The Triangle~ Stefan Benz and Emily Dobson

A Prank To Remember

Emily's POV

I scroll through the tea pages with me and Jordan's faces all over them. A few minutes later, Jordan FaceTimes me. "What is going on?!" I question "You are NEVER like this!" I cry. "And why are you screen-recording?" I ask noticing the red dot in the corner of the call. "I like to re-watch our chats." He says. I blush. But we are not finished yet. "You didn't answer my question. I asked what is going on." "Nothing is going on." He says. "BETWEEN YOU AND STEFAN!" I shout on the top of my lungs. I hear screaming in the background. "Jordan who is that?!" I scream. He turns his camera off. No response. The screaming continues. I hear someone being slapped and or hurt in the background. "Jordan! Show me what is going on RIGHT NOW!" I demand. "Fine." He says. He turns on his camera to reveal Stefan in the background. "Oh my God! What did you do to him?!" "I taught him a lesson." Jordan says cracking his knuckles. Then out of nowhere they both start to laugh. "What is so funny?" I ask. "Nothing is funny about this!" I yell. "IT'S A PRANKKKKKK!" They both yell. Wait, what? "What about the screaming and slapping and punching and... and- what about the screenshots of DM's between you guys. You're all over the tea pages!" I shout. "They were all fake. We slapped an exercise ball and a makeup artist did bruises and scratches on Stefan. Doesn't it look real?" Jordan explains. "Yea." I say. I ignored the fact that Stefan was staring at me. "And for the screenshots, those were staged too, although now we're all over the tea pages. We had to post them on my Instagram story so that you'd see." Jordan reasons. "Oh?" I say still shocked. "Hey, um, Emily?" Jordan asks. "Yes?" I reply. "Do you want to um- come over tonight? Maybe around 7?" Wait... did Jordan just ask me out on a date! Oh my gosh! "Of course!" I say.