Prank Week [ON HOLD INDEFINITELY]

Chapter 21: Nat

Tuesday September 3rd, 1:45 pm

We were all crowded in the Rho Kappa Rho basement. The other PKP team was upstairs, in their side of the house.

I was mad. Those guys had messed with the wrong girl. Even though I hadn't been a victim, I was still pretty pissed.

If it were me, I could laugh it off, but NOBODY messes with MY friends. NOBODY. You mess with me, I laugh. You mess with my friends, I'll get my buddies Chuck Norris on my right, and Mike Tyson on my left to kick your no good ass into next week.

Sorry. Too harsh? I get that a lot. I'm a lovable girl, but get on my bad side and you'll be sorry. How do you describe me in one word? Impossible. You simply can't. I am a crazy combination of nerd, geek, musician, and jock. My opinion varies from time to time, and I'm known to be a bit old school if that's the right term.

Claire was beginning to speak. Lord, was she mad.

"We're going to kill those guys!" she announced. Even I wouldn't have gone THAT far.

"Calm down," said Chloe.

Amy looked like she just murdered someone. Sick, and shocked, green in the face.

"Let's kill 'em!" Brianna echoed.

"Off with their heads!" I yelled, laughing hysterically.

"I hate those no good, sad excuse, lying, stupid sons of byotches to the max!" yelled Emma.

We all stood in shock. Emma can talk? I wondered to myself. Emma said that?

Chloe was wide eyed.

"Watch your mouth, Emma!" she said, protectively.

"Dang! That girl better watch her language 'round here!" Alyssa joked.

"Down to business," said Claire.

"We need to get a little something called revenge, and quick. Nat, Alyssa, Hannah, watch your backs. They're out to get you three."

"I'm not afraid of no boy. Males are weak. You charm a guy, and they're in the palm of your hand. They want to get me, they'll have to catch me first..." I said.

"How do you know this anyways, Claire?" Hannah questioned.

"Yeah," Amy agreed.

"Ok, so I was in English with Jacob. He was talking to some guy. Said he was gonna pull a prank on you three. Something about not wanting to get on his girlfriend's bad side. Don't quite know what that's all about." Claire said.

Emma swallowed.

"I need to talk to Derrick," I said.

Derrick would know. Why hadn't he told me?

I walked to the frat house. I knew where it was, I'd been there plenty times before. All the guys were usually really nice, and glad to see a girl who knew the difference between a goalie and a defender. Right now though, half of Omega Mu Theta was enemy territory.

I snuck around the side of the house, and climbed the gate like outside wall. Derrick was in his room. Listening to music. Oh, great.

I rammed on the window. Crap, I thought. If I fall, I'm dead. I banged harder, tightening my grip on the sill. He slowly walked to the window. He opened it, headphones in hand. He laughed.

"So, you expect me to rescue you, don't you" he chuckled.

"I'm not a princess Derrick, I don't need you to RESCUE me."

He started to shut the window.

"No! Derrick! Please, help me get up."

"What's the magic word?"