Southern Charm [✓]

Chapter Eight

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Logan is a genuis.

He proved this when he came up with what he called "The Epic Prank of Awesome". I don't know how he comes up with these things. Note the sarcasm. 

I'm not quite sure what  this "Epic Prank of Awesomness" entails, but Logan gave a me a list of things to bring to Jim's office by the end of school. As soon as I read the list, I feared for the revenge I was inevidably going to get after this.

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Blue Sharpie
Silver Sharpie
White Flag

Yes, I fear for my mental and psychical well-being.

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"So, what exactly are you going to do?" I asked warily as I placed the bags from Walmart on Jim's desk. Apparently, Jim wanted to help. Yeah, he has a spot in my heart for wanting to do this.
Logan spun the chair around so I could see him and I burst out laughing at the sight before me.
He was wearing a white lab coat, probably stolen from the science classroom, and was holding a stuffed cat, petting it slowly while he laughed like the evil mastermind he looked like.
I was holding my sides, tears streaming down my cheeks as he stopped doing his evil mastermind laugh and started laughing for real.
My knees buckled and I fell to the ground clutching my stomach. I now understood the meaning of "rolling on the floor laughing".

"What are you wearing?" I asked once I was able to talk without dissolving into a fit of laughter.
He stood up straight and resumed petting the stuffed animal once he wiped the tears from his eyes. "I am Count Wunderstrudel." he said in a German accent.
I looked at him skeptically. "Wunderstrudel?"
He nodded stiffly, "Yes, Wunderstrudel. Is there a problem with my family's name?"
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. "Yes. Yes, there is a problem." I said, emphasising the word problem.
His eyebrows knitted. "Huh?" he asked, dropping the act.
"My evil mastermind name is like a gazillion times awesomer than yours." I state, getting rid of any grammar rules I've ever learned.
Now he looked skeptical. "And what would that be?"
"Madame Malum." I stated matter-of-factly.
He scratches the back of his head, obviously trying to find out what that translates too.
"Don't you take Spanish?" I asked, incredous that he couldn't translate such a simple word.
He nodded and I laughed. The words were almost identical.
"Malo..." I trailed off.
His eyes brightened. "It means bread!"
What? How did he get pan and malo messed up? They sounded nothing alike.
"Malo means bad or evil in Spanish. And malum is the same, only in Latin." I chuckled softly as his mouth turned into a small 'O'.
He straightned up, "I knew that." He scoffed. "I was just testing you."
I gasped. "That's my line!"

We dissolved into laughter once again and after we were able to stop, my thoughts came back to me.
"What are you gonna do?" I asked, gesturing towards the bags still on the table for the second time.
He grinned. "Various things," he stated vaguely.
I chuckled. "Way to be vague, Loge."
His grin widened. "Ready to see what I'm going to do with them?" He started petting his cat again.
I snorted when he turned the chair back again so he was facing the wall. "Sure."
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Logan gave me specific instructions and I became intrigued with what exactaly his plan could be. His specific words were "Stand by the Locker Room door and get ready, then put it into my locker." He gave me the combonation to his locker, but his words also scared the crap out of me. Get ready for what? Put what in his locker?

Then my thoughts were answered as Logan ran out of the bathroom with one of the generic Walmart bags. He threw it into my hands and ran back in.
Now one question bugged me, What was in this bag?
I remembered his earlier words and took off in the direction of Logan's locker.

When I reached it my hands moved on their own accord in record speed, practically flying over the lock and  turning the knob all which ways until the lock popped and I stuffed the bag into the locker. Then I clicked the lock into place and high tailed it out of there.

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It wasn't until the end of school that I found Logan's handy-work.
Melissa ran up to me, coming out of Mr. Whicks classroom, who is the Drama teacher, and yanked me out the front door. Then I noticed the line of boxers going down the flagpole.

I dropped to my knees, laughing the whole way. "Oh...my...haha!" I couldn't even say what I wanted to, 'cause then I realized what the white flag was for. It was a list for who's boxers were who's. Number one, of course, was Drew's.
More people streamed through the door then, including the engraged football team and a hysterical hyena named Logan. I was pointing and laughing so hard I didn't notice Drew come up and grab my arm.

Only when he pushed me up against the wall on the opposite side of the school did my laughter subside.
"Hello, how are you doing?" I smirked, but my smirk dropped from my face when his hands rested on my waist and I realized the position we were in.
"You're going to pay for that." he whispered in my ear.
I got my wits back as he moved his head back to look into my eyes. "I don't think I will be." I murmered against his own ear.
I pulled back and was able to wiggle free of his grip.
I grinning as I walked away, leaving Drew to contemplate his vendetta.

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Well, as I've said last time, half this chapter was of "the Epic Prank of Awesomness" and the other half some important stuff, in this case, some more dialoge, since I think I need to work on more of that.

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