~Leata~

"SEND ME YOUR LOCATION,
LET'S FOCUS ON COMMUNICATION-"

"You sing good." Blake compliments. I open my mouth to say something but cuts me off. "About as good as a young Justin Bieber on crack."

I glare at him. "Ryder, Tyler, your best friend is a little puta!"

Tyler turns to Blake. "Dude, she can actually sing really well when she's not screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs."

He just shrugs. "I was just stating my opinion."

"No one asked for your opinion!" I growl.

"I wanted to give it." He states coolly.

"Oh, Lee?"

I turn to Ryder. "Hmm?"

"Do you have soccer practice after school today?" He questions.

Yes soccer. I didn't go for track like my mom. I didn't go for basketball...and every other sport like my grandmother. I went for soccer. Well, I guess I kind of took on after grandma since she played soccer, too.

"Yeah."

"What time?"

"4:30 to 6:30. Why?"

"Could you find your own ride home? We were going to take Blake to egg Ms Hayfer's house." Tyler tells me, making my face brighten up.

"Bro, screw practice. I'm coming with you." I say with a grin.

Ryder and Tyler roll their eyes. "Of course you are."

*~*

After standing around and talking for most of the morning -and by talking, I mean me getting mad at Blake and his stupid little blunt comments- Blake, Ryder, Tyler, Kiev, Carter, Rose, Harmony and I finally go to class. Late.

"Ah, it's the Hale, Paris,TeNana-Williams, Weston clan--Mr DeAngelo?!"

"Old lady." Blake acknowledges lazily.

"All eight of you, go sit down!" She orders before she starts muttering to herself. "As if those seven weren't enough, Blake gets thrown back into the mix. I hate my life."

"Uh, Ms Hayfer, we can hear you." Carter points out, making her look at the class like a deer in headlights.

"I'm glad we're the reason you love your life so much." I tell her sarcastically.

"No, I was just joki--oh who am I kidding!" She snaps. "You kids make my life a living hell! First it was the original six, who happen to be your grandparents. Then it was the spawns, who happen to be your parents. And now it's the descendents, who happen to be you! I hate my damn life!"

Wow, the lady finally snapped.

Then me, being me, I decide to start laughing.

"And what's so funny, Miss Hale?" She questions me venomously.

"I gotta call my grandma and mom."

"And why is that?"

"To tell them that your old ass finally snapped."

*~*

"Ow, Tyler, stop kicking me!"

"Stop elbowing me!"

"Stop being an idiot!"

"Stop being a puta!"

"Puta?! That's it-"

"Can you two shut up?!" Ryder snaps as the three of us, along with Blake hide in one of Ms Hayfer's bushes.

"Someone needs to get layed." Tyler whispers, making me laugh and high five him.

"Haha, very funny." Ryder rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, they're hilarious, now shut up." Blake tells us as he grabs an egg. "Can we hurry up and egg the old hag's house now?"

"No, we--Leata, get back here!"

I ignore Ryder, grabbing a carton of eggs and running out from the bush.

I take one from the carton and throw it at the window.

"Nope!" I shout at him, throwing more eggs at Ms Hayfer's house.

Blake looks at Ryder with an eyebrow raised. "She's definitely Angel's daughter."

"Yup." Tyler nods.

"Are you guys coming?" I call to them, still throwing eggs.

Blake gives them a smirk before also coming out from behind the bush and throwing eggs at the house.

Ryder and Tyler share a look before shrugging and following our lead.

All of a sudden, the living room light turns on.

"Shit!" Tyler curses, dropping his carton of eggs.

"Holy mother of Virgin Mary, we gotta go!" Ryder whisper-shouts, also dropping his carton of eggs.

"Hang on a second." Blake throws his last egg. "Alright, let's go."

They start running but stop when they notice I'm not following them.

"Lee, come on!" Ryder shouts.

"I'm too young to go to jail!" Tyler exclaims dramatically.

"Hold up!" I tell them.

"Leata, what the hell are you-"

"Shut up!" I shush Ryder as the door starts opening. I quickly pull my hood up, gesturing for the boys to follow my lead.

The door swings open and I throw my egg-

Splat!

The egg yolk drips down Ms Hayfer's face.

I laugh as she squeals.

Suddenly, I'm picked up and thrown over someone's shoulder.

"As much as I enjoy the sight of that witch getting knocked in the head by an egg, we have to go." I notice Blake's deep voice underneath me. "Nice ass, Amore."

"Right back at you, Hotness."