The Prankster

Chapter 11

Edited.

Chapter 11

Leaving the school's grounds, I put on my sunglasses and run to my car. My baby is still covered with all the paint. I grumble in anger and quickly take out my phone. Alex's number is on speed dial, so I dial him right away. After a few seconds, Alex's shrill voice fills the silence around me. 

"Girl, you need something?" Alex asked, I presume now crouching down so the teacher won't see him. Sigh. Alex is after all, the prodigy. Seriously, he can't just give you the best make up and hair look ever, he is a math wizz. The things he could do sometimes does leaves me to question if he is some kind of a mutant. Seriously, if Cole was a teacher's wet dream, this kid is their forbidden fucking fantasy.

"Yeah," I answer, gnawing on my lip. "Um, could you phone your dad so he could repair Elisa?"

"Sure girly! Believe me, I would love to stay and talk, but this butt-hurt teacher is already screaming at me to end this phone call. Of course, so she could sit in silence and do nothing." Alex's voice transformed in a strict one with a sharp edge, making me wince at the - I suppose - glare Alex is giving to the teacher. I smile at his openness and confidence to state his opinions.

Walking away from the school, with my heels in one hand and my back pack in the other one, I can feel the hot cement pavement burning on my feet. Wincing, grumbling and whining I tried and epically failed to walk on my toes. A car pulled down next to me, and I looked at Kathie's schocked and stern face. 

"Get in," She said sharply and loudly. I scrambled to get in the car, wincing as I hurt my little finger on the way. I could hear my heart beating in my chest as I imagined Kathie's brain work as fast as a Hennessey Venom GT. Biting my lip, I tried to think what could make Kathie this angry. I froze. Could she possibly know that Dan is here. Wait. Why is Dan even here? He moved to Tennessee last year. 

All the thought got into a whirlwind when she asked the first question. 

"Why are you fuming?"

Gulping, I turned away from her and rolled my lips into my mouth. I couldn't possibly tell her that Dan is here. She would flip out, no, more than just flip out. She will probably hunt him down and massacre him. I chose the option that will probably don't get someone killed. As much as I hated Dan and wanted to chop out his genitals with a crocodile, I wouldn't like for Kathie to rot in a jail cell, scraping the wall's paint.

"Fin." I muttered.

"Ah," she responded knowingly, giving me a smirk. "Problems in paradise, sweetheart?"

Sighing, I remembered Dan. Paradise? More like hell itself.

I nodded and sighed again. I could partly feel Kathie's eyes, for them to drift to the path and back at me. In no time, we were pulling into my driveway with Kathie knocking off some of the trash cans. She looked sheepishly at me. "Sorry," she apologized with a slight smile. I shrugged it off, it happens everytime Kathie comes at my house driving. Mom really needs to learn to not put the trash cans near the driveway.

I could see my mother shaking her head at us from the window. She continued rinsing the dishes as Kathie and I entered. Putting my heels on the ground, I could still feel my feet ache from them. God, how do girls even bear this every fucking day? Props to them.

Groaning, I walked groggily towards the stairs. Hoping that my mom wouldn't come out and closely see what I'm wearing, I ran whisper/shouting to Kathie to follow me. However, with my lack of good luck, we were just about to start going upstairs when I heard my mom ask from behind me.

"Alana, what are you wearing?"

I squeezed my eyes shut. Don't get me wrong, my mom wasn't asking for me to never wear dresses. Quite the opposite, she always encouraged me and let me tell you, an eager mother like mine shouldn't get that hyped about her "baby girl" all growing up. I would rather for her to be strict and to disapprove of me wearing short dresses.