Home for the holidays

Chapter eleven- Ava

I feel a sense of victory as I wake up and see that nothing else has happened to the windows. That must mean she's given up, right? Honestly I kind of hope so even though I enjoy messing with her. My mom went absolutely ballistic when she heard people were talking about the state of her windows. There we little whispers about the town saying our house had be vandalised or something. Part of me just wanted to shout at them to stop as it rilled up my mom, but, the other half liked knowing this wasn't just in my head. Not just in my head as going a bit off the rails but more as a tangible thing. Lisa this absolutely gorgeous woman said she didn't want anything to do with me but then pranks me. Safe to say my delusional side is still in tact. I know these pranks are nothing more then her getting back at me for what I did to her sweater. That's why I try to push any unwelcome thoughts out my mind not that there are any... unwelcome thoughts. Instead optioning to think about how much she irritates me. After all I spent the whole day yesterday trying to remove that disgusting paste she created. 

I start wondering if Lisa has woken up and seen her windows. Honestly the amount of effort I put in has left me exhausted for today but I am highly considering scoping out her house to see my handiwork. After convincing myself (albeit a small amount) I decide to go over to Lisa's. I shout to my dad that I'm taking his car and he doesn't protest so we can assume thats a yes. I mean he didn't mind me taking it out last night, or more like he didn't know. Either way I get myself seated in the drivers seat and am so thankful for the tinted windows as I get ready to go to hers.

For this to not seem creepy I need to go at a reasonable speed and probably wont be able to park as physically doing a stakeout is too stalker for me. The drive is smooth there and only takes about five minuets-- although her house is reasonably close I couldn't be caught walking by as their house is not on one of the main roads. Getting closer I slow down a little. There's not really any other cars around which I'm not sure how I feel. On the one hand is absolutely excellent for me but I also look super suspicious. Praying no one recognises the car I carry on, I'm here already anyway. 

Squinting slightly I can see Lisa standing on a ladder. She wipes the window haphazardly seeming to have trouble. Amusement courses my skin as I watch her, okay so it probably shouldn't be as funny as it is, but I had to do this yesterday. Considering she didn't come storming round my house when she woke up I'm assuming we're even. Okay well not 100% because I still ruined her sweater but we've now had the same struggle of cleaning the windows. Though mine was a bit more extreme than hers, it's not my fault if I thought it out more than she did. From the timeframe of it being after the Christmas party I would also assume she wasn't completely sober-- or at all sober by how much I saw here drink throughout the night. Not that I was looking at her... well not on purpose. She has a sort of gravitational pull that enraptures me, it's probably from her arrogance and how stuck up she seems to be. Her icy claws just sink in naturally. I mean seriously who is that pressed over a sweater? Fleeing the scene I smirk in victory at how my prank went. 

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I wake up and do all the mundane things of the day. Today has honestly been my most boring day since coming here. My mom and dad are out with my sister and her husband which is absolute luxury. I'm pretty sure they're doing some last minute Christmas shopping (I wasn't invited). 

Although I'm happy to not have them around the house, this house is so boring. I've done everything I possibly could. Which means pretty much cleaning the whole house because I know my mom will come back and ask why I haven't. Its so extreme I took a little time lapse of me vacuuming just so she can't argue with me. I love having to get the time stamp as evidence though it probably won't be enough for her. 

At the moment I'm making myself a grilled cheese sandwich needing all the comfort food in the world. Lisa hasn't said anything to me about the windows even though I messaged her on instagram. I don't know what I was expecting she did say not to talk to her after all but she seemed more fiery than that. At least at the Christmas party when all her defences were up she seemed that way-- super rude as well but there was something there I just can't quite figure out what. Some part of me thought deep down that me opening up a line of messaging would mean she'd message back. Not that I care, the quicker she's out of my life the better.