The Prank War

~ Chapter 3 ~

QOTC (Quote Of The Chapter):

"Everything is funny as long as it is happening to someone else." -Will Rogers

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With a lingering smirk on my face, I walked into AP Math and sat on my table.

Key word: on.

My feet were on my chair and my ass was planted on the desk. My body was facing the back of the class room but I moved myself so I faced the door.

People have me strange looks and after everyone arrived the bell rang but Mr. Birkway didn't arrive.

My smirk grew even wider.

It grew bigger because he was about to get pranked so bad.

You see, Mr. Birkway always arrives late and always nags at us if we're late.

So I thought it was time to get back at him.

If there's one thing Mr. Birlway hates the most, it's rodents.

More specifically mice.

So, the prank I had for him was ideal.

"Alright guys, you're gonna want to sit on your desks like I am right now. Just a fair warning." I said, my eyes roaming around the room.

They all stared at me for a minute before realizing and shuffling noises filled the room as all teenagers began to sit on their desks.

"What's the prank today, Maddie?" A girl asked.

I smirked and said, "It's a very special one. Meant only for Mr. Birkway."

Everyone snickered and we waited there in silence, anticipating the moment our math teacher walked through that door.

As I sat on my desk, my thoughts began to wonder to 'The Bad Boys'.

When they say bad boys, do they mean those guys who fall for the good girl in those cliche romance novels?

'Cause if so, Jessica Welch (our school's good girl) has found her new match.

According to gossip, there are 4 of them and all the girls with high-pitch, squeaky voices and clothes smaller than a 3-year-old's say that they are hot.

Fucking sluts.

I thought about how they would react to my pranks, and how every single one of them would fear me and my pranks for the rest of the school year.

I snickered even more at the thought.

We sat there for about 6 minutes before the handle turned, and the door opened.

Then all hell broke loose.

A bucket of melted cheese fell on Mr. Birkway.

But a split second before the cheese fell, I noticed that Mr. Birkway, wasn't Mr. Birkway.

In fact, the person standing there was a teenage boy.

A 6' 3" teenage boy with black jeans, a black Nirvana shirt, combat boots, and a leather jacket.

But his face. His face was a sight to see. Brown eyes, a perfectly sculpted jaw bone, and a five o' clock shadow.

I kept thinking about his appearance before I realized.

This isn't the right person.

It was too late.

Too late to fix the problem, for the prank was released on the poor guy.