The Bad Boy And My Bra

Chapter 8: The Master Plan

Scarlett Kimura's pov

I'm currently in my top secret base under my house where no one knows where it's located, not even Kyle knows it. I'm sitting in my master chair thinking a plan for a sweet revenge for my new enemy. Jarred flipping Madson.

I even looked up at some good pranks on the Internet like the broom between a guy's legs for a nut-shot, shaving cream as whipped cream with actual strawberries for the victim to eat, steal his boxers, put fake toy spiders down his shirt, offer him my one of my 'shocking' bubblegum or dye his hair in his sleep.

I can be really evil almost like the real Satan himself, somtimes.

I thought hard and wise on what's my revenge plan will be, that's when it strike me.

"Scar, do you want something to eat?" My mum interrupt my planning, opening the door with a motherly smile of hers flashes at me.

Okay, so I am not in my top secret base under my house. All in honesty, I am in my bedroom but I can dream about my secret base.

Back in reality, I can hear my stomach growling for food. "Yeah? Can I have cookies?" I asked innocently, hopefully I do get cookies for my stomach.

"Yeah, we just brought chocolate chip cookies today. They're in the kitchen." She stated casually in a duh tone voice, leaning on the doorway. Did I to mention she's cool, my brother surely got her genes on the family. So that would explain on how perfect they both are in many ways.

I immediately got up from my spiny seat chair and rush into the kitchen, to find my true love. Chocolate chip cookies.

I search in the usual place where we put the cookies at. The cookie jar, duh. Its located in one of the highest kitchen cupboards. Of course.

Fudge-cakes, I'm always too short for this situation.

Its time to put my climbing skills to the test, I carefully climbed on the kitchen counter and open up the top cupboard. There it is, the great cookie jar. Legend say that 'only good children who can have a cookie' but the Legend didn't say, 'no Scarlett'. With that being said, I carefully took the cookie jar in my grasp and sat down on counter. I opened up the jar and start eating one cookie at the time.

Some milk would be pretty nice to go along with my cookies, but the fridge is too away and I couldn't be bother getting a glass cup. The struggle was indeed hard.

I mentally groan at the struggle and start preparing a glass of milk in a couple of seconds. I took a sip from my drink and felt a cold, wet liquid above my upper lip. I have a fabulous milk mustache.

I use the back of my hand to wipe off the milk mustache from my face and start dipping my cookie in the milk. This tastes so heavenly that I almost forgot what was I doing few minutes ago.

That's when I hear a cough in the room, as I turn face the cough owner. It was just my dad who witness everything. By everything I mean by eating a innocent cookie.

I innocently smile at my dad as I took another bite from my cookie, "Hey dad." I casually give him an acknowledge nod.

"Hey Scar, are you going to share those cookies?" He asked politely, with a acknowledge nod to the packet of chocolate chip cookies beside me.

Did I forgot to mention, we're chocolate lovers? That would explain why he wants the cookies. I would too, want cookies if someone is eating infront of me.

I playfully pout at his words and offer him a cookie. Sharing is caring.

My dad took the cookie from my hand, as he dips it in my glass of milk and takes a big bite from the cookie.