The Bad Boy Moves Next Door

A Guaranteed To Work Plan... Right?

On the drive home I formed a master plan. A plan so mastered it is guaranteed to work. A perfect plan. An amazing plan. A fantastic, superb, cool, great, effortless, amazing plan. I think?

We drove past a plaza. At first I didn't think anything about it until I saw the sign. "OH MY GOD STOP! PULL OVER!" The car screeched to a halt, stopping at the side of the road. "What?!" Blake asked, panic on his face. "You passed Mc Donald's. Can I get a smoothie?" Blake glared at me for the longest time, then seemed to give up and did a u turn, pulling into the Mc Donald's parking lot, driving towards the drive through. "Welcome to Mc Donald's! What can I get you today?" "A strawberry mango orange smoothie for me please." "Anything else?" "No thanks." Blake replied. "Diet?" I asked. Blake stopped the car at the window and fell over in his seat laughing. "What?"

It was already 2 pm and we had to drive for another hour, as Blake said.

One hour and many lame jokes later-

Finally I was here. But where is here? We were at a cliff overlooking the big city. Blake pulled me towards the back of his truck and told me to get in. He played down a blanket and pillows in the back for us to sit on. If he wasn't a player I would be totally into this. I sat on the blanket, leaning against pillows , and Blake sat beside me. "So, truth or dare?" Blake asked. "Hmm dare." I said "I dare you to swim from one side of a pool to the next. "We don't have a pool." I replied. "I know someone who does."

And that was the event that took us for another 20 minute car ride.

Blake yet again pulled me out of his truck and walked me to a gate. We jumped the fence, Blake, ignoring my questioning stares.

I walked over to the pool glancing in and deciding against jumping in. I slowly went to back up when I felt a hand push against my back. That was when I fell into the pool or rather got pushed. I rose to the surface of the water and glared at Blake, who soaked all of my clothes. "Awe babe, did I make you wet?" That's it. "Oh my god what is that?!" I pointed behind him. "Wha-" I grabbed his leg and pulled him into the pool, him landing on top of me, pushing me under the water. An idea formed in my head and I decided to swim to the bottom. Suddenly I felt an arm pull me out of the water. "Oh my god I'm so sorry Zoey are you okay." He panicked. "HAHAAAA GOTCHUUUUUU!" I screamed and pushed him back into the pool. "You're gonna get i-" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY POOL?!" Some random middle aged man walked out holding a baseball bat. Blake ran out of the pool beside me and whispered in my ear, one word. "Run." I started sprinting to the fence, Blake getting ahead of me. I quickly jumped over it, my heart beating 50 times a second. I got over the fence faster than Blake and I quickly hopped into the passenger seat, soaking wet. Blake hopped into the drivers side and we drove off.

We arrived at our houses, me heading to mine, Blake heading to his. He told me to call him once I'm ready to go to his house for dinner. "Ethan!" I yelled through the house. He didn't reply so I ran up to his room. I walked in, seeing his asleep on his bed. I slapped his face and yelled "GET UP!" "Wha-WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" "We have to go to our neighbors house for dinner, they invited us." I replied. "I'll get you back, just you wait." Ethan replied. "Whatever man."

I got ready and called Blake then headed over to Blake's house, Ethan beside me. I knocked three times on the door. When nobody responded I knocked again, but just then the door opened, revealing Blake, and I accidentially punched him. "OW!" "Oops sorry." I replied, not forgetting about the revenge I was about to get.

I sat down at the table, as Mrs.Dossi asked. She made cinnamon buns and turkey dinner. Once I was finished eating, I asked to be excused to use the washroom. She pointed me up the stairs down the hall. I headed up the stairs, but instead of heading to the washroom, I opened my purse, and headed to Blake's room after realizing the one saying "Keep out" was his. I grabbed out the tape, glue stick, and crazy glue. To start, I glued all the contents on his dresser, including his deodorant, cologne, shampoo, conditioner, hair gel, and chap stick. Once those were stuck, places the clear masking tape on his door right where his head should be. I calmly walked out, and back to the table, sending Blake a smirk and a wink. Blake suddenly realized something was up and asked to be excused. Suddenly I heard a smack and Blake loudly cursed. He walked back down to the table with a huge red mark on his face, his mother asked what happened, and he said he tripped and fell.

A/n: I'll post the next chapter if I hit 140 reads... pretty close :)