Prank Week [ON HOLD INDEFINITELY]

Chapter 13: Bri

Tuesday, September 3rd, 9:15 am

Algebra sucks. Chemistry is boring. English is just repetition of high school grammar. Gym is a lousy excuse for exercise, but Baking is awesome! Not because of the food, although the food is delicious. The real reason is because this awesome guy Zach is in my class.

He is such a jock, but so great at cooking. We're kitchen partners and when I cook with him, something magical happens. I can't describe it. He'll put his hand on mine "by accident" while I'm mixing or pouring or whatever. He doesn't quite know how to flirt, and that just adds to his overall cuteness.

Not hot, cute. There's a difference. His babyish face somehow works on his buff, yet short body. It's like Lebron James and an adorable puppy had a baby. Weird, right?

I just hope he isn't not a frat guy. That would end up bad. I have to agree with Claire, two Greek society members should not date. Especially if the guy just happens to be part Greek. Zach is. He speaks the language too, and it's so romantic. Now that I think about it, why wouldn't he be in a fraternity? Oh great. All my dreams of dating Zach are crushed.

I'm all for this prank stuff. Daredevil is my middle name. Spraying the guys with water guns was simply a warm up. I'm just getting started. My eyes are wide open at all times. I can't be too paranoid though, for fear of failing at my most devious pranks. Next, I'll probably prank my mortal anime. Not enemy, anime. That's right, Michael. I was thinking of swapping all his Naruto and Soul Eater posters for pictures of reality tv stars and rappers he hates. I could even try to rig the Math Wiz Contest so that Michael gets last place, although I don't know if I'm quite that mean.

It's almost time for my gymnastics practice. We practice before and after school four times a week, once on weekends, unless we're performing. The whole team is really competitive, it was hard enough to make it in, but now we have tryouts every semester to stay on the team. I'm not worried, but plenty other girls are.

I get dressed in my uniform and see that there's a note on my dresser. I open it and read the message aloud to myself.

Meet me by CCC square at noon with some of your team. I'll explain later. ~Guys

I was suspicious, but willing to except the challenge. Game on.