"Are you sure about this, Belle?" Charlie asks, frowning down at the golf cart.
Belle looks at Charlie with a mischievous grin, "Of course I'm sure, Charlie. This'll be absolutely legendary! One day you'll be telling your kids about how you hijacked a golf cart."
Fletcher pats Charlie's back, "Think about how much fun this will be!" Charlie looks at the golf cart once more, slightly shaking. "I-i don't know about this, guys."
"Come on, this will be hilarious! We get to annoy rich, middle aged men wearing obnoxious polos," Belle says, excitedly.
Charlie reluctantly sighs, "Fine, let's do this."
Belle and Fletcher high five each other triumphantly. "Fuck yeah!" Belle shouts, while sliding into the driver's side of the golf cart. Her two best friends squish in next to her.
She confidently turns the key in the ignition. Her red lipstick coated lips smirk as she presses her foot down on the pedal.
The cart lurches forward and Belle begins to steer it around the golf course, going at full speed.
The trio immediately burst into a fit of thrilled yells and laughs. Belle drives the cart past a group of men, ultimately causing one of them to swing and miss.
"Hey! Rotten kids!" A man in a light yellow polo and a dark mustache shouts angrily. The three let out a burst of laughter, not caring about a thing.
A few feet away from them is their English teacher, preparing to take a swing. "Oi, mate! Watch out for that golf cart," his best friend, Louis warns. Harry frowns in annoyance and looks up, staring down the golf cart.
His green eyes widen when he notices who is driving the cart. "Those are my students, Louis. That girl driving causes nothing but trouble. She's absolutely infuriating," he says, thinking back to the kiss they shared a week prior.
"Miss Peterson, I advise you to stop this nonsense right now!" Harry shouts at the golf cart speeding towards them.
Belle's eyes widen, "Leave it to our English teacher to be golfing." She immediately presses down on the breaks, letting the golf cart come to a complete stop.
"This man is ruining my life! First he makes us stop the fun and look at how good he looks in those pants," Fletcher comments under his breath.
Belle and Charlie stifle their laughs, noticing how close their teacher is getting towards them. A scowl is evident on his face.
"Do you guys have any idea about how much trouble you three are in?! This behavior is intolerable! Were any of even you thinking?!" Harry begins to shout, his authoritative side is beginning to peek.
"Sir, we were definitely thinking about what we were doing! Charlie was even contemplating it. Honestly, it's fun pissing off golfers. They get so angry," Belle retorts, laughing at that man's reaction.
"Don't start being a smart ass with me, Miss Peterson! Was this stupid idea, to terrorize golfers, your idea?"
"It sure was, sir. I enjoyed myself quite a lot."
"Miss Saunders and Mister Edwards, if you know what's best for the both of you, leave please. I'll escort you delinquent of a friend home." Mr. Styles states, looking at his two other students angrily.
Charlie and Fletcher look at Belle, not knowing what to do. Belle snorts in amusement, "It's fine guys, it seems that my father has decided to take me home because of my intolerable behavior," she says, mocking Harry.
Fletcher leans down and gives his best friend a kiss on the cheek, "Good luck," he whispers. Harry clenches his fists in jealousy. How could he have been so stupid? Obviously she had a boyfriend.
