Romans & histoires Senior Pranks That Are Legal

I ask him. “We did, but we never get in trouble. This school needs the star quarterback. So, they never punished Adrian or me,” he shrugs. “Do you have any favourite prank?” I question. He thinks for a moment and answers me. “Oh, yeah, this one-time Adrian noticed our principal jogging, and you know what? He was completely bald, so we decided to expose him to the whole school.

“Adriana, you’re quite a funny person. You have a great sense of humor, yet you pretend to be all high and cold. Today, I heard a few lawyers chatting in the office, saying that Lawyer Clarke is a walking ice sculpture!” Adriana retorted, “Is stalking women who come home late at night one of Deputy Director Carson’s recreational activities? According to our country’s criminal law, your behavior could be classified as harassment. A light penalty would mean detention and observation, while a heavy penalty could land you three years in prison.”

It had taken me no time to find him at his rich folk party in Prague, and it had taken no time for one of the hostesses to mistake me for one of the girls and direct me back towards the casino. At first, I had taken note of the entirety of the house, and it irked me out just as much as Viktor had—to see men in their seventies fiddling with girls in their late teens and early twenties. They joked fondly, calling it some bullshit. After all, eighteen was legal. I almost choked on my anger. These girls were drugged off their minds, and no doubt abducted, forced, or at least paid heavily to keep up with their bullshit. And the men, who were old as dinosaurs, dared to call it legal?

“I wouldn’t go this far. Two people are dead. It looks like a guy that I’ve known for years might be the culprit. We were never able to reach Connor, you know.” “Okay,” she said slowly. “So, if we end up having to go back inside we’re not going to see Jeffrey and Jennifer smirking at the top of the stairs with tomato sauce all over them?” “How can you ask me that?” Brock said sternly. “Let me make this clear once and for all. The prank I pulled was at dinner last night. The weekend gag was the fake gold. I don’t have anyone’s cellphones, not even my own. This is not a setup.”

“And not just yours as well, that of your families’, your associates’. Anyone who’s ever shared an address, a business interest, or a bank with you.” Hawkins stiffened. “You can’t do that.” I smiled without humor. “Watch me.” I said, “by the time I am done, I will know exactly what you had for breakfast today and even when last you took a shit.” “This can’t be legal,” Wood said hoarsely. “Legal or not,” I replied, “it’s happening.” The room fell into a heavy, suffocating quiet as I finally took my seat with my legs hanging on the table.

It was his own silent heads up. ‘Am I going to kill you for whatever this is, fucker?’ ‘You’d never kill me because you fucking love me. Who else has your back?’ he asked, and I could guarantee that he had a cocky ass smirk on his face. Ziyah and Caiathus were talking about some past pranks they pulled. I never thought Caiathus would pull half the shit he apparently did. Sixty percent of that shit would be fucking illegal in the human world. One hundred percent of it was fucking hilarious.

added the senior seriously. "What?"

August 29, 2028 – first day of senior year I’m seventeen, wearing the same pink Vans (now held together with duct tape and spite), twin tails braided with three blackbird beads that clink when I walk. Remy meets me at my locker, same crooked grin, locket shining. Remy: “Ready for the most boring year of our lives?” Celeste (grinning): “God, I hope so.” Seras slams her locker beside us, schedule already on fire (accidentally, she swears). Seras: “If anyone tries to start an apocalypse before prom, I’m setting them on fire. Senior prank rights are sacred.” Kayo appears out of nowhere, tails hidden, uniform perfect.

“Oh, for sure. She’ll say one word in that tiny princess voice and he’ll be out buying her a damn pony.” “And the three terrors will have them cursing in two minutes,” I add. “Two?” Caden raises an eyebrow. “Try one. Or less, if they go for the clingfilm prank again.” I nearly choke laughing. “You mean like the time they clingfilmed Ben’s toilet seat? I have never seen a man so traumatised by his own pee.”

“They’re toddlers. It’s not that serious.” “That kid is 2 years older than my baby girl! It’s practically a crime.” “You’re 4 years older than me, you dork,” Carli huffs. “That’s different,” Parker growls. “Of course it is,” Simone giggled. “You know what a real crime is? Public fornication. Lewd conduct in public. You got here, and that’s the first thing you did!” He smirked smugly. “It was an emergency.”