Playing tricks on someone and pulling pranks was something I, Leslie Simons, was known for. I was a prankster who continually played jokes on people. But, they were harmless tricks. I would never get into bad trouble for my kind of jokes as they never really threatened anyone's life.
Sure, a few detentions at summer camp was annoying. Like cleaning the disgusting boys' bathroom. Seriously, did they have to pee everywhere?
Anyways, I was Boss of Prankster and no one had bothered trying to change my slot. Until he came along and ruined my fun. But his pranks weren't funny. They were scary and totally life-threatening.
He nearly killed one of my friends when luring her onto a trail where bears were hunting. She almost never made it back to the buses that left for home. Thank God one of the boys had sense enough to pull her out of the woods and take her home.
Now, back in my loved summer camp at the age of 16, trouble was already brewing on the morning of our arrival.
I turned from where I was busy chatting to my camp captain, Winter Albus, to see my friend running towards me with tears streaming down her face. Not to mention the mud caking her pretty yellow dress.
"What's wrong, Hannah?" I asked, concerned. Winter was summoned so she waved good bye and hurried off to her office.
"It's him, Leslie! He…He pushed me near the lake!" Hannah wailed, grabbing my arm. I looked at her in surprise.
"But you didn't fall, did you?" Obviously, otherwise she'd be wet.
"Leslie! You're not getting me! He pushed me near the 'Haunted' lake! I nearly fell in…b-but he caught m-me." Hannah sobbed. My confusion quickly turned to outright fury. How dare he?
Hannah was terrified of haunted things and anything concerning ghosts. And she was terrified of swimming in lakes, for fear she might get dragged down by weeds.
"Where is he?" I gritted out, clenching my fists. Before I could get to work on breaking his jaw, my other friends ran up. Joana threw her arms around the crying Hannah and hugged her hard.
"Are you okay? Michael told me that the jerk tried to push you into the Haunted Lake."
Haunted Lake is the lake not far off from our camp. We call it the Haunted Lake because the waters were so dark, it seemed black, deadly and haunted.
Hannah's teeth were jittering so bad that she couldn't speak. Wordlessly, Joana led her inside probably for some cocoa. God knows, she needed it right now.
"Hey, Simons! Where's your friend?" asked a deep voice from behind me. I turned around to face the guy who ripped me of my title and who caused my friend to cry.
And there stood Ryan Adams, all dark and handsome as usual, but with the brain the size of a peanut. Surrounding him were his idiotic friends, grinning goofily at us.
"And the asshole makes an appearance." I said, hands going on hips. Ryan gave me a crooked smile, the kind that had my heart thumping faster. Unfortunately, I had met Ryan out of camp two years ago and had fallen for him. Then we started dating…even after he stripped me of my grand title.
However, after the 'bear' incident, I broke up with him, unable to take much more of his sick and twisted games.
"Ah, the jealous queen greets my arrival with her ever charming smile." Said Ryan, leaning forwards for a kiss. I took a step back ignoring the sparks between us. Sadly, I was still very much attracted to him and knew that he was just still as attracted to me. Ryan smirked and leaned back, his eyes lingering on my lips.
"Guys, leave. I want to talk to her privately." He looked at his friends and they left, still laughing and gawking like the morons that they were. Ryan looked pointedly at my friends and after a few quiet seconds, they turned and left. Probably also muttering curses at him.
I watched them leave and turned to glare at Ryan who was still staring at my lips.
"Didn't I tell you to stop your games? And they've become worse!" I hissed, clenching my fist. Maybe a little bit of jaw breaking would teach him. What a shame to ruin that handsome face.
"Say, who's Sam?" asked Ryan suddenly. I glared at him.
"Don't change the subject, Ryan! Why did you do that to Hannah? You know very well that she -"
"Is he your boyfriend?" interrupted Ryan, staring at me intensely. I glared at him and took a step forward.
"It's none of your business." I growled. Ryan met my eyes with anger in his.
"Well, now it does."
"Shut up. Stop your damn tricks or I'll make them stop." I warned. Ryan looked at me and without warning, leaned down and pressed his mouth against mine. Fire erupted almost instantly.
I nearly responded, but since I still had a little bit of conscience, I pushed him away.
"What the hell?!" I shrieked at him. Ryan's eyes were slightly blank and with a hint of lust in them.
I shuddered and turned to walk away but was stopped by a hand grabbing my wrist.
"Wait, wait! Okay, look I'm sorry." Ryan said and even I could hear the sincerity in his voice. I glared at him.
"Then why did you kiss me? We're not dating anymore."
Ryan dropped my wrist and gone was the sincere look. In its place was a blank expression.
"Oh, right. You have Sam now." He muttered. I laughed at him.
"Why? Are you jealous?"
Ryan didn't say anything but just looked up to meet my eyes. I could see it clear in his eyes what the answer was.
"Yup." Was all he said. I shook my head at him.
"Impossible. What happened to Sasha? Wait, Stacey. No. Miranda!" I didn't actually mean to yell but somehow, rage got the better of me. Ryan smiled.
"Who's jealous now?" he asked.
"I'm not jealous."
"I am not!"
"Don't deny it. I'm not denying it!" Ryan snapped.
"Ugh! What are you denying?" I said, frustrated. Ryan took a few steps towards me.
"I'm not denying the fact that I'm a little jealous of your new boyfriend, am I?!" he shouted. Both of us seemed to be surprised by his outburst. But I got over the surprise pretty quick.
I turned and walked away, ignoring his yells of apology.
When I got back to my cabin I shared with my girls, it was girl's
night. I forgot the incident with Ryan and just had a great time,
laughing and singing around like maniacs.
Exhausted from all that singing and prancing around, we fell asleep.
I grumbled and buried my head under the pillow. Who was awake at this time?
Ugh. I was so going to kill that person. I glanced at my alarm clock on the bedside table and groaned.
1:34 a.m in the morning! Why?
Muttering curses, I miraculously stumbled out of bed and made my way to the door. When I swung it open, I saw the small figure of Joana. She was shivering and drenched to the bone. My eyes widened and all signs of sleepiness left me.
"He…he….." Joana stuttered through blue lips, her eyes red from crying.
"Shh…Come in," I said as I reached out and pulled her into the cabin. I switched on the light which obviously woke up my other cabin mates. After a hot, steamy mug of coca and dressed in my extra warm pajamas, Joana got talking.
"Okay, I was out this late because I just remembered that I forgot to feed my horse. I think Ryan was out feeding his horse as well…I don't know. But when I left the stable, a bucket of ice-cold water came pouring down onto me. And there were crabs….small crabs in them. I don't know where he got them from….but it hurt." Joana whispered. She showed us her arms where small red marks were seen. My blood boiled. I was going to have to -
Wait. Why not? I mean, he deserves it.
"Why're you smiling like that, Les?" asked Kelly suspiciously.
"Oh, no. That's the evil I've-got-a-plan smile!" said Lucy, grinning widely.
"That's because I do. Okay, here's what we're going to do…"
"Ryan! Come help me!" I called. Ryan, glanced at me from where he was busy throwing stones into the lake. He stood up and brushed himself off and then made his way towards me.
"What?" he asked. I pointed to the logs at my feet.
"These are too heavy for me to carry by myself. Help me, please?" I asked, batting my eyelashes a little. Ryan gave me a half smile and easily picked up the logs. I already had mine in my arms.
"Okay, where to?" he asked. I smiled and headed towards the woods. He followed behind after a slight hesitation.
"Why are we going to the woods?" he asked me quietly. I didn't look at him, instead focusing my eyes on the trail in front of us.
"I need to drop the woods off at Haunted Lake." I explained. Ryan didn't reply after that and kept on trudging by my side. Finally we reached the Haunted Lake, and as usual, the Lake was black with a bit of fog just floating above the surface. I shivered.
We dropped the logs off at the edge of the lake and I peered in, leaning a bit far.
"Oh my God, did you see that?" gasped Ryan, grabbing my hand. I turned around in confusion.
"See what?" I asked. I scanned the area and saw nothing.
"That light!" Ryan said, eyes wide. My brows furrowed.
"Look." Ryan pointed to a clump of bushes not very far off from us. I glared at him impatiently when I saw nothing.
"What? Am I supposed to see something?"
A breeze blew by along with a haunted-like chime. Ryan and I clutched each other in fear.
"Wh-What was that?" I stammered. Ryan shook his head, his eyes so wide that I was actually surprised it didn't pop out of his head.
Slowly, we took a step back, then we heard it.
"Arrrrrgggghhhh!" I screamed. I shoved Ryan away from me and ran back to where we originally came from. Then I heard a howl. I froze, causing Ryan who was hot on my heels to collide into me and taking us both to the ground. I shoved him off of me and climbed to my feet only to hear a soft growl behind me. Slowly, I turned around and nearly screamed again. Ryan jumped to his feet and froze.
In front of us was a dark, furry creature with sharp teeth. It was crouched down on all fours, ready to prance. I shrieked and turned to run.
"W-wait! Leslie, don't run!" shouted Ryan. Funny. He said I shouldn't run but here he was, running after me.
I jumped over fallen logs and dodged branches, hearing Ryan's footsteps behind me. I ran faster when I heard the gentle yet unbroken 'thud-thud' of the creature's heavy paws hitting the ground as it chased us.
"What're you doing Leslie?" Yelled Ryan as he caught up to me.
"What do you mean?" I shouted back as we ran, rather breathlessly, deeper into the woods.
"Why did you have to take logs to that damn Haunted Lake?!" Yelled Ryan, helping me as I nearly tripped over a fallen branch.
"Well, why not?! I wanted to start a campfire!" I shouted back.
"And why -" Ryan's sentence was cut off as a black ball of fur pounced on him, tackling him to the ground.
Ryan screamed in terror, his eyes bulging wide and his mouth open. I couldn't help it.
I started laughing. And I couldn't stop. Soon, my laughter was joined by more laughter and figures started to appear.
"Night, come here, boy." I cooed, reaching out a hand to the dark creature. Ryan sat up as the creature came towards me. He looked around in bewilderment.
"We played a prank on you." Said Joana as she appeared from between the trees. Behind her came a tall, handsome figure with blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. Ryan still look confused and I smiled at him.
"At the Lake?" he asked, quietly with his brows furrowed. Hannah smiled.
"I flashed the light." She held up the flash light in her hand.
"The….voice?" Ryan asked, uncertainly. Joana grinned and held up a mobile.
"I've installed a voice creeper application." She grinned and decided to demonstrate. She brought the phone to her lips and whispered, "Leslie Simons is the smartest."
A moment of pause and then in a dead creepy voice said, "Leslie…Simons is…the smartest…."
I laughed at that. I met Ryan's eyes and grinned.
"This here is Night. He's Sam's Alaskan dog." I grinned. Ryan gaped at me and his eyes shifted to Night who was busy sniffing around. Night was an Alaskan breed and looked almost exactly as a wolf.
"The chase?" questioned Ryan. The handsome boy behind Joana came forward and grinned.
"He runs after anyone who runs away from him. But he doesn't bite."
As Ryan's eyes looked at him questioningly, I smiled.
"That's Sam. He's Joana's boyfriend." I said, hiding a smile. Ryan's eyes flashed to me and he got up.
"That was not funny. I can still hear my heart race. Damn, what a fright." Ryan complained, brushing himself off. I went to him and brought his face down to my eye level and grinned.
"At least now you know exactly how scary your pranks are. Do anymore dangerous pranks like that, you'll get an even more scare than you got today."
Ryan snorted. "I can't even think about thinking about doing tricks now. I probably won't do anything fun for quite a long time."
I smiled and leaned up, gently pressing my lips against his. As I pulled back, Ryan's eyes were wide with surprise.
"That's a start. Let's see if you can keep to your word. We'll try to work this out between us." I said, smiling slightly.
Ryan grinned at me, leaning forward and pecking my lips lovingly.
"I'll try to keep to my word."
And if you're wondering whether Ryan did keep to his word, he did. Well, sort of. He couldn't stop playing tricks so I had to sort that out a few times. But that summer camp was the best time of my life and I wouldn't do anything to change it.
And there is proof that scaring someone is good enough to change them for the better. Even if it's through pranks and tricks. What can I say? I was the Boss of Prankster.
Okay, I hope you enjoy this! It was entered for Iva Stone Adair's Picture Contest!! Its not a horror or anything intersting...but i hope u enjoy reading this tho! xD