Pretend Girlfriend

Chapter 4

"So how's school?" Of course the mother will be asking that when you just got home, always.

"Fine. Just the same."

"Mmm... No new friends or..?"

Speaking of friends, my mood suddenly changes when I remember what happened earlier. That jerk.

A VERY SHORT FLASHBACK

"Hey Lana! Look!" Well, I looked and yeah. Fucking yeah.

"LANA! DON-" Too late.

Pak!

"Ahhh! Fuck you Keith! Oh, your so gonna get it!!!" I shout at the top of my lungs and ran after him.

I heard a lot of "ew's" and "gross". And that makes me raged.

END OF FLASHBACK

I ran after him but to my luck I didn't catch the prick. He's going to pay. A lot.

Your not the only one that do pranks Keith, your not the only one.

Reasons why he's with us? It's a pretty bad news. He told us, he wants to be friends with us because we looked like... We looked... We looked like clowns.

Douchebag.

Of course, I said no but then he wont get no for an answer so I let him join. Also, to leave me alone and for him to stop bothering me but heck it's the other way round. This year is really going to be hell of a year. Not the best.

I should've just put him in a sack and throw him in the sea full of great white sharks with octopuses. My life would be-

"Lana Kate!"

"Huh?" I saw my mom looking at me strangely with her index finger in the middle of my face attempting to poke my forehead.

I heard her sigh and muttered something about being crazy.

O-kay...

I got out of the kitchen and walked towards the stairs to my room. Once I'm in my room, I threw my backpack to the side of my bed and changed to my comfy, floral print pyjamas.

I sat on my bed and checked my email and go to my inbox and scroll through it to see if there's something interesting. If there are.

"Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah- how did he... Ugh! Jane of course! That girl is so head over heels to that jerk even though she have a boyfriend that is now friends with that jerk! Dang." I'm just scrolling, looking at my messages full of nah's until I saw his name. He belong to those nah's but I can't help it. I clicked it.

Tadaaa!

From: Keith Martin

Like my surprise for you? There's more coming. More surprising, so you better be ready!

Oh! And don't be so flattered.

-Flatterer

More like, creeper. And that's even a word? Flatterer, huh?

Yes Lana. Flaterrer is a word. Did you banged your head?

Shut up...

To: Keith Martin

Oh? Let's just wait and see.

-Bitch

Message sent.

Bitch? I'm a nice bitch to remind you. Ha, nice.

I smirked to myself because I now have a lot of evil things swimming around inside my head.

I let out an evil laugh that soon turns into a cough because a mosquito got inside my mouth into my throat. Ackk!

Oh! I better list it down before they banished!

For Creeper:

1. Put worms in his running shoes.

2. Change the number of his locker and the lock.

3. EMBARASSED HIM.

4. Throw a bucket of mud at him.

5. Wrap him up with tissues and shower him with sticky liquids.

6. Get his clothes from the boys locker room and just leave him with a towel only or better yet, NOTHING. (Need help for this. A boy or boys.)

7. Destroy his favorite stuff/s.

8. Smash the bat or throw a baseball where the sun don't shine. So evil.

9. Cut his hair without him noticing.

Dun dun duuuuun!

10. BURN HIM. LITERALLY.

There, I have my list. I just made it ten because you know, I might not be able to do the others because he's already in comma and such.

I hid my notebook that looks like more of a journal under my bed.

You're so evil. Too evil. Stop it before you might regret something.

Shut up. It's just a little bittersweet payback. Just that, but I think I overwrite it? Ha-ha, not!

He said- there's more coming. So, I'm just getting fair with him so hush!

He better watched it. There's also coming his way.

**

After I laughed like a crazy evil professor. Again. I checked my email account and go to the inbox thingy to see that he had replied.

From: Him

Are you challenging me, Ms. Hudson? You don't know me.

Ps. I love bitches.

-Love you :*

Ew! Love you? Are these some kind of a sick grade school stuffs?!

To: Him

As you call it then. There'll be a challenge between the two of us. And please? Don't Ms. Hudson me. Too formal for my liking

Ps. You also don't know me.
P.p.s. I hate jerks.

-Hates.Every.Freaking.Bits.Of.You.

What? I need to be the opposite. Also, that's what I feel for him, hatred. The moment I saw him and the moment he smack an expired, smelly, dirty mango cake in my face while my mouth is freaking slightly open.

And that's when the hatred started to form, faster than a cheetah.

Here comes the nostalgia.