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NATASHA'S POV

Mounted on top of the teacher's desk, I giddily swung my legs back and forth as my victims—I mean, my classmates—kept trying to beat me but failed miserably. I truly was surrounded by idiots, and the various trick questions they failed to answer correctly was proof of that.

I smiled as another one got up with confidence, probably thinking she could do better than the others. Even after watching five girls, I don't think any of them understood or learned anything as they kept of screwing up.

The funniest of them all was Selen, who repeatedly pronounced and spelt “Bin, Gin, Sin, Min, Lin” before she screamed “Tin!” to “What is an aluminum can made of?”

She shouted the word with such certainty that I almost felt bad for her. Almost.

This truly had been a great way to pass lunch time, before the most horrible class in the history of classes could begin. I should whack the person who thought teaching Math to innocent kids would be a good idea, whack him senseless with a club made entirely out of piranha teeth. Whoever that person was better be praying in their cold grave that I never find out their names, or else I’d dig up and burn their corpse extra crispy, Supernatural  style.

"Ready?" Zoya said, snapping me out of my bitter thoughts for the moment.

"No, you’re not." I smirked and quickly thought of another question. "Okay. How ‘bout an idiot test?"

"Sure." Zoya rubbed her hands together as if she were preparing herself to climb a mountain.

"What color is the sky?" I drawled, getting bored by everything.

"Blue." She narrowed her eyes, focusing on my questions just like the others, not realizing that it wouldn’t do her any good. If she really wanted to be smart, she should relax and let her common sense work it out rather than frying her pea of a brain.

A lot of these girls were damn lucky for being rich and pretty, because I doubted they could ever accomplish something solely on their brains.

"Good. What color is the grass?" I fired another question quickly, not giving her time to think.

"Green!" Zoya even clapped her hands and beamed, clearly excited.

"Good. What color is my hair?"

"Brown!" she said, leaning in on the desk, getting hooked on the game. Zoya might just make a bigger fool of herself out of the lot; she was being way too competitive for her own good.

"And what is the color of the sun?" I kept asking her random things, purely to confuse her. I knew she was trying to find a pattern, even though there was absolutely none.

"Yellow. Duh!"

2 minutes later

"What’s the color of Selen's eyes?"

Before the final bell rang, I had utilized the time by keeping Zoya and all the other girls on the edge of their seats.

"Blue!" Zoya’s voice kept increasing a note on every answer, which made me realise she was getting agitated and desperate enough.

It was time to end the game and pose the final query. "What was my first question?" I wiggled my brows at her.

She gave me a satisfied smile. "Ha! What color is the sky." She merrily banged her hands on the desk and went on to give high-fives to some girls around her, who all seemed thrilled at her winning.

I just smirked. They too proved to be just as dumb as her. I let her enjoy the false victory for a few more moments while I got down from the desk. The final bell just rang.  

"See? I won." Zoya grinned again.

I teased her by doing some sort of embarrassing victory dance. Then I just lost it. I threw my head back and burst out laughing. "No, you didn't. The first question was: How about an idiot test? Idiot." I chuckled and walked past her to get to my desk, satisfied by how fast her face dropped its smile.

Definitely a good day so far.

Mr. Desai walked in soon after, effectively putting an end to the laughter. I let out a groan and slumped lower on my desk. If only I could disappear from here this very second.

Just five minutes in and I already felt my brain cells imploding away. Deciding I have had enough and deserved a break, I raised my hands to get his attention—which was not something I would be doing if I wasn't suffering from unending piles of homework.

The ugly cow, though, had the nerve to ignore me. So I stood up, thinking it would get his attention. But when he still didn't give me his attention, I pushed aside some books and climbed up my study desk with arms crossed.

He cracked within a second. Mr. Desai slammed his book shut and glared at me. "Goodness, Natasha! Get down! What do you want?"  

With a smile, I jumped down and faced him. "May I go to the washroom?" I asked calmly, for formality’s sake.

"Why?" he asked in suspicion. This man had definitely been dropped on the head way too many times as a child.

"To open the chamber of secrets. What do you think?" I rolled my eyes at his stupidity and made my way to the door. But he stopped me before I could reach it. I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"What if I allow you and you skip my class?" he speculated, adjusting the round glasses atop his titanic nose.

I huffed and gave him an “Are you kidding me?” look.

But he was adamant. He even crossed his arms and fixed me a look. We stood there glaring at each other. Internally, I was repeatedly burying an axe through his thick head. Now, either I could give in and start a verbal fight with him—which would get me yet another pile of homework—or I could be a really sly squirrel about it.

Obviously, I chose the latter.

With a wicked smile finding its way back to my face, I arrogantly leaned on my desk. "Why wouldn't I skip class? I mean, it's not like you know anything important to teach, anyway."

Mr. Desai was swift to get offended as I had hoped for him to be. "Math  is important. It's not my fault if you can't comprehend that." He raised his finger at me, warning me to sit back down.

"Oh, really? Okay, then. I got a question for you, an equation. If you can solve it, I’ll shut up and not say anything. Like, a week," I challenged him. I’ll get out of this class no matter what. You just wait.

"An equation? I’m surprised you even know what an equation means." The cow taunted me with a smirk and proceeded to gloat. The class broke into snickers behind him.

But most of the idiots did shut up when I eyed them. Some rare brave souls enjoyed his comeback way too much. I’d deal with them later. "Cool.” I squinted at Mr. Desai. “But if you lose, I get a free pass whenever I want." I regretted saying the words the second I uttered them, scared he’d catch on to me trying to be a smartass here.

Luckily, it had the opposite effect. Instead of telling me off, Mr. Desai asked me to throw him this equation. “I’m pretty certain I can solve any equation you throw my way, little girl.”

Clearly way too confident about himself. I couldn't help but do the mocking Tom laugh in my head. "Alright, then! If I remove 1 from 9, how do I get 10?" I keenly watched his expression as he mulled over my question.

No doubt he’s trying to figure out all the possible subtraction, addition, and multiplications in his goose nest of a head. "How is it..." He started fumbling with his specs again.

Instead of giving him the answer to the question I jumped on another one to puzzle him further, distracting him just so I could grab my bag from the floor. "How about this one? You are driving a bus with 12 people in it and on the first stop, 9 get out and 3 get in and on the second stop, 6 get out and 4 climb in. On the third stop, 5 more get in. What’s the age of the bus driver?"

The questions almost had no pauses in between, which only made him more confused. The blank expression on his face told me so. Using it as an opportunity to escape, I snickered and made a run towards the door, leaving everyone else laughing and a shocked teacher behind.

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I felt damn proud and happy with myself through the rest of the day. Well at least until I found out that Warner was beating my ass in the bet. He was ahead by 56 bets during lunch.

I stabbed my potatoes angrily, envisioning his stupid face in them. Unbelievable. Why did I even feel bad for him the other day when I found out he’d be spending the night in a cold hard cell? Hell, I even left him a whole pack of candies that I bought for myself.

With a pout, I grabbed the potatoes from Selen's plate and started stabbing them, since mine had turned to mush. Ester, Kate, Selen, and Poppy all gave me weird looks. I ignored them and focused on murdering more potatoes.

Where  and how  did that imbecile find such ideas and the stubbornness of doing all of them? He fucking spent a whole night in a cell, and the fact only left every girl swooning and gushing over him—even more than before. He finally earned himself the reputation of being “badass” or as some girls preferred to call him, a “bad boy”.

Ughhhh!

How someone had the audacity to pull off yet another prank the very next day after sleeping in a jail cell was beyond my comprehension.

Did he really spend the entire night planning out his oil prank? Was he really that carefree? Didn't he ever worry about the consequences?

I didn't even want to know or think about how he managed to get his hands on so much oil, or how he found the perfect time to pour it all over the school without getting caught. Yet as I moved on to stab my tomatoes next, I found myself imagining the prick running around the school grounds with large cans of oils.

A night in prison and a slippery morning prank had definitely gotten Warner what he wanted, while leaving me trapped in here, playing stupid games with a bunch of idiots. I let out a groan and increased my stabbing speed. The tomatoes squirted red juice all over the place.

From my peripheral vision, I saw the girls move further away from me. I don't blame them. I must look like a possessed serial killer, but I was so mad that I couldn’t care less about scaring them off.

It wasn’t fair! I had to constantly be on my toes and keep trying to beat him. It was rigorous to come up with pranks that were better than his—he always managed be a step ahead of me! Keeping up with his ingenious pranks just exhausted me, while he effortlessly won every round.

Why was it all so easy for him? Every girl here, including this small circle of girls I called friends, were riding the Warner wagon. The guys of St. Mary’s also saw him as some sort of hero…while I merely got a few chances to get out of his shadow. Now I just hated his guts so bloody much.

Forget the Math class guy. If I ever laid hands on a piranha-teeth-embedded club, I would first shove it up Warner's ass and make it come out of his mouth.

I wasn’t giving up, though. Nope! The oil prank was nothing. I had to come up with something that would make me win. No more trying to outrun him. It was time to fucking shove him off the bloody grid.

Without saying much, I got up and tossed my plate in the washing sink and left the dinner. The girls stared after me, seeming baffled, but I didn't care much. I was on a mission and I need to complete it.

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Having nowhere to go or anything to do, I decided to hit the library. Maybe some quiet time would give me some fresh ideas.

Lazily, I trailed my fingers along the dusty books of the geography section at the very back of the library, where hardly anyone ever visited. I randomly stopped at a book and pulled it out. It was one of those traveller’s guide books which showcased some of the less travelled exotic places in the world.

Finding a clean spot on the floor, I sat down with my back resting on the wall. I skipped a few pages with boring texts. My eyes directly moved on to the photographs.

The first one was of a small exotic island tucked away somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Coast. Surrounded by deep green sea like the color of House Emerald, it seemed like the jewel, too. A big green stone floating above the depths of the cerulean sea.

Recalling an old memory with my brother, I closed the book and shut my eyes. It was a silly game I once played with my brother every time we got locked up in my dad's study. With my eyes still closed, I randomly flipped a page open and looked at the photo on the page.

I sighed. It was Machu Picchu. It would be so fun to go there sometime…away from all this, and just gazing at the sunrise from that beautiful place. I flicked through some more random pages before deciding to go back. What were others were up to?

About to leave the library, I placed the book back in its position. Then I heard nervous giggles and sound of someone shushing them. I peeked in through the gap between the books. Two senior girls stood on the other side of the rack, laughing about something and I just knew must be fresh gossip.

"Really, Sheena?" the redhead asked the girl with the raven hair.

"Yes. I’ve been scarred for life. An audio porn CD! That's what my brother listens to! I want to cut my ears off," the raven-haired girl whispered back with a horrified look.

I clamped a hand on my mouth to muffle my laugh. This…is just hilarious.

Eavesdropping was bad and all, but, really…even a saint wouldn’t pass away the chance of hearing something as scandalous as this. I stayed as still as a rock, unbearably curious about what on earth made her discover her brother’s dirty big secret.

"Why did you even listen to it?" At least the redhead girl was asking the important questions.

"I didn't mean to. I only went to call him for lunch but he wasn’t in his room and his iPod was just there lying on the bed. So I thought... What music was he listening to—and I..." The other girl was barely hanging on to her friend who was doubling over in laughter.

I couldn't blame her, though; I myself was having a hard time controlling my amusement.

"Gigi, stop— You have no idea— I was dying  inside; I really needed to tell you."

So that's what the redhead’s name was. I was about to leave the two alone and go back to my business when the most amazing idea hit me.

Without sparing another second, I dashed to the other side of the rack, spooking the girls a little. Then I got down straight to business. "I need that CD." I was 100% sure a creepy, overly enthusiastic smile had spread on my face, but I just had to have that CD.

Then I can set Blaze ablaze.

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It wasn't an easy task but somehow after much convincing, threatening, and bribing, the dark-haired girl—Sheena—finally agreed to give me her brother’s CD in a few hours.

I guess it would suffice to say that it had been a tough evening for her. I forced her to fake cry to the warden about how she felt sick, in order for her to get permission to go meet her brother. Then she had to waste another hour convincing, threatening, and bribing her brother until he gave up the CD.

The past evening might have been tough, but the morning definitely was not. I might’ve acted like a homicidal maniac every morning when told get up early, but today was a different case. I had no problem waking up early or getting ready before anyone else. After all, I had a major prank to pull off.

I even finished my breakfast in record time, hurrying to head straight to the school’s assembly hall.   I had to not so patiently wait 20 minutes before the warden came to open the gate, leaving me just 15 minutes before the prayer. Then the morning assembly commenced.

Let me tell you, though. Putting my plan into motion by completing the key task of my prank had been anything but easy—the bloody audio system that played our morning prayer took ages  to start.

After 10 to 12 minutes of cursing and kicking the stereo system, I managed to switch the prayer CD to the porn one, even saving me some time to set it up nicely. I made sure the CD would start playing from the middle, and  with the volume cranked up.

Whew! I got it all done in time. Now, all that was left to do was stand unsuspectingly among the huge crowd of girls, teachers and the residential nuns, and wait for shit to hit the roof.  I should probably thank the naive sisters and teachers who never bothered checking the CD.

Boy, were they in for a thundering shock and a sinister lesson.

Calmly waiting in line with my hands clamped together, I forced my eyes to stay half-shut as fits of laughter bubbled in my stomach, excited for the audio system to start.

The nuns, teachers, students obediently stood with their heads bowed down, ready for the spiritual words to hit their eardrums. Then the speakers blasted moans and loud noises of flesh pounding, followed by a bunch of guttural “Yes!”, “Oh yes!” and “Fucks!”

I lost my bearing, bubbling with laughter before anyone else. Merely a second after, a ruckus all around me loudened as the nuns clutched their ears and shut their eyes as if they’d seen the devil himself.

Two of the nuns even fainted to the ground, and the girls erupted into giggles while the teachers’ cheeks blushed crimson. Some senior girls eagerly helped the warden stop the audio system but like I mentioned before, it was too slow to react.

The nuns’ reactions drained their faces of color; they looked ready to pass out. The male teachers had a hard time looking unfazed by the ordeal. Amid the riot, they kept jumping back when they came in close proximity of the female teachers. The nuns weren't the only ones on the floor, though.

I was there, too, clutching my stomach as tears poured down like rain from my eyes. I was laughing so hard that it caused me physical pain.  

The speakers finally stopped, but the absolute ruckus had not. The younger girls looked scared and screaming, others were crying, while the older ones were in the same condition as me. Teachers kept cringing and the nuns were fainting.

If I dare say so myself, I think I had truly outdone myself today.

“Natasha!” An angry woman’s voice yelled my name through the mic, which brought utter silence throughout the hall.

Still wiping away tears, I wobbled amid fits of laughter, and it took me a moment to get back on my feet. Then my mouth clamped shut, surprised by the deepening scowl on Ms. Famina’s face.

Uh-oh!

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