The Prank War

~ Chapter 2 ~

QOTC (Quote Of The Chapter):

"Character is destiny." -Heraclitus

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(Lucas' POV)

"What the hell is wrong with you dude?"

I scoff, remembering to keep my eyes on the road and not turn around to punch Xavier's face.

"Who puts fat arse spiders in a shower with someone in it?" He asks, the British accent practically pouring his words.

I roll my eyes and say, "Well, I'm not the one who put ghost peppers in their friend's cupcake."

Xavier turned to look out the window and mumbled to himself, "Fuck you."

I laugh my ass off at my best friend's frustration.

"So what's the school called?" Andrew asks.

"I think it's like... Fakewood High... Or something." I answer.

"Dude, it's Lakewood High." Ryan corrected me.

"Whatever, who gives a shit." I say.

After 5 minutes of a bitching Xavier, a singing Andrew, and a smart-ass Ryan, we finally arrive at the school.

"Damn, this place looks expensive." Andrew mutters.

"Dude, it's probably a shithole." Xavier says.

"You're just pissed that Luke put 8-legged 'death machines' in your chamber of water." Andrew retorts.

"Shut the fuck up, An." Xavier mutters.

"You're such a dickwad! You know damn well that the nickname you gave me sounds like-- no, is a woman's name!"

We exit the car, grabbing our backpacks, and walk towards the school.

We open the double doors and step inside, all side-by-side.

We just stand there for a moment taking it all in.

A bunch of teens are standing at their lockers.

Jocks are throwing around a football. The nerds are comparing books and cleaning their glasses. The drama kids are acting out Titanic.

And the girls...

All kinds of girls are in the room. The girly ones are fixing their hair and putting on make-up. The nerdy ones are reading books. The bitchy ones are throwing around gossip. And the bad-ass ones are giving everybody death stares.

All species of girls are in front of us and we knew it (well, except Cougars, of course).

We all looked at each other and just kept walking.

Boys were giving us looks of adoration, fear, or resent.

Girls were giving us looks of love, fear, or hate.

All of us were used to this of course.

Being 'The Bad Boys' got us a reputation, and we intend to keep it.

Our group/gang consists of 4 dudes.

Me (Lucas), Andrew, Xaivier, and Ryan. All of us are seniors.

We moved from the east side of town and here we are.

Lakewood (or Fakewood) High.

"Damn, there are a lot of students here." Andrew says.

We all nod in agreement and head to our lockers.

I walk to mine, open it, and put my backpack in, making sure to grab my text book to what ever class I have first.

More than likely it's AP Math.

Before you judge me, although I have a tough-guy image, I do have a pretty good brain and so do the dudes.

We all have at least 2 AP classes, Ryan, being the smart-ass he is, has ALL AP classes, but who gives a shit.

Whatever, putting that aside, I close my locker and standing there, was a 5' 6" figure of a female.

She had hazel hair and amazingly blue eyes.

I was mesmerized by her, not taking my eyes off the chick, but I was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around and come face-to-face with a blonde.

She gave me a smirk, and literally shoved her chest in my face.

Her face was a caked with makeup, and her clothes screamed, slut!

This was probably the school bitch.

Her 3 minions were behind her, and unfortunately, my amigos came at the exact moment she tapped my shoulder.

Her and her friends gasped at the sight of us, and their sluttiness began.

The blonde in front of me flipped her hair.

"Um, hi! My name is Mindy! I can't help but notice that you guys are new. I was wondering if you need assistance." She said, batting her eyelashes, her voice annoyingly high and fast.

What a slut.

Of fucking course she would come after me.

Not to brag, not only are me and the boys known for our fun adventures, but we're also known for our looks.

I mean, in all those cheesy stories, the 'Bad Boy' is a man-whore, and always plays girls' hearts. However, although me and my friends are 'hot' bad boys, we are most definitely not man-whores.

We look at each other and Ryan opens his mouth and puts his finger at the opening to symbolize 'ewwwwwwwwwwwww!'

I mentally chuckle and turn my attention back for the chick named, Marrisa, was it?

"Look... Miranda, um, judging by the fact that me and the boys found our way to our lockers, I think we're good." I said, in the nicest way possible.

"You sure, I mean, I wouldn't want to leave you guys stranded in the middle of campus, alone and lost like cute, little puppies." she said, pouting.

Obviously she thought she was hot.

Bitch.

"Um, thanks for the offer, but yeah, we're good." I said, wanting to leave as fucking possible.

She tilted her head to the side and pouted even more.

"Oh well, that's fine I guess. You guys seem to be pretty smart. I like that. Well, I guess we'll see you around. You can join us for lunch if you like."

I roll my eyes and she walks away.

"Fucking finally. That piece of slutty shit was scaring the crap out of me." Xavier mutters.

"Dude, you need to get yourself a damn filter. With a mouth like that, flies would want to fly in it." Andrew retorts.

"Why would they want to fly in my mouth?"

"Aren't flies attracted to all things dirty?"

"I don't fucking know, nor do I care."

I look at my watch and say, "Guys, we have five minutes till the first period bell rings. Let's get going."

"Since when do you fucking care about being early for class?" Ryan asks.

"Since now, so let's move out."

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