The Bad Boy's Band

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Sophie's POV

Friday is one of the best days of the week. It is the start of the weekend and new movies come out. This should cause happiness, right? Recently, not so much for me. The bad boy next door has had a band for awhile now. From what I heard they were practicing at the drummer's house, but his mom made them find somewhere else to practice. So now late at night right next door loud music blasts and keeps me up most of the night. I'm probably sleep deprived, because I have gotten about four hours of sleep every night instead of eight to ten.

I set my bookbag in the floor and change into some pajamas. I lay down on my bed and before you know it I'm out like a light.

We are wild
We are like young volcanoes
We are wild
Americana, exotica
Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby?

I raise my head up from my pillow and rub my eyes.

Maybe it was because I wasn't fully awake or my patience was up, but when I fully wake up I find myself walking next door.

It's now or never.

I stop a few feet away from the lead singer which just so happens to be the bad boy, Ace. One of the guitar players notices me first and stops playing causing all the others to stop too.

"Why did you stop?" Ace asks him. He still hasn't seen me because he was looking at a piece of paper.

Guitar dude does not say word; he just points in my direction. Ace turns towards me and scans me up and down.

"If you're here to listen to us sing, then you should just leave," he says.

I roll my eyes. "If I wanted to listen to you, I wouldn't be here. I can do that from inside my room."

"Why are you here then?"

"I'm here to tell you to stop playing so dang late at night. Play earlier or some where else."

He smirks at me. Smirks. What a jerk. "That's not going to happen."

"Just remember that I warned you." I glare at him.

"And who are you?"

"The good girl with a wild side," I sweetly smile and turn around. I confidently walk back to my house and start thinking of a devious plan as payback.

》THE BAD BOY'S BAND《

It is currently five A.M. and my plan is coming into action. For the last hour, I have spent blowing up balloons and woopie cushions (the things that make the farting sound when you step or sit on them). At midnight I went out and bought a lot of stuff for this revenge prank. Thank you, 24-hour Walmart. I put as much as I can in a bookbag and pick up the trash bag of ballons and woopie cushions. I have on a black tank top, black leggings, and no shoes. I have my hair up in a messy bun so it will stay out of my face.

Okay. I think I'm ready. I'm going to start in the garage.

I quietly walk out of my house and walk over to his house.

I think all of them have been asleep for a little over an hour.

I go to the smaller garage door and take a bobby pin out of my hair. I hear a click and I twist the knob and it opens.

Thank goodness.

My heart beats fast from the adrenaline as I get to work. After setting the trash bag to the side. I take out the pink spray paint. After spray painting something on the garage door, I put a bunch of liquid glue of the drummer seat. I tape an air horn to the wall so when they open the door it will blow. I scatter the ballons and woopie cushions around the garage.

Now I just have one more thing to do.

I grab a black sharpie and quietly walk through the house. I finally find Ace's room and see that they are all fast asleep. I grab a phone that is on the nightstand and set an alarm for eight A.M. They should really have a password on their phones.

I look around at all the guys. My eyes land on Ace. He doesn't have a shirt on and he looks really peaceful and cute.

Not for long. I grin to myself and start writing on his stomach.

》THE BAD BOY'S BAND《

Fifteen minutes after eight, I decide to go see if the boys liked my prank or not. I had on a grey t-shirt, shorts, and flipflops. I walk out of the house and head next door. The big garage door was open and the boys didn't look very happy.

"What happened here?" I ask and pull my eyebrows together in confusion.

"You did this," Ace says and points a finger at me.

"Me?" I point to a finger to myself. "You've got to be kidding."

"You did do this," he huffs and crosses arms across his chest.

"You have to give her credit," guitar dude number two says. "This was a pretty good prank."

I can't help, but smile. "Did you guys like your tattoos?"

"Tattoo?" He asks.

I nod my head. "Lift up your shirt."

He does and it says number two. "What does that mean?"

"You are guitar player number two because the other one saw me first yesterday. His says number one."

"Do I have one?" Drummer guy asks.

"No."

"So I didn't get pranked by myself?" He grins.

I scrunch my nose up. "No..." I trail off.

"What did you do?"

"Try to stand up."

He does, but the seat comes with him. "No!"