The Tale Of The Brit And The Bad Boy

Chapter 34: So Disturbing!

Cherry POV

"Justin!!!" stupid little prick isn't listening "JUS-TIIIINNN!!!" just as I'm about to scream again, Justin came running into my room. 

"Ohhhh!" he started laughing. His laugh annoys me so much. 

"Where is he?!?" I was fuming, I swear you could see the steam coming out of my ears. If you're confused then let me explain. The one and only asshole decided it would be funny to foil wrap my bathroom, spread nutella all over my face, and last but not least have me wake up with one hand glued to the bed post. And of course it couldn't get any funnier when there was a bucket of water waiting for me to try and sit up so it could pour all over me. 

I was sitting up, my bathroom door open so I could see what they done, my hand still glued to the bed post. And whenever I lick my lips I can only taste wet nutella. 

"I've been told not to tell"

"What did he give you?"

"He gave me thirty bucks, to spread nutella on your face, and gave me his signed soccer ball (football) signed by the amazing Neymar"

"I can give you a football signed by Ronaldo!" 

"Well I got thirty bucks from him too sooo..."

"Go into my backpack you'll find a Blink182 wallet, take out how much money you want, just help me get out and tell me where Greg is then you can be let off, simple"

He nodded went into my backpack and took out ten pounds, and fifty dollars, why in the world would he need British money?" Then what he did next got me so pissed. 

"Where are you going?"

"Hey Greg, it worked, you get her football and we get more money!" he smirked at me. "Lets just say he gave me a little more then just a soccer ball and money. He reached into his pocket and took out a piece of paper, which had Lily's number on it (a girl he's been crushing on). He winked and walked away.

"Have fun getting out!"

"You little piece of-"

"CHERRY WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE" Justin shouted, obviously laughing. He was supposed to be a good brother not the evil masterminds sidekick. 

I tried to get my hands free, as if that doofus actually used super glue. The worst part is I can't reach my phone. I was so close too! So I just sat there, my hand glued to my bed post with wet nutella on my face.

When I see Greg he's gonna be begging for mercy. I'm gonna get sweet sweet revenge. 

"Oh my goodness, of course Gabs, it's going to be perfect, so the wedding is next month, it's been confirmed, so should we start sending out the invitations.....okay.....I'll tell her Gabs don't worry - Cherry!!!" my mum called me.

"Yeah!" I shouted back

"Come downstairs sleepy head, it's past noon, we need to chat about Gabs wedding, and if you want pancakes you're gonna have to hurry up!"

"Yeah well I would but I'm in quiet a sticky situation here!" I literally am, the nutella is drying up and it's sticky.

"What do you mean?" she shouted.

"Just come upstairs!" I shouted back. 

I heard her footsteps and then she came into my room.

"Charlie Carter!" so she's using the full name. Well, I'm fucked if she doesn't believe me.

"It wasn't me, honestly. Mum just listen to me, then you can decide who to be angry at-" she nodded, still glaring at me, can't she see that I'm the victim. My hand is frigging super glued to the bed post. "-Okay, so I woke up this morning with nutella on my face and my hand glued to the bedpost. When I tried getting out of the bed water splashed on me, that explains why the bed is wet and why I'm wet. Then my bathroom was foil wrapped, so I'm stuck"