. "You should have seen their faces!"

"I have a feeling I will later." She smirked excitedly. News quickly spread of the prank and an investigation for the culprit ensued. Mostly the students did the searching because they wanted to know who the brilliant pranksters were, but the teachers gave up after about three days leaving us to the mercy of the student body.

Tag and I watched the video of the prank that night as soon as we got home. We called Lys over to watch with us and he was happy to oblige.

"Come on start it already!" said Tag impatiently.

"It's loading as fast as it can." The video started to play. From the corner above the handicap stall, we could see as three girls walked into the restroom, giggling loudly. Amber started applying makeup while the other two headed to the empty stalls. They opened the door and BAM! Their faces collided with the cling wrap almost tearing it down, but the tape held. Tag burst into laughter and Lys suppressed a snicker. "SHSHSHShshaSh!" They looked confused. Charlotte, the brown haired girl, looked at the plastic in disgust and tore it down while Li seemed almost confused. It took her a second to realize what had just happened as she staggered back a step. Amber walked over.

"What are you two doing?" she sounded annoyed.

"Someone put saran wrap on the stall doors."

"Li are you ok?" Li was still staring at the seemingly empty stall door.

"Don't worry, it was probably just some sophomore messing around." Said Amber. She walked back over to the mirror and combed through her thick blonde hair. She sprayed it generously with slow drying hairspray and walked over to the hand dryer. She bent backwards, putting her face under the dryer to blow-dry her hair. The other two girls followed her over to dry their hands, standing at the dryers on either side of Amber. They pressed the buttons in an unpracticed synchronization. VRRrr-POOF! White flour exploded from the machines. By this point, Tag was falling out of her chair next to the desk, unable to control her laughter, and Lysander himself was laughing generously. I unfortunately could not control myself as well as Lys and so, like Tag, I had fallen out of my chair at the sight of three girls covered in a powdery white coat of flour. I looked back at my computer monitor, it took a second but there was a long high scream from Amber. She walked towards the door – this was about the time that I had showed up outside the bathroom with the rest of the gathering crowd – I stopped the recording and switched to the next video. BAM! The door to the restroom swings open and hits the wall and standing there are Amber and her minions covered in flour surrounded by people – some concerned, some, not so much. Oh it was tahooo funny!

The next day at school, Tag and I found ourselves in an extremely messy situation.

"AAAAAAHH! This is sooo not funny! You ruined our picture!" Amber said in a whiney tone.

"Hahaha! You kiddin' I made it look better by hiding your faces! If you ask me I did you a favor!"

"Now we gotta take it all over again, you'll pay for wasting my time like this!"

"Excuse me, what seems to be the problem ladies?" The school officer. "Miss Artina, are you causing these ladies trouble?" He said with a smirk. Amber scowled at officer MacAurther.

"No, I was just trying to join in, they looked like they were having so much fun, so I wanted to take a picture with them, that's all." She countered playfully.

"Officer, she is disturbing our peace!" Amber shouted authoritatively.

"The only peace being disturbed is that of the school yard's, by you Miss Amber."

"Excuse me? We were just minding our own business when this ape jumped in on our photo!"

"Calm down, no need to yell." Officer Mac Aurther was a very young, charismatic man. He was only 18 and known to be quiet, but playful when he found someone to tease. For the past few weeks, since we got to Amoris, Kentin MacAurther had found that teasing Tag was particularly enjoyable by the way of her easy-going quips and comebacks to his playfulness. He disfavored Amber and her friends greatly because of the grief they caused him when he first came to Amoris nearly three years ago. His father ended up transferring him to militaty school and he came back a tall, toned, confident… um police officer? Yeah no one had expected that. We hadn't known him before, but from what we heard he was weak and annoying. Hard to believe.

Amber walked away fuming but dejected.

"You now I can't protect you like this for ever. If you keep it up you'll get in trouble eventually," Kentin remarked.

"I got in trouble so often at my old school – for things I didn't do – that it doesn't even phase me." Tag has been known to cause trouble, but only ever get caught when she's not involved.

"Well just be careful, ok?" Was that longing in his eyes?

"My middle name." Maybe not, it was gone so fast.


So yeah! That was chapter two! Possible love interest maybe?! Also warning to all readers, a later chapter will be a LEMON! i will warn you when we get there but just a heads up that if you don't like that kind of stuff then don't read it! Hope you enjoyed, my next post will be soon i hope!

~FC