Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Original Prankster 18+- Tate Langdon

The last bell had finally rang, and I wasn't leaving; thanks to the perks of detention, we had to stay in this shithole longer. It's my principal's fault for forcing me to join the school's event committee as a disciplinary service. As I reviewed the consequences of my actions in this room of internal suffering, I asked myself, "Was putting laxatives in the punch at the school dance honestly worth it?" Yes. Yes, it was- and I would do it again.

There was one other person in the room. He sat a couple of desks ahead of me. I'd seen him times before, but we'd never spoken. I had math class with him during my junior year, so I believed his name was Tate. Tate Langdon. I couldn't forget since I thought of Sharon Tate and Charles Manson every time I saw him. If it wasn't me getting kicked out of the class, it was him, so I wondered what he was here for. I'd caught him turning back to look at me multiple times when the teacher was still here, but Mr. Johnson went to smoke, so we were alone- and there was no telling for how long.

I had to admit the messy-haired blonde was cute, and the dimples didn't help. His chocolate eyes were what truthfully hooked me. He had this cute, dense demeanor- he looked like he had common sense but chose not to put it to use.

I failed to realize that I had been staring at him the for some time when he turned around and looked at me again. He took this opportunity to turn his chair around to face me.

"You like what you see," he joked.

"Hmm- kinda. You're cute," I admitted.

Tate looked surprised by the honest answer. What did he think I would lie? He was hot- why would I lie about that? The lack of common sense was now showing. A shy smile appeared on his face. His cheeks transformed into a pink melon color- he had begun to blush. Cute.

"So, what are you in here for," I questioned.

"I-uh got caught putting marbles in Mr.Johnson's gas tank," he stuttered, "Allegedly."

My brows furrowed a bit at that last part.

"Allegedly," I responded, "How is it alleged if you got caught?"

"What are you? Hall Monitor," Tate mocked, " It's just alleged, okay!"

I laughed at him. He was cute and funny. Major win.

"Fair enough," I replied.

"What are you in here for," Tate asked.

"Well, I was in charge of drinks at the dance, and I guess I made everyone leave in a shitty mood," I answered.

Tate's eyes widened as he leaned forward.

"Wait- that was because of you," Tate gasped, "You're the Prank Master?"

"Allegedly," I joked.

"That was fucking epic," he exclaimed, "The whole school is talking about it. You're a God!"

"Thanks," I expressed, "I've been terrorizing this school since my first day of Freshman year. It's nice to know some people around here appreciate my talents- chaos is hard work, you know?"

"I bet," he said, "You know I don't mean to offend, but I would've never expected you to be a girl."

"Most people don't. It's why I get away with most of the schemes," I admitted, "Last year, I took the snakes from the science lab and put them in our math teacher's car. No one still knows that was me."

"Oh, yeah. That's where I remember you from," he responded, "Wait- you did that? I got in trouble for that; they thought that was me."

"Damn, my bad," I chuckled, "Sorry about that."