Dear Rabbit

Chapter 11

Waiting around at home for the boys was uncomfortable. It made me nervous and excited all at the same time, which made writing an Essay about the German Constitution in the 1920s harder than it already was. There was this ever present need to get up and move. To do something. Anything. But what? It wasn't as if I was going to run around the block for a few minutes (Mainly because exercise was an evil crafted by Satan in the fiery pits of Hell and secondly because my Doctor told me not to do that). It wasn't that the boys were the issue, it was that we'd be pranking on Ben...he was still my friend even if he'd gone and messed up and I just hoped whatever they were doing wouldn't get him in too much trouble or harm him too much. I reasoned that at the very least they couldn't physically hurt him from all the way in California. But that didn't make me feel much better...

I was lying on my stomach with a few text books in front of me a top my bed, I figured any and all pranking business would just take place in my room away from the parents whom were either being way too kind to me or were giving me the silent and angry treatment. The latter was the main reason I was hiding in my room; I doubted anyone would like to go through that array of awkward tension.

"The Wonder Twins are coming round tonight right? For this prank?" Dori was spinning in my desk chair lazily, a contented look across her features. I knew she was eager to prank Ben. She'd been wanting to get her own back for years and with the recent events she'd most definitely enjoy teaching him a lesson or two or maybe even three if she got the opportunity. Their relationship was as strained as Socs and Greasers, I was waiting for one to drown the other. Provided they had the opportunity of course.

"Uh, yeah..." I looked up from where I was highlighting random passages of my text book, apparently a thing both me and Stiles had in common (over highlighting that is) and Mr. Harris hated it with a passion. I think that's why he liked to keep me on the desk farthest from Stiles and Scott. He thought they were a bad influence or something...or maybe he just liked to see me miserable surrounded by people who didn't know me and didn't care. Sometimes I'd get lucky and work with say Danny for an experiment, but for the most part I was stuck all alone miles away. It sucked eggs.

"Your little boyfriend told you what the prank is?" I sighed putting the highlighter down and rolling my eyes at Dori. I knew this was coming after what happened at lunch today. After all we'd come up with a stupid cover-up date and Dori had been waiting to jump on that band wagon for the past few weeks. In fact she'd been hinting at it when I was with any boy except Danny and Jackson. Even poor adorable Isaac. He'd been absolutely flustered at the suggestions Dori made, bless him...I felt terrible about that actually. It was obvious that he was shy. At least Stiles could take it and sometimes throw it back or he could at least forget about it.

"Firstly he's not my boyfriend and secondly no. He hasn't." I hadn't been told even a sliver of what the two of my friends had in store for Ben. In all honesty I wasn't sure I even wanted to know. It could be something completely dreadful...Stiles seemed like he could come up with some horrific plans and could be downright evil if he chose to be. Luckily he was a pretty pleasant guy for the majority of the time and I had yet to get on his bad side...and I didn't plan on it either. It wouldn't be anywhere near as pleasant as being on Santa's naughty list I can imagine.

"If he's not now he will be soon. After all aren't you going on a date tomorrow?" She stopped spinning the chair, one eyebrow raised questioningly at me as I laid there completely out of it. Everything she was saying made sense, if you were in one of those teenage dramas that is. But I wasn't. This was real life and just because we were going on a 'date' didn't mean we had any feelings for each other. Stiles was my best friend. Nothing more. I was thoroughly convinced of that. Besides as if a nice guy like Stiles would ever have an interest in me. I was awkward. Subpar in the looks department and I said some things that were really horrifying.