Up till now this trip was just fun and games, now however I'm ready to serve up revenge. Brooke should know that no one messes with my girlfriend and gets away with it.
I pick up the phone "Prod, I need your help."
Prod's the ultimate prankster, he'll know what to do.
"Yeah dude, sure. Just tell me what happened?"
I clench and un-clench my fist. "It's Brooke again."
He starts laughing. "She likes you Ray, and she lashes out at poor Kristen."
"Exactly, just yesterday she pushed my Kris into the sea."
"That's low man, so I'm taking it you want revenge?"
"Yeah, let me know when you think of something."
"Okay, call you later dude. Take care of Kristen."
"Yep I will. Thanks, bye."
I walk over to where Kristen's laying and kiss her on the forehead.
"I'm sorry I wasn't around yesterday, I feel horrible."
"It's okay, you're sweet but I'm fine, really."
"I'm not. Brooke can't just get away with whatever she does."
"So what are we gonna do to teach her a lesson?"
"Now there's the Kristen I know- evil."
"Hey!" She shrieks, chucking a pillow at me.
"Oh it is so on." I reply, throwing my mini bean bag at her.
She socks me on the head with an especially hard pillow.
"OW." I yell.
She bats her eyelashes. "Did that hurt babe?"
"What do you think?" I glare.
"I'm thinking you should man up." She winks.
I sigh, you just can't win with my girl.
"I'm thinking I'll be able to that if you don't hurt me."
She giggles. "I'll stop."
"Thank you." I say, grinning at her.
"And I love you." She says. "You're so cute when you're annoyed."
"I love you too." I say, blushing.
I must have spaced out because seconds later Kristen's calling my name.
"Earth to Ray?"
"Sorry Kris, just thinking... can we meet again later...I have some stuff I need to take care of."
"Like what?"
"I'm just getting you something you'd umm want." I say, avoiding eye contact with her. She looks hurt for a millisecond but then her expression goes back to normal.
"Okay then." She says, leaving it at that.
"Looks like I'm off the hook.. for now.." I mumble, to myself.
I take the long way back, running past shadow cove and onto the stretch of beaches where the spa is. I hide behind a wooden shack, what's that heated place called again? Brooke walks out, talking on the phone, wearing a juicy couture bathrobe, personalized with her name on it in gold thread. Prod would make so much fun of her if he was here, he'd know exactly what I should do to get back at her.. Man, I miss him.
"Hahahawahawahaw."
Brooke's ridiculously high-pitched laugh shakes me out of what Kristen calls "Rayworld". It's a weird laugh, sounds like a teenage girl + pig's grunt + evil laugh combined, the results are scary.
