Pranking The Prank King

Chapter 8: I'm sorry

I wasn't willing to go to school so I stayed on my bed, buried beneath the sheets and also in self pity.

It was a cold Monday morning and my mom was luckily not in the house. Actually, she was minutes ago but she had no idea I was in the house. Probably because I'd been in the same position as I was when i woke up.

I hated school for being a bitch on her own and it only got worse because I was db enough to slap Dylan. Not that I regretted the fact I caused him pain, believe me I couldn't care less, I just hated the fact it was going to be the school's trending topic. Mostly because the schools news stations, Amelia and Dylan's goons, we're present during the incident.

I seriously could've just kissed him. It was just a dumb kiss and I was dumb enough to have chickened it all up. I could've been relieved if it was just me and Dylan because there was absolutely no way he was going to spread the news he got rejected.

Besides, he was meant to be the topic for being rejected not me but I knew Bluefalls like I knew my name, they would twist it all up and say I was afraid cause it was my first kiss.

And there goes my self respect.

I just knew it, truth or dare was a game for the rich and popular. They were more than okay with getting with each other and fine with sharing their secrets since everyone knew it already. That explained why they always got the shy and unpopular ones amongst them. They just wanted to add spice to the game and make fun of them in the process.

I huffed one last sigh and dragged my lazy ass to the bathroom. I stripped off the former nightdress and found my way to the shower. My bruises we're evident but fading. They still had their purple colorations but it sure wasn't as bad as it was days ago. The three fork dots on my thigh had healed a but still as painful as staying in calculus class.

I carefully scrubbed my body, avoiding places with bruises. I washed my short hair and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around myself before stepping out of the bathroom.

I shivered at the temperature of the room. Even with the fact the windows we're shut, the room was still cold.

I was too lazy to get clothes so I wore pajama pants, a white top and huge robe that reached my ankles. It belonged to my dad and that explained the size. I only wore it in my mother's absence to avoid unnecessary drama.

I found my way downstairs for a comfortable breakfast. I couldn't walk properly in the robe. It felt so heavy, it felt like I had a huge wet blanket on me but it did a good job in keeping me warm so I had to get used to the weight.

I made myself toast and a huge mug of coffee for breakfast. It wasn't much and the toast lacked some ingredients but I was thankful I could eat.

I heard a gentle knock on the door which took me by surprise.

It couldn't be my mom because she would only come home this early the day pigs fly and would only knock that gently if snow fell in hell. Either ways, I was sure it wasn't my mom.

I didn't have any friends apart from Esther and she had no idea where I stayed so yeah, it had to be a mistake.

I was sure the person at my door couldn't be Davido so I was comfortable with showing off my oversized robe and ducky pajamas pants.

Once I opened the door, I wanted to take those words back. Not because it was Davido but because it was none other than Dylan.

He was dressed in plain ultra marine top with a V neckline and black jeans. The top was armless and showed off his bulging arm muscles and a bit tight to show his chest. His hair was a bit messy but it was the good type of messy. All I could say was damn.