When Prank Becomes Practical (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6

Chris Evans as Dean Anderson

Sophia's POV 

The next day passed by like a breeze. We lazed around in the house and later joined the boys to the mall. Did window shopping, watched a movie, ate a lot and finally to a club.

Honestly speaking, I was looking forward to join the class and get over with this term. I'm sure even you can't help it but be in a good mood when you get to attend your favorite first lecture at the start of the day. So by the time we got back it was around 11. My car would be here tomorrow so we'll be doing carpooling. 

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"...breaks a billion hearts I know I'm next in line 

But I don't mind yeah oh oh oh

I want her everybody wants her she knows it yeah yeah yeah🎶"

I put the pancake batter in the pan while moving my legs and hips to the tune and singing at the top of my voice in sync with my MacBook. Suddenly, the song stopped playing making me frown. There was only one who didn't like One Direction - Rachael, disappointing right. I sighed and turned to her flipping the now ready pancake on a plate for her. Instead I played 'I want to hold your hand' by Beatles for her. "Where's Sasha?" I asked her while bobbing our heads to the beat. 

"In the shower." I nodded and went back to  making more pancakes. In 20 minutes we were on the road in my car. The parking wasn't that crowded considering we were early so that we could meet the boys and then head to class. Just as I was parking a loud roar came from behind only to know a Porsche Spyder 911 speeding away. I internally sighed at the sight as it happens to be my dream car. The car is definitely swoon worthy but not the owner. 

And speak of the devil, Edward Storm steps out of it with a blonde. Let me tell you what he's known for. He's smart, sexy, tall, rich, best soccer player and lady's man. Now, let me tell you what I think of. He's arrogant like he just hangs out with upper class type of arrogance; cruel right? He's a douchbag, womanizer, reincarnated Lucifer, selfish, idiot, dis respective, and the worst person you'll ever come across in the whole world. I don't know how do his parents put up with him. I'm happy that it's his last year and won't have his name on the magazine cover page.

"From when did you have hots for Edward?" Sasha asked pulling me out of my thoughts. I made a gagging sound. "Didn't you see me giving him a stink eye?" I asked making twisted face as I got out and started walking towards dormitory. "Oh, give it a break! Don't you feel that hot atmosphere or that orgasm when he stretches out?" She squealed and turned me around just in time to see him stretching his arms up in the air having his shirt to ride up a bit to show his prominent v-line and abs. I heard dreamy sighs and awes around me. Nuts. I ignored them and walked up again. By the time we were at the hallway, Stuart and Mike already met us there. 

Later we piled in to attend our lectures. For break-time we stayed at the campus cafeteria. we were talking about our assignments and tests for this term. Stuart came with the Harvard magazine and guess what Edward's face was stuck up with his few other friends, smirking at me. Nut job.

"You know, they are in search for volunteers." Stuart said flipping through the pages. 

"For what?" Rachael asked digging into her pasta. "For the magazine. And Sophia here, is best for such things." He said handing me the book.

 "And you can change that look." He said referring to the cover page. Others nodded in approval. 

I was good at extra curricular activities and something that was practical. So I had lots of interest in such activities. At high school, Dean and I were total opposites. He was good in theories and I was good in practicals. And as far as reports and articles are concerned, I would do it in a heart beat.