A/N: Here's Chapter 6! And btw, feel free to give comments and suggestions for the story. R&R! Thanks!
CHAPTER 6: Three-in-One Torture
You are so careless! You messed up… Wait… Prescott? Is that you? What the heck? You work here?!" Rodrick was still angry but he laughed sarcastically.
I suddenly didn't feel sorry anymore for spilling vanilla shake and tuna sandwich all over him. "Yeah. And so?"
"Well, I was about to get my order from the snackbar because you didn't deliver it to me."
"I just did," I flashed the paper numbered 43. "You're welcome."
His eyes widened, "Oh so you intentionally spilled all of these so you can get back at me for stealing your stupid milkshake? Wha- You messed up my hotness!"
"Excuse me?! Of course I did not mean to bump you! It wasn't my intention, dumbo. But since you're being such a jerk, I don't feel sorry for 'messing up your hotness'," I did the quote unquote sign with my fingers while saying the 'messing up with your hotness' part.
He nodded and smirked, "Oh great. Thank you very much. Here's my token of appreciation." He took the other unspilled glass of vanilla shake and poured it all over me.
My mouth dropped open, "What the- Heffley you are going to pay for this!"
"He took the remaining tuna sandwich from the tray and stuffed it in his face. "You're welcome!" he said, stretching out his arms and slowly walking back to his poolside chair. He leaned back, put on his shades, looked back at me, and smiled evilly before finishing up his sandwich.
I stomped back to the snackbar to get my phone. I was dripping wet with extra thick vanilla shake.
"April! Oh my! What happened?" Claire was concerned.
I tried to wipe off my angry expression for Claire. "I'll explain later!" I tucked my phone in my pocket and ran to the locker room.
Ugh! Getting shake all over is disgusting. I've already changed my top. I used the extra uniforms I had in my locker. I had no extra shorts though, so I had to keep up with the one I'm wearing. There was no shower room here so I just washed the shake off at the washroom sink. It was still sticky no matter how many times I tried to scrub it with soap. I also had a very hard time combing my hair which was all tangled and gluey. I guess I'm going to take a long, warm bath when I get home.
I went back to the snackbar where Claire was heating a sandwich.
"April! Glad you're back. I thought you went home already. You've been gone for almost an hour! What happened?" She asked, removing the sandwich from the oven before placing it on a plate.
I had my bag over my shoulder as I stepped in the snackbar, took the plate from Claire, and settled it on the tray. The employee guy took it a moment after.
"I'm so sorry for leaving you here, Claire. I had to fix myself because Rodrick poured extra thick vanilla shake all over me," I explained, putting an emphasis on 'extra thick'.
Claire shrieked, "What?! Why would he do that?"
She sat down as I told her what happened when I accidentally bumped Rodrick earlier and how had me soaked with vanilla shake for revenge.
She stood up from the chair she was sitting on. "That Rodrick is so gonna pay for messing up with my friend!"
I stopped her before she even got out of the snackbar, "Woah, woah. Claire, calm down! I'll get back at him soon enough."
"Okay fine," she sighed and looked at her wristwatch. "Hey, it's almost five. Anne, Olivia, Mae, and I might get something to eat at the mall. Wanna join us?"
"Uh, I can't, Claire. My mom's going to pick me up." I glanced at the clock in the snackbar. It was exactly 5:00 pm.
"Oh okay then. Maybe next time?"
I stood up and held the strap of my bag, "Yep. Next time."
Claire went to her locker while I waited for her. I saw Anne, Olivia, and Mae heading to their lockers too. When they finished gathering their stuff, we all stopped by the office to surrender our locker keys. We weren't allowed to take them home.
"You sure you aren't going?" Olivia asked me as the five of us passed the reception desk near the main entrance.
"Sorry, I can't. My mom will be here any minute."
"Okay. We'll be going then. See ya tomorrow, April!" Olivia replied and all four of them waved back at me as they walked towards Anne's car.
I waved goodbye before checking my phone. 5:15 pm. Mom's always on time. Where is she?
I sent her a text message asking if she's on her way. A minute later, she replied:
Mom: 'Overtime. I'm still at the office. Sorry I can't fetch you today sweetie.'
I should've gone with my friends. But I'm tired anyway so I should go home now. I texted back:
Me: 'Okay mom. I'll just get a cab or something. Take care. Love ya'
And she replied:
Mom: 'Love you too. See you at home tonight.'
I walked down the street. There are only a few vehicles in this area so I kept going. I had my earphones plugged while walking so I won't get bored. I don't like turning the music up to maximum volume because it's too loud and it might damage my hearing.
Later on, I heard loud 'rock' music. Even louder than the song I'm listening to. I looked to my right and I saw a big white van. Painted on it were the words Löded Diper in color black.
I was still walking but the van kept following me. Then I saw Rodrick in the driver's seat. He was trying to say something but I couldn't hear it.
Still walking, I removed my earphones and yelled at him, "I can't hear you!" Then I tried not to look at him.
He turned down the volume while still following me, "I said 'Do you need a ride?'"
"No," I didn't even face him. I just kept walking, still angry at him for what he did today.
"Oh c'mon. I'm just trying to make up for the shake thing."
"And how am I supposed to trust you? No. Leave me alone," I tried to walk faster but it was no use.
"Are you sure? It's a very, very long walk. There are no taxis here. It's pretty hot and it will take you at least 1 and a half hour and a half if you'll walk," he smirked as he said those words.
I stopped (and the van stopped too). I thought twice about this. I don't wanna get near Rodrick anymore… But it is hot and it is a very long walk. Darn that.
"Fine," I accepted Rodrick's offer.
As I made my way to the passenger's seat on the other side, Rodrick turned to his right where Greg was seated. "Greg, move over," he commanded him.
Greg whimpered, "But…But…"
I opened the door and saw them talking to each other. "Have some respect for the lady," Rodrick said.
"Fine," Greg said as he moved over to the back of the van where there were no seats.
I climbed into my seat, closed the door, and adjusted my seatbelt.
"Are you ready for the ride of your life?" Rodrick flashed a devilish smile.
"Wait that doesn't sound-" I wasn't able to finish my sentence because the van zoomed into full speed and Rodrick turned up the music volume.
"Rodrick, slow down!" I yelled as he drived very very fast and as he made very very reckless turns.
Behind us, Greg was stumbling over and over, also pleading for Rodrick to slow down.
I didn't want to scream. This was worse than a rollercoaster ride. Twice we were about to hit a car, and thrice we were about to hit a post. I held tightly to the sides of my chair, closing and opening my eyes from time to time.
Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the Heffley Residence. I couldn't wait to get off that van. Aside from the near-death experience, I couldn't handle the stink of the vehicle and the excessive loud music. It was basically a 3-in-1 torture.
I caught my breath as I tumbled over when I got off the passenger's seat. I had to regain my balance because the ride made me extremely dizzy. I looked at Greg who had a worse condition while Rodrick got off the van.
I started walking home when Rodrick ran after me, "Hey Prescott! Wait up!"
I kept walking, trying to ignore him.
"Aren't you gonna thank me for driving you home?" He sarcastically asked me.
I just rolled my eyes and didn't answer.
He smirked, "Well, you're welco-" I swung my bag which hit him hard in the stomach.
"Ow!" he stopped in his tracks, arms over his stomach as I continued walking home.
A/N: So there.. Please leave a review! :) It would really help.. and yeah I don't own Diary of a Wimpy Kid. :) Thanks for reading!