The Prankster

Chapter 7

Edited.

Chapter 7

"No, not like that! Walk with your legs one in front of the other. That's it!" Anna squealed, clapping her hands together, her baby blue eyes sparkling with approval and happiness. While she's grinning her head off, I'm breaking my legs on these overly-sparkly high-heels.

Oh, you wonder who the hell Anna is? And why am I walking on disco-balls? Well that answer is simple. Or maybe not so simple, on second thought.

After my answer to Fin's dare, we parted to go to our classes. The week passed, and next monday snapped into its place. The classes were same old same old; me ignoring and annoying the teachers and them giving me detention that they know I wouldn't show up at. I mean, all those detention papers they wasted on me, it's making a whole forest disappear. And then they wonder why we have global warming.

The day had just finished, and I found myself being dragged to the parking lot by Hulk, screaming and kicking him.

But of course, why would Hulk be bothered because of my resistance? He's a giant, and my petty 'attacks' are obviously not affecting him.

Before you start imagining 'Hulk' with green skin and ripped clothes, being that awesome Marvel hero, let me just tell you that 'Hulk' is a six-and-a-half foot very muscular senior boy, with normal skin and yellow comic shirt with jeans. No green skin, sadly.

After my screaming and kicking fest, I saw that I'm being dragged to Fin's car.

Really? You had to get a Hulk to just get me to your car? Come on! Was that really necessary?

And of course, me being a normal, healthy human being with a working brain, had to shout at Fin's face, then glare at his amusement.

Great, just laugh it out, you little dick.

He helped me to get in his car, me still kicking and screaming, while wincing every time I 'accidentally' kicked his balls. So, I sat down on the leather seat of his car, that is may I mention a silver Lamborghini Gallardo, and sped towards a mansion. The engine purred when it started and while I absolutely adore the feel of my beautiful car's engine, I felt goosebumps on my skin when the wheels rolled on the road.

And yes, I did say that we are going to a mansion.

This surely wouldn't count like a house. I mean, the fence is black with vines on it, the lawn is perfectly green and cut, the flowers are in every color, and the mansion's front was white with a veranda surrounding it; giving the XIX-century feeling, but still modern in its own way.

 He pressed the gate thingy and it beeped. The gates opened and I was epic-failing at trying to close my mouth from gaping at the hous- mansion.

The idiot next to me just gave me a smirk.

"Close your mouth, it'll catch flies."

I didn't answer him, of course, and kept gaping at the fucking mansion in front of me.

I can't stress how big it actually was.

Oh I'm sorry, I can't talk. My jaw still hurts from falling on the floor.

He stopped at the entrance, which is a big wooden door with exotic plants on the sides that looked like they cost both of my kidneys. He got out, and put the keys on the butler's hand that had magically appeared from no where.

I wouldn't be surprised if that butler had killed someone.

"Good day, Mr. Shaw, shall I inform the maids that we have a guest?" The butler said in a over exaggerated English accent, eyeing me up and down.

"No need, Simon, she'll only stay for a few hours. But I wouldn't mind if she stays a little longer than that." He said, winking at me. I made a gross face and quickly went after the butler who entered the main hall. 

 I heard Fin's heavy footsteps following me to the inside. I looked back only to see him stare at my ass.

"Quit staring at my ass, you pervert." I said, this time walking more quickly to the big, two-door entrance.

Oh my god.

If this is what heaven looks like, kill me now!

Though I'm not so sure if I'll go to heaven.

The house's main colors were blue and black, and they gave this modern homey feeling. The hallway had two big open doors on the sides, the left one looked like it went to the living room, which I presume was very spacious, and the right one to the kitchen. The stairs on the front were like in those Disney castles in the movies; grand but instead of the red carpet, there was a blue one. The stairs themselves were made from some kind of black wood, that went extremely good with the interior of the house. There wasn't a chandelier, but little lights attached to the ceiling. 

Overall, I think I have drool on my face.

"Finnie! Who is this young lady?" A slightly high-pitched voice was heard. I looked again at the stairway, to see a girl approximately at the age of twenty-two, with baby blue eyes and blonde hair, and a body to die for. She was tall, though not taller than me, but with those heels, she easily towered me. 

"This is Alana, Alana, this is Anna, my sister. Sis, you owe me one, don't you?" He asked slyly, looking at her with a stern expression. Anna frowned confused and looked at Fin again.

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do. Who helped you when you were a sophomore to climb up the balcony after that 'Romeo and Juliet' scene with you and Matt?" Fin asked, smirking and quirking an eyebrow.

Anna widened her eyes and blushed a little. She sighed and rubbed her face.

"What do you need?"

Fin smiled in victory and satisfaction, and pointed at me. After explaining the whole plan to Anna, she first looked at him like he had lost his mind because of the drinking he did that night, but then she smiled. Her eyes shined and she was grinning like a creepster. 

"Let's begin!"

And that is the story of how I met your mother- just kidding, this story will have a much better ending.

Anyway, this is how I'm now walking in disco balls, dressed in a Ralph Lauren dress, slowly trying to learn to walk on these heels, while Fin is relaxing on the comfy loveseat. He was texting on his phone and occasionally looking at us, to check how we are doing. 

Anna was clapping and grinning like a retarded seal. I looked at the clock and my eyes bulged at the numbers on it.

I had been here for six, whole, gruesome hours. 

School ended at three-thirty, and the ride from school to the mansion was twenty minutes.

That being said, it's now nine-fifty. 

Great.

"Uh, guys, I need to go. It's almost ten o'clock." I stated awkwardly, trying to balance myself after (again) almost falling. 

Fin turned to the clock and surprised, he rose his eyebrows. He looked at his sister, nodded, and then looked at me.

"I'll take you home. You can get your car from school tomorrow, I'll take you to school tomorrow too." He offered.

I frowned. While I do not hate his company, Fin wouldn't be my first choce at spending a ride to school with. "Yeah, sure." I also wasn't very keen to the idea to leave my baby Elisa in the school's parking lot, but I'm sure nothing will happen to her.

Right?

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