Trouble Maker

#3

Chapter Three

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"I am not helping you do that, Tay," Chris glared at me, "no way."

"Why not? It's perfect!" I retorted. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I am not going into the school- at night, and changing the records they have of you! No way! What if I get caught? Mum would skin me alive!" Chris wailed, "I can't do it, I'm sorry, Taylor."

"But Chris, you're the only guy I know who can hack into a computer like theirs and change the position of the data base!" I pointed out huffily.

The pros and cons of having a hot super nerd best friend.

"Taylor it's out of the question, I can't afford it. College is right around the corner. If I get caught it could effect me for the rest of my life!"

"Then I'll be sent to summer camp! I can't let them win!" I fumed, "please Chris, please!"

Chris paused and looked at me, "you really serious about this?"

I nodded vigorously, "dead serious."

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"Night dad, night Samantha," I hugged my dad goodnight, planting a kiss on his unshaven cheek. I just glared at Samantha from over dad's shoulder.

"Goodnight sweetheart," dad kissed my forehead, "sleep well."

I smiled sleepily and made my way upstairs to my bedroom.

As soon as I turned the corner on the landing to my bedroom I immediately rubbed my eyes, running my fingers through my hair.

I pulled my hair up in a tight pony tail, despite the wisps of hair escaping. My curls tickled the back of my neck and shoulders so I brushed them aside.

Shrugging on my black sweater and black beanie I crossed the landing to my bedroom.

Opening the door to find-

- Britney.

She sat cross legged on my bed in her blue checkered school dress. Her hair in neat pristine pale blonde plaits. She was reading a magazine that Samantha buys for her, Fashion Next.

"Going somewhere?" Britney asked without looking up.

"Britney," I growled with gritted teeth. "What are you doing? Why aren't you in bed? It's eleven o'clock."

"I could ask you the exact same questions," Britney looked up, her blue eyes looking me up and down. "You're sneaking out again, aren't you?"

I groaned. She may be annoying, but god damn it she's smart.

"No," I lied - hopefully smoothly. I distractedly looked down at my converse covered feet- ready to run away.

"You're lying," Britney snapped, "and I'm gonna tell mum on you." Britney stood up and made to leave my room, the magazine abandoned on my crumpled bed sheets.

"Tell her what? That I'm sneaking out. You're sneaking out too."

Britney raised an eyebrow, leaning against the back of my desk chair.

"Of your bedroom." I said slowly, making my fingers walk down the top of my desk.

Britney death stared me. "We're even. If you blab I blab. And I get to borrow your lipgloss whenever," she decided.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes, "but keep that mouth of yours shut."

Britney turned abruptly on her heel and left my bedroom softly, not making the floor boards in the landing squeak once.