The Lying Serpent

Chapter Thirteen: Don't Talk Trash About my Maltesers

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I hugged the bowl of Maltesers closely, aware of the looks I was getting from my friends.

"Ty-pi-cal," Nita sung.

"Don't worry, Nita, I got you a bowl for yourself. It's on the kitchen bench," I informed her.

She grinned and dashed for the bowl. Out of all of us, Nita and I were the only ones who had a profound love for Maltesers. I would never share a bowl with my friends. Never. It sounds incredibly selfish, but they all know I'd give them a bowl to share, one for only Nita, and one for myself.

I was on the couch, legs covering the other two spaces, while munching happily on my Maltesers.

The doorbell rung through my bliss, and I mumbled, "Is someone gonna get that?" When no one replied I huffed. "Don't look at me! I don't wanna get it!" When I'm eating my Maltesers, I hate to be interrupted.

"Nope, it's your house," Lissie retorted.

"Mmhmm," Ley agreed, licking her lips. She was scarfing down a packet of potato crisps.

"You can get it, Lin," Summer piped up, chewing on the gummy snakes. I had told her she could call me Linda, like all my friends did, but she insisted on a shorter nickname.

Sighing, I got up and walked to the door, still wolfing down my beloved Maltesers. They were almost gone, but I still had two more packets in the garage. I swung open the door, and standing there was Ryan, with Ollie, Jacko, Sam, Taylor and a popular girl, Catarina Boyle, behind him.

I paused, mid-munch, and stared at Ryan.

"Um, why did you bring so many people? Wait no, let me rephrase that, why did you bring my own friends? Don't you understand that we're not on the best of terms?" I hissed.

"Whoa, Linda, chill. They want revenge on Sabrina as much as you do. Hey can I have a Malteser?" He gestured to the bowl I had tucked in my arms.

I scowled. "No!"

He looked confused at my outrage, but my friends just laughed.

"Oh Linda, you'll never change. Don't worry that's a good thing," Jacko laughed.

Taylor and Sam grinned in agreement. I scowled. "Ley's still not happy with you Jacko. Do the words sacred tradition mean anything to you? Or our vow? Cause you know how much they mean to her."

"Look, that was ages ago. And, I swear, I didn't invite all those people!"

I sighed. "Look, I want to believe you, I do. But you were set on humiliating Sabrina!"

At that moment, Ley came to the door behind me, a scowl on her face.

"I thought I heard your voice, Jacko. What are you doing here?"

"I invited him. Now can we please go inside, and can I please have Maltesers?"

As I led them inside, once again chewing on my beloved Maltesers, Ley and the others scoffed, leaving the populars confused.

"Good luck with that. Everyone but Nita and Linda shares one bowl of Maltesers, because no one loves them as much as they do," Ley explained.

Ryan scoffed. "Who knew Maltesers could be so precious?"

"Um, don't talk trash about my Maltesers," I retorted.

"Whatever, can we just start the scheming?"

We all bunched up around the brown, wooden 6-seater dining table, notebooks, paper, pens and laptops crowding the table.

"Ok, so someone go online and see the best way to prank someone," I demanded. I sucked at pranks and revenge, and refrained from ever stooping to this level. But Sabrina had crossed a line, and now she had to pay.