Chapter 5: Beautiful Masterpiece

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I know. I suck. But I had an operation today and honestly I feel numb. Check out uh... New Ship... and Pranking King and Queen...
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I glanced at Nathan just wondering what was going on in his head. He grins.

"Okay, we agree that Ms. Valentine is a scary little witch." He said.

I snorted. "No shit, Sherlock."

"Thanks for the sarcasm." He rolled his eyes but smiled.

He smirked and pulled something out of his bag and guess what that was?

A carton full of rotten eggs.

"We're gonna slam these against her car." He has a devious look in his eyes.

"We're gonna get caught." I said. Then I'll probably kill you.

"Nope. She stuck with a meeting with the Principal for at least a couple of hours." He set the eggs in my hands and grabbed two white ski masks that cover are entire face excluding our eyes.  He hand me one.

I smirked. I slipped it on and then cracked open the carton. "This looks like shit." I said picked up an egg.

He had already slipped on his mask and grabbed an egg. " I want to see her reaction but we have leave by then. So let's get started." He drew his arm back and flung the egg across and it slammed against the hood.

I smile and the egg on the windshield. Soon all the eggs were gone and Ms. Valentine's poor car was covered in eggs. I put my fist in my mouth to stop myself from laughing but of course I couldn't stop.

"Such a beautiful masterpiece." Nathan said.

I guffaw and walk away. Nathan caught up with me.

"Do you want to go for ice cream?" He asked.

I nodded. I smiled. May be you're not so bad.

We walked to a little ice cream shop. "What do your want?" He asks.

"Vanilla." I said.

"One vanilla and chocolate please." He said.

The girl behind the counter attempt to try and catch his attention. When he looked up, it took no rocket scienist to tell he was annoyed.

"Look I just want my ice cream. You're not going to get a reaction out of me. If you are standing in the way of me getting ice cream, then kindly eff off." He said.

The girl gaped at him but handed him ice cream. He grabbed the cones, handing over mine and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. We walked away. 

I lick the dairy treat and soon we both got to finish the ice cream.  

"This was fun." I smiled at him. He soften at smile. 

"Yeah it was." He said. 

"I hope that we can do this again." I said  leaning in a bit closer. 

"Maybe we will. After all,  you're definitely my prank queen. " He whispered. He leaned in. 

"You're my prank king." I said. 

We were gonna kiss but this happen...

"I'm sorry. I can't ." I said, as I back  up.

"I want to. I just... I don't know." I ramble. 

He stopped me by covering my mouth. "Its okay. I understand. " He uncovered my mouth and kissed my cheek.  He walked away.  When he was out earshot,  I grabbed my hair and screamed.

"What the hell is wrong with me?!" I yell. I sighed. I walked home and change into a black cropped goodie and a pair of pale blue shorts. I slipped on my mask and stomped over to the underground arena. 

I walk over to one the walls and punch it. It caused a hole and Cyrus just sighed and called maintenance.  

I rolled my eyes and  Raider walked out of the hallway. "I need a match. " He called out.

I walked into  the ring with him. "Let's go."

He looked over at me and sighed. "Okay." 

I made the first move and punched his gut. He grabbed my arm and flipped me  over. I jumped up and  pushed him down. I got on top of him. "I'm so mad right now. " I said. I need to blow.

He scoffs. "You think you're having a  bad day? Try having mine." 

I got off him and flipped myself out of the ring. He followed me of course. 

"Do you have any idea how it feels to be  rejected when you tried so hard?" He asked, frustrated. 

"Do you have any idea how much it hurts to not get close to someone when all you want is to do that?" 

I was face to face with him. I was breathing hard and so was he. He slammed his mouth against mine and I kissed back.

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