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PROBLEM XXIV| Being A Prank Queen
Today, when I stepped foot into the cafeteria, time stilled. People turned their heads, and looked at me with pride. Some even glared and some smiled. And I stood there like the statue I became. I ducked my head and made a bee line towards the table. “What the cherries is happening?” I hissed at them as they laughed.
“Quit laughing!” I hissed at them, “Will you just tell me?” I said, looking around at the people looking at me like a hawk. “It’s creeping me out!”
They laughed. I gave them a barren look, as they finally caught their breaths. “You see Little Chilli,” Kai started, “You're prank went viral. Everybody in Lakeville is talking about it.”
My face turned a colour of horror and my legs were attached to sudden cold feet. “E-Every B-Body?” I stammered. They nodded. “Holy Poo!”
“Holy Poo? Clover really?” Dean said.
“Shut up!” I snapped. My fingers were in my mouth and nails half bitten, “But H-How is that Possible? I mean no one could've known unless...Unless YOU!” I hissed, pointing my index at Ryan. “You did this!”
“What, no!” He espoused. My eyes narrowed to slits, “You let it out! There is no one else who knew!” I glared.
“Wait, Ryan knew about the prank?” Houston butt in. I nodded, “How do you think I got the alcohol. Plus, he said it was allowed. Leon got detention after all,” I shrugged. I pointed at Ryan and looked at Houston, “I don't care if this guy is your best friend. I will kill him,” I said, as I lunged at him, only to be held back by Dean.
“Woah Wait there, little red.”
I grunted, “Is it Little Chilli or Little Red? Stick to fucking one!”
Kai laughed, “Oh, she knows a cuss word!” He exclaimed, his eyes holding an excited gleam which was gone as soon as he saw the look I was giving him. “HoneyCakes relax,” Houston said, “Ryan didn't say anything about it. We figured it out. As off the rest of the people, some of them saw Leon threatening you.”
“On the brighter side,” Greg exclaimed, “You got Leon detention as well as suspension!”
I sighed, “I don't feel very good about it anymore. Reyana will kill me for doing something like that to her brother,” I said, my shoulders slumping.
“Hey, we told you we had your back. Don’t worry about it,” Grant said, placing his hand on my shoulder.
“Clover, is it?”
I turned my head to see someone I did not expect to see. Jordan Watster—a.k.a—the King Prankster of Lakeville High. Holy Buffalos! He's going to sue me for this!
