Chapter Sixteen – Pranks, Fun or Diasterous?
Zarine yawned widely, and rubbed her eyes sleepily as she stared at the computer screen. It was eleven and she still had to finish her science research.
"Miss, there's a call for you," the butler's voice came from the speaker.
"Yeah, thanks," she responded before picking up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey, Zarine. It's Carrie," said her friend on the other end.
"Why did you call now? It's eleven!" she complained.
"I had to wait until Jewels went to bed to call you. So did you come up with a plan to get one of our ideal couples together?" asked Carrie.
"No," Zarine replied, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder while typing furiously. "I didn't have time. I still have to finish up that stupid research."
"Look on the bright side, you still have the whole night to finish it," Carrie reminded.
Zarine said sarcastically, "A sleepless night, woohoo! Besides, I don't actually have the whole night, because before long, Ray is going to come and make me go to bed. It's like a crime when I sleep a little later than usual. They treat me like a baby, I swear!"
"If you don't have any ideas, I might as well as catch up on my sleep," Carrie yawned. "Try to come up with something as soon as possible."
"I've never let you down before, have I?" the silver haired girl asked, grinning.
"But you have never done anything to make me leap for joy either," Carrie pointed out.
"That'll all change when we get them together," Zarine said confidently.
"Yeah, sure," said Carrie. Zarine could almost see Carrie rolling her eyes on the other end. "Good night."
"See ya tomorrow!" Zarine said before hanging up.
She turned her attention back to her homework. Sure enough, fifteen minutes later, Ray opened the door and asked, "Aren't you done yet?"
"Does it look like it?" Zarine grumbled. "I'm never going to get it done!"
He sighed, "How much do you still have to type out?"
"Only about ten more pages," she replied in a falsely bright tone, putting an empasis on the word, 'only.'
"I can help if you want," he offered.
"Really?" she asked in surprise, turning to face him.
"Yeah, give me half of this and then I'll type it out for you," he said, leaning over to look at her work.
"Thanks!" she said. Taking advantage of his position, she gave him a long and sweet kiss.
"I think that was he first time you've ever kissed me like that," Ray remarked, causing his girlfriend to develop a red tinge on her cheeks.
"Ray, just get to work," she said in embarrassment, giving him a light push.
Thanks to Ray's help, Zarine was finished in half an hour instead of one. "Thanks," she said to him sleepily in bed.
"Don't mention it," he said, kissing her cheek, but she didn't hear it since she was asleep already.
The next morning, Tyson woke up on time for school, because of Carrie and Jewels.
"TYSON! WAKE UP!" Jewels roared. However, Tyson just turned away and covered his head with a pillow. "Wake me later, Grandpa," he said groggily.
Suddenly, Carrie got a great idea. She taped Tyson's mouth and plugged his nose. Tyson had no choice but to open his eyes. They were bulging out as he stared at Carrie in surprise. He had never thought that she might be the cause of his death.
The red head grinned and released her hold on his nose, then promptly ripping off the tape on his mouth.
"OW!" Tyson cried after she had took the tape off. "What the heck are you doing here in my house? At this hour?"
"We wanted to ask you something," Jewels told him.
"You're here too?" Tyson said, noticing her for the first time.
"No, it's just an illusion," Jewels said, rolling her eyes. "So out with it, Granger, you like Hilary, don't you?"
He gaped at her like she was crazy. Him? Like Hilary? No way on earth was she going to fall for a loud mouth like her! "No, I don't!" Tyson replied. "She's an annoying brat like Zarine, less annoying, but louder."
Carrie chuckled, "You better not let Ray hear that. She's not annoying, she just likes to mess with you."
"You better get ready for school, or you're going to be late," Jewels told him. "You don't want that to happen again? Nowak is going to give you detentions for the rest of the year."
"Actually, no," Carrie said with a wicked grin. "Something's going to happen this morning that's going to take his mind off of it."
"Just get to school on time, all right?" Jewels asked Tyson.
"Why?" he asked, puzzled.
"Because you wouldn't want to miss this morning's show!" Carrie told him.
"Do you homies want some breakfast?" Grandpa asked them kindly.
"No thanks, Gramps, we already had something to eat this morning," the twin with the violet eyes told him.
"Bye!" Carrie said before leaving with Jewels. On the way to school, they walked past two men smoking, but neither of them paid the men any attention.
"Boss, the target has come out. We're now proceeding to follow them to the school," one of them said into a walkie talkie as soon as the twins were out of earshot.
"Good work," a deep male voice came from the other end. "Make sure you don't lose them."
"Roger," they said, and followed the two unsuspecting girls from a far distance.
"Nice necklace," Hilary said to Zarine when she saw the rose on Zarine's neck.
"Thanks! Ray gave it to me," she said, smiling.
"You braided your hair today," the brunette said. "I don't think I've seen you with your hair up yet."
"Nope. Ray doesn't like it though," Zarine sighed. "He said he likes it better when my hair's down."
"What did you say to that?" asked Hilary.
"I told him to get over it because it's not like my hair is going to be like that permanently," Zarine answered. Then she grinned mischievously, "Maybe I should braid it for a week to drive him insane."
"You just love annoying people, don't you?" someone sneered. "I'm surprised Ray hasn't seen you for that annoying brat you are."
Hilary and Zarine turned to look at the speaker, which was Shea.
The petite girl shrugged. "It's just my way of having fun. Besides, I don't see Ray complaining for having a cute brat for a girlfriend."
Shea's eyes smoldered with anger. "I'll get him one day, and when that day comes, I'll be the one who is victorious."
"Get a life, cheerleader," Hilary told her coldly, glaring at the stick figure in front of her.
Shea would have done something else, like maybe slapping one of the girls, but she didn't have anyone to back her up, so she just stalked off like an angry cat.
"Zarine, Hilary! I've got news!" Carrie called, running towards them, carrying a black bag.
"Hello," the brunette said. "What's in the bag?"
Carrie's green eyes sparkled with amusement. "You'll see if you help me in my latest plan."
"YES!" Hilary responded with excitement. "Of course, you don't even need to ask!"
"What's your plan?" Zarine questioned suspiciously.
"A prank on Nowak," Carrie replied casually.
"What if we get caught? We'll be in a hell hole for the rest of our lives," Zarine said.
Carrie snorted. "I've never gotten caught in my life. Look, I've been doing this once a month since coming to this school, and no one ever had a clue that the culprit was me."
"I bet every teacher is going to be surprised to hear that Nowak is the victim. He's such a dried old stick," said Hilary.
"Let's go to his classroom," Zarine said, more confident about this whole plan. If Carrie hadn't been caught yet, it wasn't going to happen, right?
They made sure that no one was around when they went into the classroom. Carrie opened the top drawer of his desk, and made a space for the little creatures that was going to be put in there.
"What did you bring this time?" asked Hilary.
"Rats," Carrie replied absently. Hilary made a disgusted face. "Why aren't they thrashing around then?"
"Oh, I fed them some pills that put them to sleep for a couple of hours. They'll be awake and terrified by the time school starts. Zarine, you can dump them into the desk," Carrie said with an evil grin on her face.
"Okay," Zarine said. She didn't even flinch at the sight of rats dropping out of the bag like dead birds. "Done!"
"Now we just close the desk, walk out without anyone seeing, and then we can enjoy the show in class later!" said Carrie.
They sneaked out of the classroom, and ran outside, thinking that they were successful. However, they didn't notice a certain blonde who was spying on them.
In history class...
Zarine, Carrie, Hilary, and Jewels exchanged excited looks. "What's up with you girls?" Max asked them distrustfully.
"The show is about to begin," Carrie answered in a quiet voice. She didn't want people to hear her and suspect anything.
"Oh," he said, understanding the hidden meaning in that answer.
After five minutes of the teacher's rumbling, a new sound can be heard throughout the room. Thud, thud, thud. Everyone turned to look at the teacher's desk. Bang, eep, rrrippp! Mr. Nowak stopped his speech about the feudal era in Japan to look apprehensively at his desk. The banging continued. He opened the top drawer and rats jumped out of it, running wildly around the room.
Girls screamed at the sight of the rats, while the others laughed. People who were afraid of rats stood up on their chairs, some were on their desks.
"They're going to eat us!" Gavin screamed.
"CALM DOWN!" the teacher barked. He couldn't believe that his class was disrupted like that. "EVERYONE, SIT DOWN. THEY'RE ONLY RATS."
Of course, no one listened to him. Shea and her group of friends kept on shrieking their heads off.
"Great job," Kai whispered, impressed. But then again, he was always impressed by Carrie's pranks.
The vice principal just happened to pass the class. She frowned when she heard the shouts and screams of the students.
She opened the door and demanded, "Mr. Nowak, what is the meaning of this?"
Feeling something clinging onto her long skirt, she looked down, and screeched. "GET THIS RAT OFF OF ME!" she nearly wailed. A moment later, she passed out.
Chaos reigned through the whole period. The frightened rats were finally captured when the janitor came. The vice principal had to be carried to the medical room. Three men had to come before they could lift her since she weighed around three hundred pounds.
After everything was settled down, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. "If I ever caught the people who did this, I'll make sure that they get into deep trouble," Mr. Nowak said, infuriated. Steam was practically coming out of his ears.
"That, I have to admit, was the most eventful history class ever," Tyson chortled in the hallway.
"I know. I wish I had a camera to capture the priceless expressions on certain people's faces," Zarine said wistfully.
Shea watched them with a malevolent glint in her eyes. It was Carrie, Zarine and Hilary who put the rats in the desk. Why else were they hanging near the classroom? The socials department wasn't an exciting place to be. She would tattle on them. Yes, it was the perfect plan to get revenge on that stupid bitch.
At lunch, Ray pulled on one of Zarine's braids playfully. She whipped around angrily. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
"Doing what everyone's been doing the whole day," he said teasingly.
"Well, don't!" she fumed. "I'm never ever braiding my hair again!"
Ray only smiled at the expression on her face. He thought she was kind of cute when she gets annoyed.
"I'm taking them out this minute!" she announced. Before Ray could stop her, she had taken the elastics out from the end of her plaits and began to unwind them. Her hair fell in waves behind her back.
He ran his fingers through her curls, feeling the silkiness of them. She stepped back from him in surprise.
"Why did you do that?" she asked, bewildered.
"I like your hair," Ray answered simply. "And I've always wanted to do that."
Shea watched their little exchange from a distance with great dislike. It was decided, she was going to tell on her, and her little friends
Haha, hope you like it. I don't feel like writing anymore today. So...the next chapter is probably going to be finished on Tuesday. I have to go out again tomorrow.
Zarine yawned widely, and rubbed her eyes sleepily as she stared at the computer screen. It was eleven and she still had to finish her science research.
"Miss, there's a call for you," the butler's voice came from the speaker.
"Yeah, thanks," she responded before picking up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey, Zarine. It's Carrie," said her friend on the other end.
"Why did you call now? It's eleven!" she complained.
"I had to wait until Jewels went to bed to call you. So did you come up with a plan to get one of our ideal couples together?" asked Carrie.
"No," Zarine replied, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder while typing furiously. "I didn't have time. I still have to finish up that stupid research."
"Look on the bright side, you still have the whole night to finish it," Carrie reminded.
Zarine said sarcastically, "A sleepless night, woohoo! Besides, I don't actually have the whole night, because before long, Ray is going to come and make me go to bed. It's like a crime when I sleep a little later than usual. They treat me like a baby, I swear!"
"If you don't have any ideas, I might as well as catch up on my sleep," Carrie yawned. "Try to come up with something as soon as possible."
"I've never let you down before, have I?" the silver haired girl asked, grinning.
"But you have never done anything to make me leap for joy either," Carrie pointed out.
"That'll all change when we get them together," Zarine said confidently.
"Yeah, sure," said Carrie. Zarine could almost see Carrie rolling her eyes on the other end. "Good night."
"See ya tomorrow!" Zarine said before hanging up.
She turned her attention back to her homework. Sure enough, fifteen minutes later, Ray opened the door and asked, "Aren't you done yet?"
"Does it look like it?" Zarine grumbled. "I'm never going to get it done!"
He sighed, "How much do you still have to type out?"
"Only about ten more pages," she replied in a falsely bright tone, putting an empasis on the word, 'only.'
"I can help if you want," he offered.
"Really?" she asked in surprise, turning to face him.
"Yeah, give me half of this and then I'll type it out for you," he said, leaning over to look at her work.
"Thanks!" she said. Taking advantage of his position, she gave him a long and sweet kiss.
"I think that was he first time you've ever kissed me like that," Ray remarked, causing his girlfriend to develop a red tinge on her cheeks.
"Ray, just get to work," she said in embarrassment, giving him a light push.
Thanks to Ray's help, Zarine was finished in half an hour instead of one. "Thanks," she said to him sleepily in bed.
"Don't mention it," he said, kissing her cheek, but she didn't hear it since she was asleep already.
The next morning, Tyson woke up on time for school, because of Carrie and Jewels.
"TYSON! WAKE UP!" Jewels roared. However, Tyson just turned away and covered his head with a pillow. "Wake me later, Grandpa," he said groggily.
Suddenly, Carrie got a great idea. She taped Tyson's mouth and plugged his nose. Tyson had no choice but to open his eyes. They were bulging out as he stared at Carrie in surprise. He had never thought that she might be the cause of his death.
The red head grinned and released her hold on his nose, then promptly ripping off the tape on his mouth.
"OW!" Tyson cried after she had took the tape off. "What the heck are you doing here in my house? At this hour?"
"We wanted to ask you something," Jewels told him.
"You're here too?" Tyson said, noticing her for the first time.
"No, it's just an illusion," Jewels said, rolling her eyes. "So out with it, Granger, you like Hilary, don't you?"
He gaped at her like she was crazy. Him? Like Hilary? No way on earth was she going to fall for a loud mouth like her! "No, I don't!" Tyson replied. "She's an annoying brat like Zarine, less annoying, but louder."
Carrie chuckled, "You better not let Ray hear that. She's not annoying, she just likes to mess with you."
"You better get ready for school, or you're going to be late," Jewels told him. "You don't want that to happen again? Nowak is going to give you detentions for the rest of the year."
"Actually, no," Carrie said with a wicked grin. "Something's going to happen this morning that's going to take his mind off of it."
"Just get to school on time, all right?" Jewels asked Tyson.
"Why?" he asked, puzzled.
"Because you wouldn't want to miss this morning's show!" Carrie told him.
"Do you homies want some breakfast?" Grandpa asked them kindly.
"No thanks, Gramps, we already had something to eat this morning," the twin with the violet eyes told him.
"Bye!" Carrie said before leaving with Jewels. On the way to school, they walked past two men smoking, but neither of them paid the men any attention.
"Boss, the target has come out. We're now proceeding to follow them to the school," one of them said into a walkie talkie as soon as the twins were out of earshot.
"Good work," a deep male voice came from the other end. "Make sure you don't lose them."
"Roger," they said, and followed the two unsuspecting girls from a far distance.
"Nice necklace," Hilary said to Zarine when she saw the rose on Zarine's neck.
"Thanks! Ray gave it to me," she said, smiling.
"You braided your hair today," the brunette said. "I don't think I've seen you with your hair up yet."
"Nope. Ray doesn't like it though," Zarine sighed. "He said he likes it better when my hair's down."
"What did you say to that?" asked Hilary.
"I told him to get over it because it's not like my hair is going to be like that permanently," Zarine answered. Then she grinned mischievously, "Maybe I should braid it for a week to drive him insane."
"You just love annoying people, don't you?" someone sneered. "I'm surprised Ray hasn't seen you for that annoying brat you are."
Hilary and Zarine turned to look at the speaker, which was Shea.
The petite girl shrugged. "It's just my way of having fun. Besides, I don't see Ray complaining for having a cute brat for a girlfriend."
Shea's eyes smoldered with anger. "I'll get him one day, and when that day comes, I'll be the one who is victorious."
"Get a life, cheerleader," Hilary told her coldly, glaring at the stick figure in front of her.
Shea would have done something else, like maybe slapping one of the girls, but she didn't have anyone to back her up, so she just stalked off like an angry cat.
"Zarine, Hilary! I've got news!" Carrie called, running towards them, carrying a black bag.
"Hello," the brunette said. "What's in the bag?"
Carrie's green eyes sparkled with amusement. "You'll see if you help me in my latest plan."
"YES!" Hilary responded with excitement. "Of course, you don't even need to ask!"
"What's your plan?" Zarine questioned suspiciously.
"A prank on Nowak," Carrie replied casually.
"What if we get caught? We'll be in a hell hole for the rest of our lives," Zarine said.
Carrie snorted. "I've never gotten caught in my life. Look, I've been doing this once a month since coming to this school, and no one ever had a clue that the culprit was me."
"I bet every teacher is going to be surprised to hear that Nowak is the victim. He's such a dried old stick," said Hilary.
"Let's go to his classroom," Zarine said, more confident about this whole plan. If Carrie hadn't been caught yet, it wasn't going to happen, right?
They made sure that no one was around when they went into the classroom. Carrie opened the top drawer of his desk, and made a space for the little creatures that was going to be put in there.
"What did you bring this time?" asked Hilary.
"Rats," Carrie replied absently. Hilary made a disgusted face. "Why aren't they thrashing around then?"
"Oh, I fed them some pills that put them to sleep for a couple of hours. They'll be awake and terrified by the time school starts. Zarine, you can dump them into the desk," Carrie said with an evil grin on her face.
"Okay," Zarine said. She didn't even flinch at the sight of rats dropping out of the bag like dead birds. "Done!"
"Now we just close the desk, walk out without anyone seeing, and then we can enjoy the show in class later!" said Carrie.
They sneaked out of the classroom, and ran outside, thinking that they were successful. However, they didn't notice a certain blonde who was spying on them.
In history class...
Zarine, Carrie, Hilary, and Jewels exchanged excited looks. "What's up with you girls?" Max asked them distrustfully.
"The show is about to begin," Carrie answered in a quiet voice. She didn't want people to hear her and suspect anything.
"Oh," he said, understanding the hidden meaning in that answer.
After five minutes of the teacher's rumbling, a new sound can be heard throughout the room. Thud, thud, thud. Everyone turned to look at the teacher's desk. Bang, eep, rrrippp! Mr. Nowak stopped his speech about the feudal era in Japan to look apprehensively at his desk. The banging continued. He opened the top drawer and rats jumped out of it, running wildly around the room.
Girls screamed at the sight of the rats, while the others laughed. People who were afraid of rats stood up on their chairs, some were on their desks.
"They're going to eat us!" Gavin screamed.
"CALM DOWN!" the teacher barked. He couldn't believe that his class was disrupted like that. "EVERYONE, SIT DOWN. THEY'RE ONLY RATS."
Of course, no one listened to him. Shea and her group of friends kept on shrieking their heads off.
"Great job," Kai whispered, impressed. But then again, he was always impressed by Carrie's pranks.
The vice principal just happened to pass the class. She frowned when she heard the shouts and screams of the students.
She opened the door and demanded, "Mr. Nowak, what is the meaning of this?"
Feeling something clinging onto her long skirt, she looked down, and screeched. "GET THIS RAT OFF OF ME!" she nearly wailed. A moment later, she passed out.
Chaos reigned through the whole period. The frightened rats were finally captured when the janitor came. The vice principal had to be carried to the medical room. Three men had to come before they could lift her since she weighed around three hundred pounds.
After everything was settled down, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. "If I ever caught the people who did this, I'll make sure that they get into deep trouble," Mr. Nowak said, infuriated. Steam was practically coming out of his ears.
"That, I have to admit, was the most eventful history class ever," Tyson chortled in the hallway.
"I know. I wish I had a camera to capture the priceless expressions on certain people's faces," Zarine said wistfully.
Shea watched them with a malevolent glint in her eyes. It was Carrie, Zarine and Hilary who put the rats in the desk. Why else were they hanging near the classroom? The socials department wasn't an exciting place to be. She would tattle on them. Yes, it was the perfect plan to get revenge on that stupid bitch.
At lunch, Ray pulled on one of Zarine's braids playfully. She whipped around angrily. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
"Doing what everyone's been doing the whole day," he said teasingly.
"Well, don't!" she fumed. "I'm never ever braiding my hair again!"
Ray only smiled at the expression on her face. He thought she was kind of cute when she gets annoyed.
"I'm taking them out this minute!" she announced. Before Ray could stop her, she had taken the elastics out from the end of her plaits and began to unwind them. Her hair fell in waves behind her back.
He ran his fingers through her curls, feeling the silkiness of them. She stepped back from him in surprise.
"Why did you do that?" she asked, bewildered.
"I like your hair," Ray answered simply. "And I've always wanted to do that."
Shea watched their little exchange from a distance with great dislike. It was decided, she was going to tell on her, and her little friends
Haha, hope you like it. I don't feel like writing anymore today. So...the next chapter is probably going to be finished on Tuesday. I have to go out again tomorrow.
