Prank Masters

5: Trespassing

My lemonade was all over this expensive motorbike. I began to panic. "Kat, do you have tissues?" I looked at her, worriedly.

"Lucky for you, I do." She said, quickly unzipping her bag.

Taking a few tissues out, and then ended up using the rest of the packet, I tried my best to wipe the lemonade off the motorbike. It was kind of working, except it was still a little sticky on the seat. Taking another tissue out, I wiped the number plate, since there was some lemonade on it.

Rubbing and scrubbing it for a while, I noticed the number plate was familiar. I read it out loud, "GZM73."

Kat stared at me for a while, "Is something wrong?"

I paused for a moment, jotting into my memory. Then a light bulb lit brightly over my head. It was the same number plate of the motorbike that splashed mud onto me.

My eyes were now fixated on the motorbike; I stood up. I couldn't believe that this person goes to the same school. And like I promised, if I found out who this driver was, I would seriously punch his lights out.

I glanced back at Kat and started to walk off. She looked at me, confused. "Why aren't you cleaning anymore?"

I rolled my eyes, "Because that was the bike that splashed mud on me this the morning." I replied as I turned back to her. Then I saw the driver walking closer to us.

I stared at him for a while, realising that it was Ice Pack Stealer—the same person who stole the last ice pack from me. "You!" I pointed.

He looked at me weirdly, checked his surroundings—not once, but twice—before pointing to himself.

"Me?"

"Are you the owner of this motorbike?"

"Yeah." He answered. "And?"

I shot lasers at him with my eyes. I couldn't believe that he was the same person who splashed mud on me. I just couldn't believe it!

"Woah, Julie. Calm down." Kat looked at me as though I was igniting a fire to my surroundings. "What's wrong?"

I gave a little sigh and was about to explain to Kat who this guy was. But instead Ice Pack Stealer stared at me when he noticed his motorbike, "Why is my bike sticky?"

It was his turn to shot lasers with his eyes. He then saw my empty can of lemonade, along with wet tissues, in my hand.

"You spilt lemonade on my bike?" His eyes widened.

"Not like how you splashed mud onto me this morning!" I yelled back.

His eyes were confused for a moment and then he realised it. He smiled to himself and chuckled, "So it was you..." He laughed quietly to himself.

My blood was going to boil. Keeping my promise, I straightened my arm out with a strong firm fist and punched him hard on the side of his face.

I knocked him over, by surprise, and he fell down. "What was that for?"

I glared at him, "For this morning!"

Pulling Kat along with me, I didn't bother turning back, "Let's go home."

I could see at the corner at my eye that he stood up and stared at me. He continued to stand there, rubbing his cheek.

***

I walked home with Kat for a bit, but since her house was so close to school, I ended up walking the rest of the way by myself.

When I got home, I took off my shoes, ran upstairs and threw my school bag onto my bed. I noticed that Mum had finally placed some nice blue curtains on the windows. Satisfied with the colour, I ran downstairs to find something to eat.