Parker Stevens, I Can Hold a Grudge

Parker Stevens; Chapter Fifteen

Rolling in the deep - adele - when it says ' don't underestimate the things that I will do' I was like WHOA! perfect for grace! 

quick question - wondering if I should enter the watty awards for humor? probably not, but what do you guys think?

anyways, here's the chapter! I love, love, love writing the pranks she pullsxD their so fun to write. I wish I could do them lol

thank you so much to all the votes and comments I'm getting, even though it's not that much for other people, this is my most voted story EVER. so that's awesome: )

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-natalie♥

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My hands pushed both doors in as I announced my arrival to the empty school on Monday morning. I would have come just when everyone was there and made my entrance but I had some work to do.

                My high heeled boots echoed across the floor as I made my way over to Parker’s locker. Once I had found it, I laughed to myself.  It was funny that he carved his name into the brown painted metal because it only made it easier for me to know which one it was. I ran my hand down the cool surface and cocked my head to the side, smirking to myself at my plan. 

                Dropping my bag to the floor, I unzipped it and pulled out the super glue I had bought yesterday. Neither of my parents questioned it. 

                My parents did have quite a shock when they came home from the charity event on Saturday to see me entirely different. My dad flipped while my mom tried to reassure him that it was just a phase and I'd be back to normal soon. I had rolled my eyes at them and snapped my gun against the roof of my mouth before stomping back off to my room. I remember vaguely hearing my mom preach to my dad about something she read online about teenage girls changing themselves when they met a boy. I laughed at that one, partly because it was true but not in way she was thinking. 

                The glue was perched in my hand, so I quickly flipped the lock up so I could see the back of it and opened the cap on the glue. I squirted a ton on the lock before rubbing it in with a Popsicle stick. The excess fell to the floor and I made sure to clean it up with some paper towels from my bag to not leave any evidence. 

                Boy, I was just getting started. 

                I figured I would start off with small pranks before escalating them to huge ones. Some of stage two was still going to be used but it was going to be hard because I needed other people for it. My new plan didn't include much anyone else except for me, myself and I. And Parker if you include the victim, or should I say villain? 

                What Parker was going to do to retaliate didn't matter to me anymore, because nothing was going to make me fall through with this plan. I had no pride anymore; I literally had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

                Stepping back from the lock, I smiled at my handy work. My bangs fell into my eyes and my fingers itched to brush them away but I held back because I knew there were bits of glue stuck on my hands. My bag lay on the ground so I quickly bent down and picked it up but not before I stuffed away the glue bottle, making sure the lid was on tight, before I made my way to the bathroom to wash my hands. I noted that the halls were still pretty quiet, just with a few niners that wanted to get a head start on studying. I reached the washroom and pushed the door open with my hip before walking right over to the sinks. I tried not to look in the mirror as I washed my hands because I knew old Grace would be back, nagging at the choice of make-up and outfit.