Ch.4

We stood outside the boys locker room. Decan and me opposite to where the door opened.


Brent stood more in front of the entrance holding his cellphone up. Sandra beside him, holding her cellphone up as well.


Sandra had come up with this plan; and let me just say it's absolutely frigging brilliant. Maybe a little old fashion, but brilliant none the less.


The bucket I held contained egg yokes. It took us a little while collecting all of it and now, since we've been out here for a while, they were beginning to smell. You'd think the cold weather would act like a refrigerator.


Decan, on the other side of me, held a bucket filled with flower and, with my touch, glitter! Muhahaha.


And what were we waiting for? Sweet, sweet revenge!


Decan knew Alex took forever in the shower after a long football practice, which they just had, and is always the last one to leave.


So here we all were waiting for Alex to exit from the boys change room.


Oh what I forgot to mention; Decan, before leaving the change room, took Alex's clothing..... and his towel.


Yes, thats right, his towel as well!


Decan left a note to make sure Alex would come running out in furry.


And boy were we right.


The change room door flew open with a "bang!" , and out stepped a steaming Alex.


Before he noticed us all, Decan screamed "NOW!".


And away the egg yoke and flower flew, directly all over Alex's naked body.


Then the flash of cellphones on camera.


Alex let out a screech, which was very high pitch and girly for a 15 year old boy.


I closed my eyes, not wanting to see him in his birthday suit.


"Ok he's decent, now." Decan said, moving my hands away from my face. Are hard work had payed off; their stood Alex wearing nothing but his towel, covered head to toe in sparkly flour.


I laughed, with the rest of them, as Alex fumed.


"Delete it now!" Alex roared, reaching for Brent's cellphone.


Brent was a year older though and much taller; so he didn't have much trouble keeping the phone out of reach.


"How about we make a deal?" Decan asked, smirking slightly.


If Alex's face wasn't covered with egg, flour, and sparkles, he'd most likely be blushing a deep shade of red.


"What do you want?" Alex sighed in defeat, his arms slumping back to his sides.


"For you to delete every picture of decan and me, you have posted." said I.


"And we will delete this one," said Sandra, holding up her phone with the picture of Alex, she had just taken, on it.


"A picture for a picture" muttered Brent.


"Fine, deal. Now delete it!" Alex clawed at the phone held by Sandra.


Brent pushed Alex, and his flailing arms back slightly, away from Sandra.


"We'll delete it when we see all the pictures gone," Brent stated.


I couldn't help but smile at Sandra, who was gazing dreamily at Brent.


And for a moment, I wondered if she liked him. I would have to ask her later. They would make a cute couple.


After agreeing to us, we gave Alex back his clothing. He went back into the change room, to take another shower I suppose. Brent, Decan, Sandra and me headed to the parking lot.


"We'll give you two a ride back," Decan stated, as we grew closer to Brent's car.


He knew I was sleeping over at Sandra's house.


"Alright thanks." I said.


And then Sandra burst out into giggles and soon we were all laughing.


We laughed because of how normal we were acting, after just covering a boy head to toe in eggs and flour, then taking pictures.


"That was an awesome prank." I laughed, wiping a tear from my eye. I don't think i've ever had this much fun in a day.


We were in Brent's car now, heading home.


"I know, I know, i'm a genius," Sandra teased, laughing and shaking her head.


Brent chuckled, "he looked like like fried chicken before its cooked."


I laughed all the way to Sandra's house. When we arrived my stomach was killing me.


Me and Sandra were lying on the carpeted floor of her bedroom, watching season 1 of Teen wolf.


Once we got back from the prank; we decided to spend the rest of our friday night having a Teen wolf marathon.


"The only reason I watch this show is because of Styles."


I reached my hand out towards the screen of the small tv, "Styles my love!" I cried putting my hand over my heart, as if it ached for him.


Sandra rolled her eyes and threw a piece of popcorn at me, from a pink bole in between us.


"Your just jealous my crush is hotter then yours!" I accused. I then stuck my tongue out at her.


She paled, staring at me. "what c-cr-crush?? I have n-no idea what your talking about." She stuttered.


It's like catching a kid with there hand in a cookie jar.


"Admit it, you like Brent." I declared.


She sighed and flushed a shade of pink, turning her face away, "is it really that obvious?"


"As obvious as a clowns nose," I laughed, "but don't worry I don't think he's noticed. You guys would look super cute together."


"Thanks, but I don't think it's going to be anything more then just a crush. He probably wants a girl his age, or something." She said sadly, tugging at a thread that came loose from the fluffy pink blanket that covered her.


"He probably wants a girl exactly like you: wonderful." I said, smiling. I then grabbed her hand and squeezed it for reinsurance.


"Gosh, keep talking like that and I might think you have crush on me," she laughed.


I huffed dramatically and hit her with one of her peach throw pillows, joining her and her laughter.


---later on--




It was now Saturday afternoon. I was at home now, scrolling down Facebook and twitter and everywhere else Alex had posted the picture. From what I could tell, he'd done a pretty good job of deleting all the pictures and he also wrote an apology in each status. I could just feel my life becoming normal again; but then again i couldn't help but admit it was fun while it lasted. now that we did that, was there really any reason for me and Decan to hang out again?  


Suddenly my phone started screaming the lyrics of Till the love runs out by One Republic. I picked it up and answered.


"Hel..." I pulled the phone away from my ear, as Della cackled loudly.


"I've gotta do that to my cousin next time he sleeps over!" She shouted evilly, "your going to have to show me the picture, you know that right?"


She must of got my text about the prank, i'd sent earlier. I still had yet to tell sadie about it.


"Ya I will but you can't tell anyone I showed you or tell anyone about it." I stated.


She was about to respond when someone else began calling me.


"I gotta take this. Bye Della, I'll call you back," I then hung up before Della could protest, and answered the other caller


"Hello?"


"Hey, it's me Sandra,"


"Oh hey. Whats..."


"Hush up and listen," she said excitedly, "I was talking to Brent earlier this morning.."


"Oo la la," I interrupted.


"Again hush up! He wants me to go to a party with him. Tonight. At his friends house."


"And?.."


"And your coming with me."


"What?!? No!" I practically shouted into the phone.


"I am not going alone. It's gonna be one of those crazy house parties you see on tv! I might get killed! Or drugged!"


"Can't you kindly decline the invite?" I asked, now realizing the excitement I heard earlier might just be terror.


"No he won't ever like me if I do that."


"Alright. I'll tell my parents i'm going over to your house for another sleep over."


"Thank you! And come early, so you can help me find something cute to wear,"


"Honey, it's a party, cute won't do."


"Ok whatever, come over at 9:00 pm. See you soon,"


I rolled my eyes, "Bye."


I looked at the time: 4:00pm.


Well, I got some time to kill.




--later--


"What do you think?" Sandra asked, walking out of the washroom in the outfit i had picked out for her.


I smiled and gave her two thumbs up, "magnificent!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands.


It was 9:45 pm. I was at Sandra's house, in her orange and pink bedroom again, getting ready for the party. Brent and Decan would be here in a few minutes to pick us up.


"I don't know...you don't think it's to....revealing?" Sandra asked as she twirled in front of her door mirror.


She wore a dark red magenta tank top dress that hugged her body, showing off her curves. Around her neck she wore a long black chain that fell around her waist. Her sandy orangey blond hair was tied up in a bun. And for her shoes, she wore black pumps.


"Absolutely not. Now its my turn to impress," I grabbed my outfit and headed into the washroom, before I entered, I called out to her, "And Brent is totally going to keep you glued to his side!" I ran inside the washroom then, knowing she was probably shooting daggers at the door, ready to bite my head off.


My out fit was black skinny jeans with a grey tank top which was designed with grey/silver sparkles covering the front in strips. For my shoes I wore grey pumps. On one of my wrists I wore silver bangles.


I let my hazel hair down in loose curls. For my makeup I wore, light grey shimmer eye shadow, mascara, light orange/pink lipstick and foundation.


I came out of the washroom in record time.


"Ta da!" I said arms outstretched.


Sandra laughed, "you look stunning!"


"Why thank you," I bowed.


"Dean is going to love you in that,"


"Wait what?" I asked slightly confused.


"It's obvious he likes you even Brent said." She explained, as she sat on her bed and fixed her hair.


I stared at her blankly, "he doesn't like me and Deans coming?"


"Yup and he clearly does. Brent says....." She was cut off by the doorbell ringing.


I frowned. Well this night's going to be interesting....


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