~○•♡ kiss me ♡•○~ || isaac garcia

~○°~♧ two ♧~°○~

~°☆ I call it "Don't Shittalk My Sister," designed by yours truly." ☆°~

I don't wanna leave bed this morning.

Partly because school yesterday was really draining, but mostly because I showed a handful of pasta in Isaac's hair. WHY DID I DO THAT? I'm sure he's gonna be so mad. Madder than usual, and by the looks of things, that's saying something.

So I don't get up.

Jackie left for a run with Nathan earlier, so frankly, there's no one to come get me.

Just as I begin to pull the covers back over my head, I hear the door open. "Laker." You could hear the period in his words. Who uses punctuation when speaking? Losers like Isaac, that's who. "What?" I sat, trying to keep my cool. I can't believe I would do something like that, even if my sister was hurting.

"Care to explain why I had to take three showers last night to get the spaghetti out of my hair?" I feign innocence before replying. "Hmm... really? I thought it suited you. I call it "Don't Shittalk My Sister," designed by yours truly." I shoot him a sarcastic smile for good measure.

"You're lucky I'm not snitching on you, Y/n."

"I could say the same to you. How does it feel knowing you made fun of an orphan?" I see his expression drop, and I know that one hit home. His nostrils just flare as he exits and slams the door.

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ISAAC'S POV

I have many, many problems with the new girl. Firstly, I'm not sure what business she has in constantly fighting with me. I'm not even a rude person, I'm just playing, but it seems like this genuinely frustrates her. Secondly, if there's one thing anyone needs to know about me, it's don't.

Touch.

My.

Hair.

And, well, you know what she did. So I'm gonna get her back, and I'm gonna do it well.

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After some convincing of the boys, I managed to get almost everyone in on the prank. So now we're gonna put the plan in action.

As Jackie and Laker leave their bedrooms, we take the shampoo out of their toiletry bag. We've already put bleach in the bottle downstairs, so all we have to do is follow the script and enjoy as shit hits the fan.

We all pop our heads out of our doors and chuckle as they walk downstairs.

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Jackie was not meant to shower first. The intention was that Laker would take a shower, then she'd realise the bleach was in there, and it would be too late for her.

I realise now how weak my plan making skills are as Jackie storms out of the bathroom with bright orange streaks in her hair.

And Y/n follows behind with the biggest smirk I've ever seen.

"Hmm, it seems like your little plan failed, didn't it, Denver?" I just scoff as I assess the damage. Literally. The bleach damage.