Chapter Twenty-Two

Alex (P.O.V.)

It has been a month since Luke and I called truce. Although he said it is not truce because we did not seal it off with sex or some perverted thing like that but the prank war was awesome. 

The first week, he sprayed whip cream on my face which backfired on him because in the moment of fake sleeping, while he did his thing and I figured it was whip cream, I got up and purposefully rubbed my face against his. 

The next day I put fire ants in his boxers while he was sleeping. He screamed like a girl and scratched his area whole day. Then when he went out I told a group of girls that he had crabs because he was scratching it so much. 

The day after that, he spray painted my car with the words ‘call 555-1868 if you want to have some fun’ on the rare bumper and for the rest of the day I got perverted calls from both men and women.

 I shuddered. Just thinking about it. 

When I found out