Oh cmon people, is it that hard to review? I am working very hard on these and I worked hard on getting the pictures up and this is how you repay me? I'm disappointed. I will defiantly not put up chapter 4 until I get a few more reviews
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The art of avoidance
Yea I had been right, as soon as I walked in the door; Jake stood there, his face blank and expressionless. It gave me the jitters when he did that and he knew it. I moved to stand behind the couch, the one closest to the door so if the need arose, I could make a run for it. He continued to stare at me, not saying a thing. It took me clearing my throat and making a move for the stairs before something came out of his mouth. "You're late" he stated simply, not needing to say more.
"Umm yea sorry bout that just lost track of time, I was running the length of First Beach" I lied quickly, something telling me not to tell him about the creepy men.
Jake shook his head slowly, almost as if knowing I was lying and motioned for me to go up the stairs. "Hurry up, we have to be there it starts in 20 minutes and we need 10 minutes to drive there. Luckily I had taken a shower before I had left that morning and all I needed to do was brush out my long ebony hair and apply a touch of eyeliner to my already big green eyes. Looking in my closet, I found the first thing that looked appropriate and chucked it on. I grabbed my phone and iPod and was out of there.
The fire had already started by the time we got there and Jake had looked at me, almost as if it was my fault (it was but still). I just smiled up at him and jumped out of the car, not looking at anyone as I waited for Jake to fall in step beside me. I could hear the shuffle of clothing as everyone turned to look at me and to be honest that made me really uncomfortable. I waved quickly before sitting between 2 people, registering their faces too late. It was Paul and Matt. Oh boy this was going to be fun.
The next morning I woke up with a screaming headache and something warm pressed against me. To make it worse I stunk heavily of beer and vomit and I didn't remember a god damn thing. Turning to the side I see Matt asleep on the left side of my bed. My bed is big but not big enough for gigantor to sleep comfortably. "What the fuck are you doing" I screamed, yanking the blankets off him and onto me as I leaped out of bed. Instead of an intelligible answer, there was a lot of grumbling, and then he had the nerve to get a pillow and put it over his head. I was very talented when it came to getting boys out of my bed (its ok I had only done it 5 times and it had never gone passed the making out stage). "MAX, here boy". My big, black dog came bounding up the stairs and into my room, instantly alert when he saw someone in my bed. "Get him boy, get him". With that Max jumped onto my bed and started to growl. It was deep and throaty and all the more menacing yet the most Matt did was stretch out his hand and pat Max on the head a couple of times before going back into his hidey hole. Max looked at me, confusion written clearly on his face. Time to put plan B into action.
Well as you can guess, plan B wasn't going to be nice for him but it sure was going to be funny for me. The plan was going to involve whipped cream, permanent marker, food dyes and a tonne of ice. When all the things had been collected, I moved back into the room, ready to put the plan in action. The dyes comes first, drops going all over his face creating an artwork of colours, red, blue, green, yellow, pink, they all went on. Next came the whipped cream, a large pile coming onto his hand. I got the ice ready connected to a string that would trip when he sat up releasing the bucket of ice. I didn't mind my bed sheets getting wet; I could wash them and besides this was far too funny to pass up. I picked up the feather and lightly tickled his face causing him to slap his face (whipped cream EVERYWHERE!) and that triggered the rest.
20 minutes later and I was still laughing. Matt had done everything accordingly. He had sat up, ice had gone everywhere and he had glared at me. He went to go have a shower. Not 5 minutes later I heard a tonne of cussing and my name being screamed. That cued my laughter, not allowing me to run very far before I collapsed into a heap. He had come storming out of the bathroom. I had not been able to keep a straight face nor take him seriously as his face was even brighter. "Why the fuck did you do this?" he growled.
"You were in my bed without my permission" I managed to choke out in between fits of laughter. He growled again and took a step towards me.
"I'm going to get you". Before he could take another step towards me, the doorbell rang, making us turn our heads towards the door.
As I have worked tirelessly on this chapter I expect reviews. No reviews, no chapter 4. For the people that have reviewed, you are the best!