Trouble Maker

#8

Part eight

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I followed Finn across the yard and he vaulted himself effortlessly over the small rock wall near the patio. I clambered up it awkwardly and landed beside him. He looked down at me, his dark blonde locks tucked behind his ears.

“You alright?” he murmured, a smile flickering on his lips. I nodded and immediately turned to face the open road. It was deserted besides a beat up blue Honda. Its headlights were on and a boy with chocolate coloured skin and tight braids sat behind the steering wheel.

“Yo, Finn, hurry up man! It will be midnight by the time we get there if you don’t speed up!” his tanned hand rested on the steering wheel and his tight blue shirt strained against his arm muscles. He definitely wasn’t a high school student.

Finn ran over and I followed, before tripping over in my heels. I muttered a string of curses before untying the sash and letting the shoes fall of my feet. Load of rubbish. I padded quickly across the road and hopped into the open back door before the car sped off into the night.

“Who’s the pretty hitch hiker?” the guy jerked his thumb in my direction. Finn looked behind the seat at me, who sat alone in the back.

“Scott, this is Taylor, the girl I was telling you about.” I smiled quietly to myself, ducking my head to hide my blush.

Finn talks about me?

“Oh yeah, queen teen trouble maker, I remember now,” Scott grinned, offering a smile to me in the rear view mirror. “Welcome to the club, T.”

Looks like I’ve been dubbed the nickname “T” by Scott now.

“So, first stop?” Finn prompted.

“Oh yeah, Jane’s. This is going to be the best prank since Duane in 2009.” Scott smirked fondly, “my brother was the maddest.”

I remember the prank Duane O’Connor pulled. Almost five years ago now. Somehow he managed to get basically every single camping mattress in the district, tie them together and then let them loose on the lake. To top it off he snuck into the principal’s house and nicked all of his school stuff. It was on the news as Principal Layman (at the time, terrible name, I know) was swimming out an awkward breast stroke to retrieve his belongings.

“So what exactly are we doing?” I asked, glancing from Scott to Finn. A wicked grin spread across their faces, illuminated by the dim lights from the dash board.

“You’ll see.”

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