There is literally no way someone is going to tell me what to do. Especially mister what's his name um... I think it was Ashley ... what ever. Anyways back to what I was saying before you don't tell me what to do, slam me against my locker, walk off like your cool and get away with it.
So I set up a little prank for sénior storm eyes. He will pay. As if on que Asher walks in strutting to his usual seat. He smirks when he sees I am not in his seat. He looks at me with a glimmer of amusement and evilness in his eye. I smirk back catching him of guard. He sits down.
Now let me tell you about this class room, it has a low ceiling and if your a six foot giant watch out cause you only have one foot above you.
Asher sits in his seat only to shoot back up because I did the oldest trick in the book by gluing a bunch of pointy needles on there. Now Asher here is very tall so his head bumps straight into the ceiling releasing some pink glittery paint. Then I turned on the fan from my side of the room and out flew purple feathers, unicorn stickers and a sign that says Dora the explorers number one fan!dod I go to far... I mean he just wanted his seat... Nah I'm not gonna worry about it!
The price on his face was worth a million bucks. Me and the rest of the students in our classroom pull out our phones and start taking videos and pictures.
Asher cracks his head to the side before smirking at me with a muderess glance in his eyes. In a soft voice he spoke "your dead" he lunged At me however he slipped on the paint and fell straight on his ass. At least he didn't have to tackle me to the floor because I collapsed on the floor in a fit of laughter. Did I mention there way bleach mixed into that pink glittery potion. This way his cloths would now be stained pink for the rest of the day.
Asher stumbled to his feet stalking towards me. Just as he was about to give me a good ole slap to the face I pulled out a pouch that had some BRIGHT FLASHY disco grade Sparkles. I dumped before his hand could land on me. And I ran out the door. Archer followed hot on my tail. I took a sharp left and a few right hoping to lose him. Finally I see the holy place where not even god could enter. The girls bathroom. I pushed the doors open. Only to be greeted face to face with I mediumship tall girl with tan skin and dark hair.
"Hey are you ok do you need a water or something?" She asked I took a moment to asses myself and I realized just how sweaty I was and how dry my tongue was. "Yes please" I said in a dry raspy voice.The girl handed me a bottle. "Here. Oh I am Catherine." "After chugging down the water. "Thanks. I am Brooklyn. Also if your on your way out there is a guy with sparkles can you tell him I'm Not here."
"Odd but ok" Catherine walked out the door. I pressed my ear close to here there conversation. "Hey you was there a girl with camp sweats in there!?"
"S-sorry N-No" Catherine said. You could basically here the laughter in her voice. "Nice outfit Asher didn't know you could wear something other than dark colors."
After a few more minutes I walked out of the bathroom and into my second period class AP English. I walked in and took my normal seat. I noticed Asher wasn't there. I smirked in triumph. He needs someone to tell him that he can't be the boss of everyone.
Lucy rushes in and takes her seat next to me before whisper screaming. "Are you crazy. You can't bother Asher. He's a psychotic maniac and he gonna make your life hell! Do you even know who he is?"
"No I don't know who he is and yes I am crazy!" I whisper yell back as the teacher walks in.
"Asher Vanderbilt is the son of Jason Vanderbilt the owner of a BILLION dollar company. He can control everything that goes on around here by mentioning his fathers name or flashing a wad of fat green 100 dollar bills. But the weirdest thing is that he has never done that, but his brother Alex does that all the time."
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