Game On, Mr. Bad Boy.

Chapter 8

The next morning, I woke up when a strong palm hit my nose indecisively, causing me to jolt up suddenly with a painful sting surrounding my small nose. My eyes scanned for the culprit and landed up on a blonde figure who was sprawled up next to me on my king size bed, snoring lightly in her peaceful siesta. As I looked at Paige carefully who was still lost in her sound sleep, the unfortunate events of yesterday swirled up on my mind like a heavy raging storm.

After I found Paige, sobbing heavily yet soundly near my car yesterday in the parking lot, neither of us spoke about it because we both knew the reason behind her doleful tears. So we both decided to call it a night and headed to my place for a sleepover after running an errand to the departmental store and filling our baskets with tubs of chocolate mint ice-cream and packets of kit-kats and m&n's along with jars of nutella.

I sighed dramatically as I remembered how yesterday was supposed to be a day of joyous celebration and how in just a few moments the tables had turned wickedly making it a day full chaos and uneasiness.

I got up from my bed, untangling myself from the clutches of my yellow sheets and headed straight towards the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I headed downstairs as my feet felt cold and numb against the concrete white marble flooring despite it being the mere end of March. I spotted Gabby in the kitchen and gave her a peck on her soft, wobbly cheek as she wiped the counter clean.

"Morning darling! And why are you up so early today ?"

"I just didn't feel like sleeping anymore and why are you up so early on a Saturday morning? You know waking up by eight on weekends should be illegal !" I whined as I grabbed a glass mug from the cupboard and poured myself some cold coffee.

"Well, I suggest you start waking up early for the next couple of days since you know what big day is coming closer." Gabby grinned evilly like a wicked cat as she washed her fair hands under the hot running water.

"What day?" I frowned as I took another sip of my coffee.

And after a couple of seconds, maybe because of the drastic effect of caffeine, my eyes widened in horror and panic as I choked violently on my own drink. Gabby came rushing towards me and after a few slaps and hits from her on my back and head, realization struck me like a thunder and I was condemned with atrocity.

"It's April Fool's Day!" I gasped at my own stupidness as I recalled my previous horrible experience from being a victim.

Last year, during this very inauspicious day, Logan had managed to mix my blueberry toothpaste with a special type of food colouring that manages to highlight its shade after a few hours. So during my advanced math class which was the second period, my sparkling white teeth had managed to contrive itself into a ghastly shade of plum. And not only this, he also sprinkled cherry sprinklers all over my breakfast secretly and the next thing I know, I arrived in school with an exceptionally red nose and a pair of extra swelled cheeks along with a box of tissues in my hands. And considering it to be one of my lazy ovary days, my body was covered in an off white pajama with the English alphabets printed on them in dark blue ink paired with an over sized knitted, long sleeved sweater.

My English teacher, on seeing me like this, had actually skipped a heartbeat and assuming that I was high on some kind of drug had called for my dad urgently. Considering the worst part, my teeth remained a deep shade of sinister purple for two whole days despite of having had used the best of cleansing products.

So observing the events of last year, I wasn't going to let him loose this time and for that I had to come up with a master plan with a little help from Paige.

"Yes sweetie and trust me, you really don't want to have that nasty colour back on your teeth. It wasn't a pretty sight." Gabby said and chuckled after finishing her chore. I sighed heavily and let my brown eyebrows sink as I remembered that day again. My eyes shot towards Paige, who was busy talking to someone on the phone.