Kas had been no help whatsoever in my mission to make Clark pay, especially after she found out he was 'bangin'. She wasn't wrong but I also loathed that she refused to help me even come up with a plan. I doubted that our friendship would last past these college years but who knew, maybe I'd be proven wrong. It was a talent of mine after all. 

That aside I had decided on a particular form of revenge that seemed right up my ally. A good ol' fashion prank. Sure it was a little immature but you're only young once and as far as I was concerned he had it coming. 

Instead of including Kas in my plans though, I decided that Google was a more reliable sidekick and spent the last week looking at websites. I honestly thought it would have been harder to find a prank that was both harmless yet satisfying but the web was loaded with hundreds of ideas. The possibilities were seemingly endless which made it that much harder to pick just one. 

So I picked two and decided that I would execute them simultaneously. 

Clark had become a creature of habit, that or he always had been and I had never paid attention. He was gone most nights, at the gym or library. When he was actually in the room he had these gigantic headphones on while he messed around on his computer. It didn't matter one way or the other to me. Even if he could hear me I wouldn't talk to him. I was now a woman on a warpath that included cream cheese and electric tape. 

It was quite simple. Tonight he would go to practice and when he got back I would catch him vulnerable and off guard. 

I sat on my bed with my back nuzzled into the corner, my sketch pad on my drawn-up knees and earphone securely in my ears. I was not going to miss the look on his face as he fell for my ingenious plan but I did need to look as uninterested as humanly possible. As I waited for my victim briefly wondered if this was something college students did. On one hand, it seemed highly possible but as I thought harder on it I felt like maybe I had grown a little too old for these childish games. 

Too late to go back now.

The clock read eight forty- seven when the door finally swung open and Clark strode in, duffle bag casually slung over his shoulder. Like clockwork, Clark began his nightly ritual as he grabbed a clean shirt, his oral hygiene bag, and promptly left for the bathroom. 

Last-minute doubts flooded my mind while I waited the agonizing fifteen minutes for him to return. He didn't seem to be a guy that could be angered. All I had been was a rude bitch to him but so far, he hadn't lashed out at me for it. Would this be the final straw? Would he finally raise his voice at me? 

The door startled me out of my thought loop as it opened. Maybe it was because I knew what was coming as he put his gym bag away and began to boot up his computer. As Clark reached for his deodorant I remembered how odd I thought it was to put it on before bed. My father had never done it but then I had never been part of another guy's bedtime routine so maybe it was normal.

My breath hitched in my chest as he reached up his shirt and not because the hem lifted just enough to sneak a peek at his taunt back muscles. Earlier that day I donated an hour of my time to replacing his pit stick with cream cheese. 

Clark paused for a moment. Unfortunately, his back was turned towards me so his facial expressions were lost to me. It wasn't hard to notice his confusion though. He pulled his hand out to look at his stick of deodorant and then casually sniffed it. Quickly my eyes darted to my sketchpad when Clark made a move to turn around.

It was nearly impossible to keep a smile off my face or the laugh contained. Somehow I managed though. He made a very subtle attempt to get my attention but gave up after only one try. Shaking his head Clark gathered his shower catty and left the room, never once saying a word.

A small smile crept onto my face once he left, though somehow it felt forced. In a way, I kinda wanted him to know it was me. Maybe if he did, he'd be a bit more upset than he seemed to be. It was almost a let down after all the energy I had put into it. 

With a defeated sigh, I crawled out of bed and put away my pad and headphones before I flipped the light off. Clark's monitor on his desk lit up the small space considering I asked him to turn the brightness down on multiple occasions. With an annoyed sigh this time, I tapped the spacebar on my way back to bed. For phase two I didn't need to be awake for or at least didn't want to be anymore. He had been so chill about the first prank he probably would figure out that I taped over his mouse sensor in a nanosecond.

I curled into a ball, my back faced towards the room, and shut my eyes. The door opened loudly but shut without a sound. Despite being a large guy, Clark could be very stealthy when he tried. I was both put off and a little honored that he felt the need to try for me. 

Clark tossed his now dirty shirt in the hamper before he pulled out his computer chair and situated himself in front of his monitor. His fingers gingerly entered his password in, a soft click with every key pressed. My eyes stared at the dorm room wall, my ears trained on his every sound. He dragged his mouse once, twice, and then a third time across the desk before I heard the peel of tape.

He chuckled quietly to himself before setting the mouse back down and the soft glide of it moving filled the quiet space once again.

Note to self, never become a professional prankster.

It was worth a try, right?