TEENAGE DADDY ✔

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I don't have the time to ponder on the fact that Jack just said he spilled 'itching powder' on me. All that's going on in my head is the mental image of myself in 2D,yanking on my two cornrows braided to the back, my eyes popped out of their sockets in huge red balls,and screaming 'Sweet mother of Jesus!', in a male's high pitched voice.

The mental image disappears and I feel myself going crazy. In all of my years in pranking,I've never had to use itching powder on anyone because like they portrayed in movies, it wasn't a good thing.Well those movies lied because it's not, not a good thing, it's the worst thing!

I scamper around the party and the laughter fills my ears. Unable to control the itching that's spread to every part of my body. Don't even ask about, 'down there', because when I say every part of my body, I mean,every part of my body!

I stop running and stop to stratch where I can. I look around and people have their phones in their hands, laughing at my misery and enjoying my pain. Thank you dear God for creating humans.

Tears start to roll down my eyes as I literally yell for my "mommy". I let out a shriek as my gown gets caught up in a nail. I tug impatiently at it and turn around in my stuck position to pull it further. A decision I immediately regret when the heel on my right foot snaps. I gasp and yank harder on my gown. It rips and pushes me forward with an unexpected force. I stop right in front of the party punch and my face lands into the big bowl of punch.

The laughter increases and the slow music that was once erupting out of the speakers is now extinct. I don't need a mirror to tell me that my mascara and eyeliner have designed my eyelids into clown's makeup.

I kick my legs in the air like a ballerina, as I lift my gown up with my hands so I don't get to trip on it, so I can kick my shoes - Summer's shoes off my feet. Gladly, it works and I'm rid of one and a half high heels.

I race out the door. One hand grabs a tight hold of my wrist, instantly swinging me around against my will. Of course, Ace.

"Faith!" he shakes me like a bottle of wine, at arm's length. I widen my eyes in acknowledgement and then start to glare as his motion is hindering my access to scratch my body.

"What the heck is wrong with you?!" he asks in a worried laced voice. He looks at me like I've gone bananas but then maybe I actually have.

"Itching powder!" I wail in a deep, uncertain voice. "Itching powder...I'm dead."

"No you're not. Just calm down okay? And listen to me." he says.

"What's wrong with her?" A girl asks as she skips beside him. I don't have the time to question her identity. All I'm concerned about is my life right now.

I've never felt so much pain before. Jack did this, why would he do this to me? I've never even met him before ,why...Oh. Summer."

Ace lifts me off the ground, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other beneath my legs. He turns to the girl and slowly requests. "Please get Justin and Jackson. Justin's with my car key. Hurry up and get him!"

"Okay." The girl nods worriedly and runs out of our presence to do as told.

Ace quickens his steps with me still in his arms. I close my eyes and try to shut the itching out,hoping that it would go away. Of course it doesn't. Unable to keep it in, I start to yell on the top of my voice. Yelling gibberish.

Justin, Jackson, Hunter and the girl arrive just a few minutes later. Well bitch that's more people than he asked you to summon. I almost scoff but the strength just isn't there.