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Alexander Gray and Aeliyah Blue have been enemies since third grade, when Alexander, Alex, put red fingerpaint in Aeliyah's hair. Now, he's pulled his latest prank, one that makes Aeliyah hate him so much more than she did before. Now she decides to start pranking back, and Alex develops feelings for her. He tries to befriend her but she will have none of the sort, as he has nonstop tortured her for the past 8 years. Can Alex convince her that he's done pranking? Or will Aeliyah never forgive him and continue on with her hatred? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 18, 2013    Reads: 275    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


I walk along the sidewalk, headed home after school, listening to my favorite song, Little Talks- Of Monsters and Men, when suddenly someone grabs me. I let out a small scream and look to see who it is, scowling when I notice it's my sworn enemy, Alexander Gray. He pulls the headphones out of my ears as I struggle to get away from him, which he only laughs at because he's practically twice my size, in weight and height, yet all muscle. " Alex, let go," I growl and he opens the passenger door of his dodge ram truck and sets me in. He runs around the front of the truck to get in and I try to push open my door but it's locked. Before I can fumble the lock and get it open, he's already in, pulling me to the middle seat and wrapping his arm around me tightly so I can't escape. " Alex, let me go, what's wrong with you?" I yell, pushing against his muscular forearm. " Well aren't you happy to see me?" he asks with a smirk and I roll my eyes. Finally, I give up trying to escape and he pulls into his driveway. Which, sadly, happens to be a few houses down from mine. He gets out and pulls me out and I make a mad dash for the street. He catches me around my waist and spins me back to him and I probably look like a deranged animal with my hair almost completely covering my face. He pushes it off of my face as he leads me inside, tsking. " Such a shame it'll be all gone soon." he sighs and I frown, trying to think of what he's talking about. He takes me down to his basement where his best friend Rhett is waiting, with duct tape in his hand and scissors in the other. Suddenly realizing what they're going to use the scissors for, I scream and push against Alex even harder than before. " No, no, no, not my hair, please, Alex, not my hair, please," I beg as he sits me in the chair and Rhett duct tapes my wrists and ankles to it and then hands Alex the scissors. " Please don't, Alex! Please!" I yell tears filling my eyes. This is the worst prank he's ever done to me. He grabs my long brown hair in his hand, and closes the scissors down on a chunk of it. I start to cry and with each chunk he cuts off, my hatred for him only grows worse. The next few minutes is blurry, through my tears, but I hear Rhett telling Alex that's enough. " Hey man, stop. She's crying. Come on," Rhett says and Alex cuts off one last piece and steps in front of me, holding a mirror up in front of my face. My used to be mid back-length hair is now up to my shoulders, jagged and unevenly cut. Rhett takes the duct tape off of me as I continue to cry and Alex frowns. " Hey, Aeliyah, I didn't mean to make you cry," he says softly, putting the mirror down. I stand up abrubtly and glare at him, tears running down my cheeks and dripping off to the floor. " I hate you," I say, putting as much passion and fire into the small sentence that I can. I run past him, back up the stairs, and don't stop until I'm back at my house, sitting on the floor with my back against the door. Alex and I have been enemies since the third grade, when he poured red fingerpaint in my hair that took a week to fully wash out. Now, we're both seventeen years old, in our junior year of highschool, and he still pranks me all the time. They were pranks I could tolerate, until now. If you're gonna mess with a girl's hair, especially cut it off, you're definitely going to regret it. And I have a whole year to make his life a living hell.




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