midnight-ava
"Wait," Gwen said, gripping his shoulder. "Let's go through the list one more time."
"Alright, shoot."
"Black ink?"
"Got it."
"Ripped-up paper and fake blood?"
"Check, check."
"Is the remote working?"
"Absolutely."
"...and the golf cart?"
"Found it."
Gwen chuckled. "I honestly didn't think you'd be able to pull that off."
"Hah, you're gonna have to start planning more pranks with me. You have no idea how good I am at this stuff," Duncan said smugly.
"Such a professional," Gwen replied, rolling her eyes.
"That's how I roll, baby," he said with a grin. Without waiting for her to protest, he revved the engine and sped off toward the school.