Alright! So this chapter is up really late today, weird. Yup, R&R please!
Chloe POV
I stepped out of the bathroom once I was done with my shower and dressed. Derek was still standing there, a weird look on his face. I jumped in front of him, hands raised in a weak attempt of trying to scare him.
"Roar!" I yelled, and he just rolled his eyes. I straightened up.
"Fine," I muttered. I sauntered past him, moving to stand next to Tori.
"Be prepared, wolf boy, because revenge is coming," I told him, smiling evilly. To my credit, he actually quaked a little. I pointed him towards the door.
"Have to plan now, time for you to get out." he ducked his head and walked out obligingly. Good boy. I turned to Tori.
"Alright, any ideas?" I asked her, and her brow creased as she thought.
"Well, he likes to eat, right?" she asked me. I nodded slowly, seeing where she was going with this.
"Yeah. So you think I should…" I let my sentence peter out as she grinned.
"Remove all food items until he either a) goes mad and tries to eat the couch, or b) he gives in to you and does you a favor or something." I smiled along with her now, both at the thought of Derek nomming on the sofa and of getting my revenge.
"Okay. So you wanna help me with this since you came up with the idea?"
"Sure! We attack tonight," she said.
That night, we all went out to eat dinner. We came across some cheap diner across the street from the motel, and Kit and Aunt Lauren agreed to take us there. I was sitting on the opposite couch of the guys, giving Derek a look. He just beamed cheekily back at me, obviously already planning his retaliation… on my retaliation… of his retaliation… on my prank… this could go on… Anyways!
The waitress led us to the table and I continued eyeing him from my seat. I picked up the menu and hid behind it then.
Underneath the table, I felt something hit my leg. I paused, and straightened. What the hell? Then it happened again, and this time I noticed the rubbery feel of it. I suddenly knew what was going on.
I yanked my phone from my purse and opened a new text screen. In case of emergency, Kit had gotten the guys cell phones, which they now carried on them like girls who had nothing better to do than annoy their friends by flooding their inboxes. Honestly! I added Derek's number to the addressee list, and then types a message.
Why the hell are you playing footsie with me? What are you, five years old?
I sent that and then waited for his reply. I watched him pull it out when it started vibrating. He frowned at the screen before looking up to me, shaking his head slowly.
What? But he was the only one across from me. I furrowed my eyebrow and looked on either side of him. Simon was staring off in to space, a blank look on his face. Tori was… moving slightly back and forth. I winced as another blow found its mark on my shin.
"Tori!" I said, waving my hand at her. She looked at me.
"Yeah?" I looked down pointedly.
"You're kind of…" I motioned underneath the table, and then she frowned.
"Kind of what?" She looked down, and then back at me.
"Weren't you swinging your foot?" I asked her.
"Nooo…" She looked at me strangely before slowly turning away. What… the…
I looked down, and saw nothing at all other than three sets of shoes. I glared back at Derek, then messaged him again, jumping as I got hit yet again.
Are you sure? Because it doesn't look like anyone else is the cause here…
Derek got the message, and then looked at me again. I looked down yet again, just to feel myself get hit again.
"Seriously! What the hell?" I asked quietly to our table. The adults got placed at a next door one, because apparently Denny's doesn't have 6-seater tables. Or maybe this one was just slummy… Well, sometimes you just gotta slum it.
Simon jerked out of his trance to look at me weirdly. Okay, I was pretty sure it wasn't him. Tori was also out. Derek… well Derek just looked confused. I ducked my head under the table… before banging my head on the table in my haste to get back up. I screeched as I came up, holding my chest where my heart was.
"Shit! What the hell, Liz?" I yelled softly, so as not to attract unnecessary attention from the wait staff and fellow customers. Derek started snickering at me, as did Simon. Tori looked… bored. Liz's smiling face came up through the table, and she was standing in the middle of it. It was actually kind of comical, seeing the drink menu sitting upright through her middle.
"Hey… I was trying to get your attention." I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"And you couldn't just, oh, I dunno, say 'Hey, Chloe! It's me, Liz!'" Liz started giggling.
"My way was so much more funny! She then seemed to notice where she was standing for the first time, and stepped away from the table.
"You want something?" I asked her, still a little angry but getting over it.
"Uh… n- wait yes! I had to tell you something iiimmmpppooorrrtttaaannnttt…-"
"Liz I swear get on with it!" She gave me a look.
"Fine. Gosh. So I wanted to tell you that I've found Rae!" I gasped.
"Whoa! Seriously? You found Rae! Where is she?" I was now attracting the aforementioned unnecessary attention, but I didn't care. If Liz found Rae, then I could see her again, hash everything out-
"No, just kidding! Kay bye!" She disappeared, leaving me spitting foul curses in her wake.
"Chloe, if you swear like that, your lips are gonna turn black and fall off," Tori warned me. I ignored her.
"Why the hell does everyone seem to want to freaking PRANK me?" I muttered vehemently. Derek chuckled.
"It's just too easy to prank you, that's why!" I flipped him off.
"Ah, that felt good! I haven't used you in sooo long!" I crooned, stroking said finger. Derek rolled his eyes and returned to his menu.
When the plates had come and gone and the check had arrived at the other table, we all picked up our jackets and stuff and left. For some strange reason, the grown people who were currently in charge of us had missed the whole Liz debacle, apparently thinking I dropped my fork and then banged my head on the table, which might have explained the frenzied talking, probably taken for cursing. Whatevs.
As we walked back, I stood next to Derek, unable to stay away from my warm, cuddly wolf-like beau for too long. He offered his arm to me, which I took gladly.
"Mmm, you're planning something devious," he said, letting us fall back behind the group.
"Of course," I told him, smiling sneakily.
"But you know what?" he said, putting his lips down near my ear and almost making me miss what he said from the strong sensation caused by it.
"Mmph?" I managed.
"With forces as strong as us, we're better combined," he murmured, and my eyebrows lifted.
"Are you suggesting…" I started, feeling a grin come on my face.
"As long as it benefits us, and after you've had enough of torturing me, and, ahem," he jerked his arm away suddenly, leaving me feeling very cold and alone without it, and regretting my earlier declaration, "missing all the love that you say is unavailable in wartime, I suggest we call a truce to unite against the other four."
"Other four?" I asked incredulously. He nodded slowly, devilishly.
"You think I'm going to miss an opportunity to hit my dad with the force of the coming attacks?" he asked me. I smirked.
"Well, the alliance will have to wait, as I'm currently enjoying the thought of you suffering from pranks. But soon, I will give in from lack of kissing and touching, and then," I paused, applying a Russian accent, mimicking Call of Duty, "Ve shall haff our revenge, and take out all those who stand in our way." Derek beamed at me, wiping a pretend tear from his cheek. I noticed our surroundings for the first time, and saw that we were already in the lobby, and were heading towards the elevator.
"A girl after my own heart, wanting a Soviet style war against my brother and your friend." I shook my head at him then.
"Kay, so I have to go implement my prank now, so bye!" I skipped off, leaving him in the dust behind me as I opened the door to Tori's and my room. I suppose Aunt Lauren stayed in there too, but Tori and Lauren and my room just sounds off, you know?
I met up with Tori on my bed, and we discussed how we would pull this off. We decided in the end that I would be the one moving the food to a safe, undisclosed location (okay, I sweet-talked the guy who works the night shift for the front desk in to letting us use his staff fridge, so sue me!), and she would cover me by staying near the guys beds, ready to hit anyone who wakes with a binding spell.
By the time we were positive everyone was asleep, we crept over to their room.
"Damn, it smells like gym socks in here," Tori whisper-moaned to me, and I wrinkled my nose to, nodding in agreement. I made my way over to the mini-fridge as Tori went over to the bedroom part, and took in all the stuff from the grocery trip there. How the hell was I going to move it all! Before I took it out though, I remembered something: Simon had to have regular snacks and meals, what with the whole diabetes thing. So I made sure to leave enough food in there for him, and left a note saying that it was SPECIFICALLY for Simon, not Derek.
I started hauling the stuff to the door, and propped it open. I ran down the hall and in to the elevator, praying no one was taking a surprise midnight stroll. I hurried over to where the lounge was (the desk guy had been kind enough to give me directions) and found him waiting for me, the door propped open. I smiled and went over to one of the many mini-fridges in the room. Turns out, each employee had the option of getting one to keep their shit cold, and the cost of maintenance was taken out of their payroll. Well, desk guy had a big, fat paycheck apparently, and didn't mind splurging a little. Not that I wasn't grateful!
I moved his energy drinks to the door, catching his nod that it was okay, and loaded the stuff in. It took me three more trips up and down to get all the stuff, and then I was done. I thanked him, and then went back upstairs. Now, all I had to do was guard the fridge in our room like it held the last food in the world. Which, figuratively, it did.
I made sure to chain it up with a convenient little bike chain I conveniently "found" on a bike that was conveniently "abandoned" in the parking lot. Let's just say I'm faster that an obese guy that probably shouldn't be riding a bike anyways, and wouldn't really need the chain to lock up his bike, because he'd crush it before he got the chance to. Damn, I'm good! So I chained the handle of the fridge to my wrist, but not before dragging a few pillows and blankets over. Cuz I'd get chilly, you know? Tori bid her goodnight to me, smirking at my makeshift bed, before going to sleep in her undoubtedly warm, comfy, giant bed. But hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!
When I woke up in the morning, it was not of my own accord. But hey, a giant guy looming over you with a scowl on his face and a rumbling tummy that I could hear even through my sleep would wake anyone up, right? I blinked sleepily before smiling.
"Too good to steal Simon's food, eh?" I joked, before remembering my chained wrist and huddling closer to my box of treasures. Derek loomed harder.
"Where is all the food?" he asked me slowly, seeing what I would reply.
"Well, that'd for me to know and you to find out when you give in," I told him. He rolled his eyes.
"You do realize that I can easily go out and buy food?"
"Not when all the credit cards and cash we have are in my broket, now, can you?" I asked, smiling smugly. He looked confused for a second.
"Broket?" he asked me.
"Bra… and pocket… together make broket!" I cheered. He cringed before smiling broadly and cocking an eyebrow.
"Oh, HEYYYYYLL NAH!" I shouted, covering my babies with my free arm.
"You are NOT going to feel me up just so you can get some damn food!" I yelled loudly, enough for everyone to hear. I heard chuckling from the bedroom part of my room, which I took to be Tori. To his credit, he actually looked disappointed for a second. I took that as a compliment… but maybe he was just hungry.
"So this is the genius prank. You steal all our food… and money… and watch me suffer."
"Yup!" I said, grinning broadly. "Oh and Tori's pretty sure you'll be eating the couch by noon, so she's going to have the camera ready. And don't even THINK about trying to pull me away from this fridge or sneak past me, because that sir, is cheating, as I am neither faster nor stronger than you. So there." He shook his head, sighing, before plopping down before me.
"Seriously? There's absolutely nothing?"
"Nope! I was like the Grinch! There's not a crumb left big enough for a mouse, let alone a wolf!" I smiled and sat back against the fridge.
"Damn, I'm getting kind of hungry," I said five minutes later. Derek looked at me with those sad, puppy dog eyes as I gradually, deliberately brought my hand to the door. I opened it and brought out a small carton of orange juice and a bagel. I rummaged around for a second more, keeping an eye on my food, and snagged a squeeze packet of cream cheese.
"Mmm," I said, licking my finger after spreading the creamy topping on my bagel. I swear Derek whimpered. I took a nice, rich bite, chewing slowly. I cracked open the orange juice and took a long sip before putting it back down. I finished my bagel the way those people in the chocolate commercials do, all with the eyes closed and the lip-licking. When I finished, I crumpled the carton in to a ball and chucked it at Derek.
"Put it in the trash, litterer!" I screamed at him, and he obliged.
Throughout the day, people came and asked me for food, to which I obeyed, except when it was Derek, who came and went every so often, seeing if I would change my mind of soften up. I never did. I watched him get more and more restless, until finally he stayed away for a longer period of time than usual.
"Tori, get the camera and find Derek!" I shrieked, and I heard her running footsteps. I checked the time on my phone, and found it to be just after two. Awesome. I heard maniacal laughter, and inched as far forward as my restraint would let me. I saw Derek sitting on the couch, pillow in his hands, face buried in it. Tori was laughing so hard, she was literally crying, all while taking pictures at an incredible rate. As I looked closer, I saw Derek's mouth moving. Then I got it.
Derek was eating the pillow.
"OHMIGOD!" I yelled, falling on the floor instantly, paralyzed with laughter.
"Mr. Bae, come and see your son!" I choked out, and heard him come running. He opened the door, took sight of me ROTFLMAO, and then followed my gaze to the couch. Playing along with my hilarious scheme (okay, I recruited him to do this before, I kind of planned on Derek eating something normally inedible), he took the newspaper from its spot on the coffee table. He rolled it up and hit Derek over the head with it, saying "No! Bad Derek! Don't eat that!" Derek dropped it immediately, curling in to a ball. Okay, apparently, he was part dog too. Whatever.
Tori was getting all of this, still laughing along with me. Simon walked in, took one look, and shook his head, LOL'ing too.
"I knew it, one day he'd get hungry enough to do this, I just knew it." I suddenly realized what had just happened, and I scrambled behind me. I threw open the mini-fridge door and rummaged around until I found the bag I was looking for, all the way in the back. I crawled back to the doorway, where I could see what was happening, and tossed Derek the bag.
"Please, don't eat me! Take this instead!" I squealed as he caught it. He peered inside, and then his face broke in to a wide grin. He pulled out a McDonald's burger and tossed me a look that said both "I hate you so much right now" and "thanks so much for the food". He unwrapped it and bit in to it with a dreamy expression.
"Later, you'll pay for that," he mumbled through his mouthful, and I laughed.
"Oh wait!" I remembered, and stood up, unchaining myself from the door. I reached down the front of my shirt, pulled out three guys' wallets, and threw them at Derek, who caught them automatically.
"There's your money!" I cackled, and hi-fived Tori, standing next to me. He looked down at his own black wallet and opened it. He then looked up at me and cocked an eyebrow, and I sighed. I reached back inside my shirt and pulled out a folded $20. I tossed it to him.
"Fine, there. Happy?" He looked back inside the wallet and looked at me pointedly one more time. I smiled cheekily at him and reached back in one last time. I pulled out a crinkly foil packet and tossed it to him, raising an eyebrow.
"Nice, hot stuff. Any reason you got one in there?" He just looked back down, busying himself with the wallet. I noticed the tips of his ears starting to turn red. I saw his dad starting to prepare a look and a speech, Simon was struck dumb, and Tori was looking at me like "you've gone there?". I shook my head at her, and she calmed down. I mean, I'd have told her, right? I was suddenly glad that Aunt Lauren was out shopping for some food to combat Derek's inevitable making-up-for-what-he-missed-eating-session, because I don't think the foil packet would go down to well with her… I grinned as I watched all their reactions.
"Damn, I'm good!"
No, they're never actually going to use the thing inside of the crinkly foil packet (yes, all you people looking for a good lemon are so disappointed). Remember, it's rated T! And innuendo doesn't count, does it? Not for me! So yeah, I made it nice and long to make up for the crappy, half-assed one last time, which is kind of why it's getting up so late. I'll redo the 2nd chapter if I find I have time. So yeah, please review! I got 10 reviews for the last one, so can we average a 15 on this chapter? Just cuz it's long and I worked extra super hard on it and made a CoD reference in it and Liz showed up? PLEASE?
(PS I'll give you guys some Chlerek love (you know you want it!) if you make it to 15 reviews! No, that's not a bribe! Gosh!)