Enemies Forever | ✓

three | pranking the two families?

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HIS EYES WIDENED and a pink tint appeared on his cheek. I'm so gonna laugh his ass off.

"At the age of 9, whenever we fought or threw pranks, Chris would hold his blue teddy bear and cried like a donkey. He got his boo-boo's because he always said 'boo'. End of the story." I said and everyone laughed like a maniac. Chris blushed harder and glared at me as if I had grown a huge mole on my forehead.

Wait, why the heck that girl knew about Chris? Oh- I realized that everyone knew about me and Chris. Chris and I were well-known enough because of our families. Well, shooketh. Then I walked out from the Truth Or Dare game and unluckily, Chris followed me.

"Why the heck are you following me?" I asked with a surprised tone and he looked at me with amusement. We were walking together without pranks and curses with us.

Suddenly, gunshots were everywhere and it almost hit my left shoulder. Jesus Christ!

The people in the club were screaming and I even saw someone crawling like a turtle. I mentally laughed but this was not the time to laugh out loud and tell people jokes.

I dragged Chris and ran to the back door. There were 3 doors and I did eenie-meenie-miney-moe and yeah it chose the first door. We went out of the club and instantly we heard guns clicking. We deliberately turned around and voila!

Two guys held their guns and were ready to shoot our heads off.

I didn't know anything about fighting- hey, I learned Taekwondo when I was young, so bear with it. I forgot all the damn technics! Chris sighed shakily and his body went from calm to tense.

"Hey, are you gonna fight or stand there like a scaredy cat?" I asked and he glared at me.

"Are you out of your mind? Those guys have guns!" he snapped and I rolled my eyes.

"Do you have a gun?" I queried.

"If I have a gun, I would shoot them and run away earlier," he replied sarcastically and I gulped.

Okay, we're gonna die and they will dump me in a huge bag and throw me at the rubbish bin. Please play Shawn Mendes' song at my funeral.

Out of nowhere, Chris screamed and pointed at- I didn't know where but he succeeded by distracting them and we scrambled away from them.

That guys were idiots. Chris was an idiot too, he would get shot if he screamed like that.

We ran as fast as we could and I almost couldn't keep up with Chris. I panted and panted like a horse. Chris offered me his hand but I refused by slapping his hand away. He rolled his eyes and we continue running until we found a normal street. The streets we found were either, ugly and stench or plenty of black suit guys hanging around in it.

I guess the guys that wanted to shoot our heads were a conspiracy.

We ran to a street and luckily, my personal driver, Henry. I called him when Chris and I were running into the street. Henry parked the car and asked Chris to also get in. At first, Chris eyes were wide and kindly declined it but Henry insisted. Yeah, yeah it's not safe to wander around here, Henry's words, not mine.

So now, we were in the car and Chris silently tapped his fingers on his thighs. Not that I noticed.

"Hailey, you should know that your grandparents disagree that you hung out with the Peterson's grandson," Henry exclaimed and I nodded.

"I know, Henry. I'll try my best." I stated and looked at the view through the window.

"Hey, I'm here you know," Chris grumbled.

"Yeah, no one paid attention." I retorted.

Then Henry silently asked us to be quiet. We muttered 'sorry' to Henry and he nodded in approval.

"Hailey," Henry asked again. "Do you know why the Peterson and Arrington hated each other?"

I tilted my head and Chris did the same.

That question had never flashed in my mind til now and I was curious as hell.

"No, why?" I asked Henry.

"No, I'm just curious. It's like you two families hated each other without a reason." Henry said and looked back at me.

"Eyes on the road, Henry," I said and chuckled. He rolled his eyes playfully and Chris smirked quietly.

"That question never flashed in my mind and I'm curious as hell." Chris chimed in.

"Mom said that I must hate the Peterson family including Chris and yeah we hated each other because he grabbed poop and fed it to me in Grade 2 and there's another one when he-" I said and immediately glared at Chris.

"I was playing around, okay?" He replied and I rolled my eyes.

Henry chuckled and looked back at us.

"I think you two would make a cute couple." Henry grinned.

"Gross." I and Chris said in unison and Henry kept chuckling.

Honestly, that one never flashed in my mind but, my annoying friends also did say that.

"Hey, I have an idea. How about you two prank the two families?" Henry asked and a sly smile formed on his face.

"That's a good idea," Chris inclined.

"Well, not bad. But, what does it have to do with the 'the Peterson and Arrington hated each other?'" I asked and he grinned.

"You, both," Henry pointed at us. "Date each other."

My jaw dropped and Chris made a disgusted look on his face.

"Ugh, did I hear it correct?" I said and Chris nodded.

"Don't be so dramatic. I'm dying to know why my family hated yours." Chris remarked and I glared at him.

"Shut up, Peterson," I growled and he chewed his lower lip. He did that every time I said his last name. Whenever I said his last name, that means that the real World War Three was starting and I was really angry.

"Chill, Hails," he responded.

"Well, are you guys doing? Cause' I am dropping Chris off to his house." Henry declared and we nodded.

"Remember, the deal is not over." Henry stated and I nodded and my mind kept repeating about the stupid 'prank'.

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Q & A
what do you think
about the 'prank'?
quite dangerous, isn't it?