The Prankster

Chapter 8

Edited.

Chapter 8

Do you know those mornings when you just can't get up from bed? When you can't even lift a finger because you're too lazy?

That happens to me all the time.

The alarm clock's Patience from Guns n' Roses was blaring throughout the whole room, the beat making me even more sleepy.

Obviously, since today was Tuesday, I had to get up and go to school to just stare at the wall in front of me because it's too boring to listen to the teacher blabbering about nonsense. Such an interesting activity, I'm telling you.

Sighing and running my hand through my hair, I got up and crawled - literally crawled - towards my closet. I chose one of my usual attires, a blue t-shirt and some green menthol jeans. I picked up my bra and panties- which weren't matching, of course, and made my way towards the bathroom.

I put my clothes on the counter to turn on the shower. Knowing that my mom and dad are either at work or down stairs, I choose a song from my MP3 playlist.

And that song, is of course, some random track that I've been listening to for the past two weeks, non stop. This time, it was Maybe from Janis Joplin.

Calling to my inner hippie, I sang and danced to the soulful lyrics, while I was stripping down my pajamas and tripping on them, and went inside the shower. The hot water was making my skin go red, so I let out a little scream and made the water a little bit more tolerable.

My MP3 made an abrupt change from Maybe to Ain't it fun from Paramore. I shrugged. Eh, the song's good, and I think I could go little bit away from my old-music daily dose. Not that you can ever get enough from them.

I just got out of the shower and took the towel from the counter. I wrapped it around me and took the clothes. It's too cold in the bathroom for me to change. I'll just go to my room and not suffer from hypothermia.

I opened the door. There were some voices coming from downstairs, but I dismissed them as my parent's bickering. I walked down the hall and hurried up to my room. I swear to god this house is colder than the freaking Arctic.

Anyway, I opened my door and I was greeted with warm air. Halelujah! I sighed in content and quickly hurried inside. I closed the door and just as I was about to take my towel off, I saw a figure sitting on my bed.

I would have screamed, and then kicked the intruder, if I was a normal, over-dramatic teenage girl.

But am I one?

No, I'm not. I'm a badass prankster who is awesome.

So, I crossed my arms in front of my chest and looked into his gray-blue eyes.

Fin.

Of course, what psycho would come into my house while I'm showering and sit casually on my bed if it isn't for Fin?

"What the fuck are you doing here, Fin?" I asked in a steady, extremely annoyed voice, glaring daggers at his smirking face. His smirk faltered a bit when he realized I wouldn't be screaming.

He sighed dramatically while eyeing me up and down, eye-raping me like the psycho he is. "Well, because I knew you wouldn't dress up in the clothes you were trying on yesterday because you left right away, I brought you some dresses and other shιt my sister screamed at me to bring." He lazily explained, gesturing to the neat pile of clothes on the top of my desk. I rolled my eyes and took my sweet time getting the clothes, feeling Fin's eyes on my every move.