The Prankster

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Edited.

"You know you have to."

"No, I don't."

"Um, yeah, you do."

"Um, no, I don't."

"Oh my god, Fin, just buy me the damn burger."

"I will not spend my money on your burger."

"You carry at least a hundred dollars all the time. You can buy me a damn two-dollar burger!" I said, more like shouted at Fin. He was enjoying, really enjoying seeing me throw mental daggers at him.

You have no idea what kinds of dark thoughts are going through my mind right now. And trust me, you do not want to know.

"Ahem," We both looked at the very awkward looking girl staring at us while squirming in her spot behind the counter. "Will someone pay for the burger?" She asked quietly, as if it was the most uncomfortable and scariest thing she has done in her life. 

"He will!"

"She will!" 

We said at the same time, pointing at each other in anger and frustration. I hadn't been this angry since Norma trashed my car, and that was saying something. It's frustrating how I can go so balistic over something Fin said. We really are complete opposites, and he is like this demon that came from hell just to torment me. 

I'll stick his hand so far up his butt he'll go straight back to hell and never even think about going up again. 

Snapping out of my thoughts that if someone heard would straight up get a restraining order or diagnose me as a sociopath, I lunged for Fin.

That's right, I lunged for Fin in a almost too-full American's Diner with a squirming fifteen - or so - year old staring at us with wide and scared eyes. 

We both stumbled on the floor with me on the top and I started slapping and hitting him on his chest while still performing an embarrassing war cry. He hadn't been expecting for me to actually attack him so right now he is looking at me like he's creeped out. But, after a few seconds of accepting the fact that I am indeed, sitting on his lap in this compromising position that would leave some of the children scarred for life, and hitting him on his chest that probably tickles to him, he realised what is actually happening.

He narrowed his eyes to me and I could clearly see the annoyance and anger in them. He grabbed my hands in a dead lock and flipped me over, me banging my head against the tile floor and hissing in pain. For a second I saw him frowning at my slight pulsing pain but quickly sobered up as soon I started slapping him all over. 

He grunted and tried restraining me. Finally, after a few minutes of us fighting, me biting his hands when he grabbed my hands, a pair of hands gripped his shoulders and pulled Fin off of me. He stumbled backwards into the chest of the man whose appearance would have a Nazi lieutenant running for the hills. His coal black eyes narrowed at me and he pushed Fin off of him. 

"What is going on over here?" He asked in a low, dark and authorative voice that had me stuttering. 

"Well, um, he didn't want to pay for my, um, burger and I-" I started explaining with a hint of fear in my voice as I looked into the scary eyes of the Chuck Norris's twin brother. 

"You do not start a fight in my Diner!" He bellowed angrily, making both of us, well me more, scrambling to the door. 

Screw the burger. I ain't going back.