Quick Note: The Italic is Mike...just to clarify.
Rule Seven: Never Prank Jordyn
I leaned against the car looking up at the clear starry night. A cool breeze whizzed past, sending goose bumps up my uncovered arms. I have been waiting here for the past 20 minutes waiting on Jordyn to come out. We were supposed to be going to the movies today, celebrating our first time day off in weeks but she's taking so long I want to cancel. I wonder what's taking her so long.
"Where is it?! Oh my gosh where the hell did I put it?!"
I ran around the room tossing things out of my bags, looking around for my other make up mirror. I know I put it in my bag, or at least I hope I did. I pulled my smaller bag closer towards me and looked through it one last time. I was about to give up when- plop- the mirror fell right onto my lap. I released a sigh of relief and kicked the bag away.
I pushed myself off the floor, journeyed through the jungle of clothes on the floor and entered the bathroom.
After the eye liner was applied I grabbed my hotel key and phone stuffing both into my pocket. I left the room messy but I didn't mind, I would clean up later. I quietly walked down the halls of the hotels and contemplated on taking the stairs or elevator. I quickly chose the stairs figuring I already had Mike waiting long enough. I practically flew down the flight of stairs and rushed out of the lobby.
As soon as I stepped foot outside a cold gust of wind blew. I pushed my hand into my pants pocket digging out my phone to call Mike. While calling I started to walk around the parking lot just in case I saw him.
I caught a glimpse of her once she stepped foot out of the hotel. She looked cold, worried, lost. Like a puppy. And that's when I got an awesome idea.
The phone yet again went to voice mail. I pulled the phone away from my ear and redialed the number, looking around for any sign of him.
I felt like a ninja creeping around and hiding behind cars, waiting for my moment to strike.
I started to slow down as yet another gust of wind blew through. I was getting cold and wanted to go back inside, but what would Mike say if I ditched him? I quickly pulled the device to my ear again and waited through the dial tone.
She slowed down, only taking small steps at a time. I drew closer, holding my breath as she looked around again.
I finally decided to just call him one last time and if that didn't work then I would leave. Why isn't he answering anyway? I know he's out here somewhere...or maybe he felt I took too long and left. Oh, I'm a horrible person if that's the case. I didn't mean to, it was all that stupid mirrors fault!
I slowly snuck up behind her, opening my arms out wide and...
"Aah!" I let out a terrified scream as I was lifted off of my feet. I struggled to get out of whoevers arms I was in, but I was in a death grip. Then came the all too familiar round of laughter. Mike.
He put me down doubling over in laughter. I felt my face get hot and my fist balled into fist. "¡No me asuste otra vez casi le maté!" I yelled at him hitting his arm multiple times. "Eres un asno! ¿Por qué hiciste eso? Te odio te odio t-"
"English!" He laughed over me grabbing my arms. I yanked my arms out of his hands and glared up at him debating if he's worthy of my English now. Then a small smile of my own played my lips.
"I'll get you back," I claimed "Regla número siete, nunca broma Jordyn."
*****ATTENTION*****
For those who don't know Spanish I shall kindly give translations. No I am not Mexican or from any Spanish speaking countries but I am learning it and I thought I should test my skills.
"¡No me asuste otra vez casi le maté"- Don't scare me like that! I almost killed you!
"Eres un asno! ¿Por qué hiciste eso? Te odio te odio." – You're an ass, why would you do that? I hate you I hate you.
"Regla número siete, nunca broma Jordyn."- Rule number 7, never prank Jordyn.
