Ok remember, this isn't mine (It's from Kayla Parent) and it's still kinda PG 13 you guys! Please vote and comment! Hope you enjoy

Tratie (pt. 2)

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Miranda slammed her locker

"This will never work" she crossed her arms

"It's perfect" I responded

"Travis literally hates you"

"He hates me now" I smirked "But you're forgetting that he and I used to be best friends. I know him and I know what he looks for in a girl"

"So what? You're going to use that to make him fall for you" She scoffed "He'll see right through it"

"I'm going to distract him with small pranks first" I started explaining my master plan "Give him false hope, then watch him fall flat on his face"

Miranda looks at me with a sad expression "Katie, I mean this in the nicest way possible, sister to sister, but don't you think it's time you got over what happened?"

I scowled

"I mean, it was eighth grade. He was young and-"

I interrupt her.

"What?" I glare at the floor "Get over the fact that my best friend led me to believe we were turning into something more, just to kiss Drew Tanaka behind my back at his birthday party?"

"Yes but-"

"And ever since, make my life a living hell with this stupid prank war?"

"Well, Travis is technically right, you did start this" she shrugged "if you hadn't pushed his face into his cake that night-"

"He deserved it, and he deserves this too"

Miranda shakes her head and her eyes show a hint of disappointment "It's a disaster waiting to happen"

"It's poetic" I shrugged

I turn and open my locker...and gasp when dozens of condoms spill out. I grit my teeth and mutter under my breath "You're on Stoll"

                             ~Monday Morning~

I slam my hand on my phone making my alarm turn off.

Definitely not getting up yet

I try to settle back in, but there's something tickling my nose. I read towards my face to brush it away and realize it was just my hair. I push the strands away from my face- wait something's wrong. A clump of hair comes away in my hand. My heart drops to my stomach and I shoot up straight. I grasp my head and look down at my bed.

I'm surrounded by strands!

They're on my pillow, in my blankets.

My hair is falling out. He definitely went too far this time.

I'm about scream bloody murder, and two second away from crying. When I realize something about the hair. It feels off...

I take a closer look and suck in a shocked breath. It's synthetic hair.

Fake

My panic quickly shifts to anger and I scramble out of bed and run to the window.

Travis and I are neighbors, and his bedroom window faces mine. And to no surprise, he's already there waiting for me. I notice with rage the wig and scissors in his hand.

"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed" He smirked "You looks little rough Kates"

"If this is the best you got, you should forfeit!" I crossed my arms

"Forfeit?" He puts the wig and scissors down and crosses his arms too "I'm just getting started, baby"

I slam my hands on the sill. He drives me insane!

"How did you even get in here?!"

"Your window was open...again" Travis's smirk grew "You should really start locking it"

"Funny you're saying that" I chuckle and reach behind me, to my table, and grab his phone. "when you forgot to lock your window last night"

Travis's smirk disappeared and his face goes pale. And it makes all the sleep that I lost, worth it.

"Give that back!"

I laugh and wave the phone in the air "Come and get it!"

Just like I hoped, Travis goes to jump out the window. But jerks his hands back from the sill.

Idiot

I painted a fresh coat of white paint on it. And now his hands are covered

I'm a genius

"Got to get up earlier than that to fool me, Stoll. See you at school" I throw him a wink for good measure.

And i leave him fuming.

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For a few days Travis and I prank each other nonstop.

I put itching powder in his jockstrap. He puts red dye in my shower head. I fill his cooler with viagra. He comes at me with a leaf blower filled with flour. I hide in his closet with a chainsaw. He lets a raccoon loose in my car.

After that stunt, I'm enraged.

And ready to start working toward my ultimate goal. Which is why on Thursday after school, I'm filling up water balloons on the side of my house. Miranda looks down at my bucket disapprovingly.

"Are you sure if this is a good idea?" She asked "You're a terrible shot"

"The water balloons aren't the point"

She raised an eyebrow "I don't understand"

"I'm raising the stakes" I grinned "Putting my bigger plan into action"

"And you think dousing him with water...right before he goes on a date, is gonna make him fall for you?"

That immediately grabs my attention.

"Travis has a date?"

"I overheard Connor talking about it" She crosses her arms "I told you that earlier, do you ever listen to me-"

"Well, I hope they have fun on their date" I clenched my jaw on the word

For some reason, the thought of Travis on a date has my stomach unsettled. But I quickly push those feelings away.

"You know what?" I let out an annoyed breath "Who cares"

Obviously not me

"It doesn't change anything" I start dragging the bucket of water balloons to the front of his house.

Miranda let out a sigh. "I really don't get how this is going to work"

"That's because you're not thinking about the big picture, when I hit Travis with a water balloon, what do you think he's gonna do next?"

"Retaliate"

I smirked "Exactly"

Miranda rolls her eyes and walks back into our house before I hide behind a bush. After a few moments, I hear Travis's front door open. He peers out and looks both ways. When he thinks the coast is clear...that's when I strike.

Water balloon in my hand, I run onto his front lawn. "Hey Stoll!"

His head snaps towards my voice "Why's your shirt all wet?!"

I throw the water balloon, and it hits the center of his chest. I laugh, grab another and purposely run to the other side of the yard. He looks down shocked, with his jaw wide open. Then his eyes narrow and he takes off running toward the bucket

"Leaving your amo unguarded?" he smirked "Rookie mistake"

He grabs a water balloon and when he throws it at me, I let myself get hit. I run back towards the bucket at the same time as him and barely manage to grab one. I hit the center of his back and at the same time, he throws one at my shoulder.

Pretty soon, we're in an all out war. Just like we used to when we were little kids

We're both soaked at the end of the evening. And to my surprise, we're laughing. The smile on his face is huge, mines no different. And just for a moment, I let myself enjoy it. And the dimple on his cheek. And the way his blue eyes sparkle when he laughs.

Wait.

What's going on? Am i having fun?

Travis, who I realize has also been scanning my face, seems to catch himself at the same time. I sigh and plop my back down against the grass, needing a moment to collect myself. I feel him sit beside me, he waits a couple seconds to speak.

"Water balloons? I'm surprised" he lets out a dry chuckle "You're a terrible shot"

"You too?! I shot up "A girl loses one little league championship and never lives it down"

"Don't get mad at me" he defended himself "I was the only kid on the team who didn't shun you afterwards"

"You were the better pitcher" I smiled at the memory "They should've put you in"

"Nah you were better" He grinned "Just easily distracted, always chasing butterflies instead of the ball"

He meets my gaze and we both laugh.Uncomfortable at the ease between us, I look away.

I need to get my head back in the game.

So I clear my throat and reach for the hem of my tank top. I pull it over my head and reveal the very skimpy bikini top I have underneath. From the corner of my eye, I watch Travis's eye go wide, then close in on my chest. His cheeks go red and after a few seconds, he seems to force himself to look away. I smile to myself as I squeeze the tank top, draining the water out of it and putting it back on.

Step one was definitely a success. I wanted him to notice me, and the way we was fidgeting, it worked. Now I have to play it cool.

"Anyway, you better get going" I motion to his front door "Don't want to be late for your date"

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows together. He kinda looks cute like that.

Kinda

"And i'd change if I were you. Were you really going to wear that anyway?" I motion to his shirt this time "Poor girl"

He runs his hand through his curly brown hair, flexing his bicep in the process.

God, stop staring Katie.

"I'm not going out with her, I canceled" he commented, seeming agitated "wasn't feeling it"

A strange sort of relief fills my chest. But I refuse to examine it too closely. I just need to get out of here.

"Typical" I get up and start backing away to my house "break the girls heart after all the bragging she did"

He put a cocky grin on his face. "Well, if I were going out with me, I'd brag too"

Ah, there's the Travis I know and hate

"You're too arrogant for your own good" I glare at him "Anyone ever told you that?"

He keeps his eyes locked on mine "A time or two"

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                                ~The Next Day~

"Guess someone had fun last night" Miranda finds me after class and smirks "At least from where i'm standing"

I can't meet her eyes. Because truth is, I did have fun with him. But i don't want her to know that

"I got to throw things at Travis's head, of course I had fun" I fake a smirk "More importantly, step one was a success"