Nick Newton was going to pay for what he had done to my poor Bella, and my beautiful house. I was on my way over to his place now. My phone began to ring. I picked it up.
"Hello?"
I pulled over on the side of the road. "Hey Charlie, it's Alice. We just got home and our house looks like it came out of a swamp. It's covered in paint of every colour, and Esme is torn. We're all very upset. But Carlisle and Jasper managed to spot Nick Newton running into the bushes when we pulled up in the driveway. It looks like he bombed our house with paint." "Oh Alice, tell Esme that I'm on my way to the Newton house right now. You see, your house wasn't the only one given a 'makeover'; Nick Newton did ours as well. Even left a note… yes, well, you tell Esme that I'll have the Newton's pay you back for all the damage done."
"Of course, Charlie. Thank you."
I hung up the phone and put it back in my pocket. Nick Newton was going to get the shock of his life. JACOB POV
I pulled up in Nick's driveway behind Charlie's police cruiser. This didn't look good. What had the Cullen's framed Nick for now? I walked up to the front door cautiously. It was open. Someone was yelling inside. I walked in. Everyone was in the living room. Nick, Charlie, what looked to be Nick's grandmother, Mike, and Nick's parents. "I'm sorry, okay? It wasn't me, it was those…" Nick was mumbling, sadly.
"You should have thought about that before you ruined my house!" growled Charlie. "And don't go trying to hang this on the Cullen's, Newton. You tried to rape Bella, too, didn't you? You're lucky I don't go straight to the police with this! I could have you away for years! You'd never get the chance to 'love' Bella then, will you, Newton?"
Nick looked like he was on the verge of tears. "YOU'RE A NAUGHTY BOY, NICKY!" the old woman was yelling. "I TOLD YOUR PARENTS THAT YOU OUGHT TO BE DISCIPLINED, BUT NO ONE LISTENS TO OLD LADIES. BACK IN MY DAY, YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN HIT WITH THE KANE! BOYS BACK IN MY DAY WERE DISCIPLINED! THESE DAYS, BOYS ARE ALLOWED TO ROAM FREE SLEEPING WITH…"
"Grandma," said Mike. "It's a form of abuse to use the kane, nowadays."
"Celeste," said Mr. Newton, turning to the old woman. "We know how to discipline our son."
"Hey guys," I greeted. Everyone looked over at me, surprised. "Jacob?" asked Charlie, uncertainly. I grinned, glancing over at a nervous-looking Nick, who was slowly inching away from his grandmother. "Oh hey Charlie, I'm just seeing if Nick's home… and, he is."
Nick's grandmother hit Nick with her walking stick on the back of his left thigh. "Say hello!" she snapped. "Hey Jacob," he said. He went to walk over to me, but his grandmother pulled him back. Nick's face fell and he sighed. "We're very sorry, Charlie. Please don't involve the police. We'll pay you and the Cullen's back to repair the damages, and we'll discipline Nick in our own way," said Mr. Newton. Mrs. Newton was very pale, and her face showed no emotion. She was staring out into space. Nick had once told me that his mother was into porn. Glancing over at her now, I could see that there was a look of longing on her face. Probably wanting to get back to the porn videos. Here she was, standing and talking for no reason, when she could be watching 'sexy' men parade back and forth across a TV screen. Oh yeah, that sounded like loads of fun. I mentally rolled my eyes. "Of course, Mrs. Newton. Well, I'd better be off. Bella will be wondering where I am. Goodbye," said Charlie. He turned and walked out the door, throwing me a very suspicious look before leaving. "Nicky's been a BAD boy, and he's not allowed to play with the other little boys today," snapped Nick's grandmother. Mr. Newton frowned. "Celeste, please. Nick's not going to learn anything if you're continuously babying him like he's a three-year-old!" he sighed. Mrs. Newton groaned. "OH WHAT IS THE POINT?" she screamed. "WE'VE GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN TO STAND AROUND ARGUING FOR NO REASON!"
She turned and stormed out of the room. Nick's grandmother tsked. "He's just like his mother," she sighed. "No discipline whatsoever. Running off to watch her porn videos every chance she gets…"
"It's getting late, Celeste. I'll drive you home," suggested Mr. Newton, his face looking sour. "UM, actually," I said, moving closer to Mr. Newton. "You should probably stay here with your wife and sons. I'm heading home now, anyway, so I'd be happy to drive the young Mrs. Newton over here home."
Nick's grandmother frowned. "You're not flirting are you, boy?" she snapped. I gasped. "Oh no! I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing!" I gasped. "Yes, Jacob. Perhaps it would be better if you drove her home…" said Mr. Newton. I grinned. A few minutes and a tantrum from Nick's grandmother later, I found myself in my Rabbit driving an old woman home. "So you said that Nick's been a bit naughty…?" I said lightly, trying not to make it sound obvious that I was desperate to know what had happened. "Naughty, naughty boy… naughty… yes, naughty boy, indeed. Throwing paint bombs at nice policemen's houses… and that Cullen house as well. I never did like those Cullen's. Always thought they were a strange lot. Keep to themselves, driving around town with girls hanging off of their every word… naughty, naughty children…" mumbled Nick's grandmother. I gasped. "Nick threw paint bombs at Charlie's and the Cullen's houses?" I exclaimed. Nick's grandmother frowned. "Yes, boy. That's what I just said! Of course, he's too naughty to admit that it was him who did it. Said it was the Cullen's, trying to frame him. That policeman said that Nicky left him a nasty note, too. Naughty, naughty children. That was the biggest mistake ever made, getting rid of the kane. Back in my day, little boys like you and Nicky were disciplined and well mannered. Now with naked girls and naughty, dirty…"
"Yes, this is your house. Bye, now."
We had arrived at her house. I opened up her door and she got out angrily, hitting me over the head with her handbag. "Rude, arrogant little boy. Naughty, naughty…" Nick's grandmother was screaming as I drove off into the distance. I heard something hit the back of the car, and turned around to see what it was. A small crack was visible on my back windscreen. "Damn," I cursed.
JESSICA POV
"I know! And I was like, what, and she was like, I did warn you. Ugh. They're like… so smart. I know! It's like really weird. Oh yeah, I totally agree. She's so ugly, too. I know, that's what I said. But he was like oh my gosh, and she was like, this is so weird. And I was like, I KNOW! But that was like so weird, cause then I was like it's a f… oh, wait. Call coming through. Hang on Lauren, I'll ring you back later."
I hung up on Lauren, just as my next call came through. Jacob. "Hey Cub, what's up?"
"Don't
call me Cub. It's annoying. Yeah, so I was just over at Nick's,
and Charlie was there. I knew that the Cullen's had done something,
but I wasn't sure what. Anyone, I drove Nick's grandmother home
and she told me some interesting information. This is what I think
has happened. The Cullen's paint bombed theirs and Charlie's
houses. At Charlie's house, they left a fake note that said it was
from Nick, and Charlie got angry. The Cullen's claimed to have seen
Nick Newton running into the bushes at their house, at the scene of
the crime."
"Oh.
Is he going to jail now?"
"No,
but his parents have to pay back all the damages done, and Nick's
in really big trouble. Here's what I think. We need to meet up with
Eric and plan our revenge on the Cullen's, okay? We're one member
down, but we're not giving up."
"Okay,
well, ring me when you know what's happening. Bye Cub!"
"Don't
call me Cu…"
I hung up on him, frowning slightly. The Cullen's had eliminated Nick. At least for a while, anyway. This was getting dirty. I sighed, staring up at my bedroom roof.
I was lying on my bed, not because I wanted to, but because my dad had sold my car, saying that I didn't deserve it. So now I had to wait for Cub to come and pick me up. Cub is a good nickname for Jacob. I wonder why he doesn't like it?
"Wow, I can see her left boob!" cried an excited voice. I glanced over at my bedroom window to see Jason standing there, gawking at me. When he saw me looking at him, he ducked. I smiled. Having a stalker is so much fun!
Today,
I was really upset. Forks Magazine had been running a competition.
They had been looking for the perfect person to interview. I had sent
in my application a week ago, but today, when opening up Forks
Magazine, I saw that they had given the interview to Rosalie Hale. I
had been so upset.
Name:
Rosalie
Hale
Age:
18
Relationship
status: in
a relationship with Emmett Cullen
Likes:
shopping,
hiking
Dislikes:
snails
(they're so gross!)
I
stopped reading and gasped in amazement. Rosalie hated snails! I
grabbed my phone and dialled Jacob's number. This was going to be
fun…
ROSALIE POV
I walked up the stairs and lied on my bed, waiting for Emmett. I pulled back the covers and jumped into bed. The minute my back touched the bed, I screamed and jumped ten feet into the air. Hundreds of snails covered the bed. I screamed, jumping about flicking snails off of me. I could feel them sliming up my back, and I was still screaming. I ran into the shower and turned the water on, desperate to get them off of me. I gasped. No water. I grabbed a bottle of bodywash, and tipped it all over myself. I screamed. Big mistake. Someone had filled the bottle with snails and snail slime. I was covered in snails and slime. "Rose, baby, what's… oh no!" said Emmett, running over to me. He began pulling snails off of me. I slapped his hand away. I jumped out of the window and ran over to the small river by our house. I jumped in, desperate to get rid of the hideous things. - Later, when I was clean and refreshed, I went upstairs, smiling to myself. That was when I noticed a note on my bedroom door. I hope you enjoyed our present.
Love, Jacob, Jessica and Eric. I screamed. They would pay for this! No one did such a horrible thing to Rosalie Hale and got away with it. I got into the BMW with Emmett, and we drove over to the mall. Jacob had a job here, now, and sure enough, his precious car was parked near ours.
We got out and ran over to it. Using my car keys, I scraped the side of the car, scratching off the paint as I went. I managed to scratch out a big love heart. I grabbed a can of pink spray paint out of the BMW and ran back to the car. I filled in the love heart with pink spray paint, grinning gleefully. Then, using my car key, I wrote 'Team Edward' in the middle of the heart.
Next, Emmett got out cans of rainbow spray paint and began to graffiti the car. A glance at the mall alerted me to the fact that Jacob was on his way out. One last item. I pulled out a can of orange fizzy, and poured the whole lot onto Jacob's bonnet. It would eat the paint in minutes!
Emmett and I ran over to the BMW, and waited. When Jacob saw his car, he screamed.
"DAMN! OH LORD! OH NO! OH CRAP! NO INSURANCE! OH NO… LOOK AT THE BONNET! OH NO! OH BOY… STUPID…"
That was when he saw me and Emmett in the BMW, bursting with laughter. "YOU'LL PAY! YOU'LL PAY! I'LL MAKE SURE I DO IT PERSONALLY! YOUR CARS AREN'T SAFE… THE SNAILS ARE COMING TO GET YOU! WATCH OUT, BARBIE!"
Revenge is sweet. - Yay. Another chapter finished. See? I'm being nice now. I've updated twice in the last week. How nice am I? Thanks for all your reviews on the last chapter, guys. You guys are fantastic readers, and I love you all. With Rosalie being scared of snails, if any of you guys read Evil Little Prankster (this is the sequel to Evil Little Prankster), then you might remember in chapter three of Evil Little Prankster, when Rosalie and Emmett were trying to make out in Alice and Jasper's bed, and they found an open jar of snails, and Rosalie freaked out. (:
x
-Bellapouts
