CHAPTER 8: Sick Prank Of Cactus

Skylee P.O.V

"Are you calling someone?" Number 1 asked as he looked at me. I climbed on the back seat and gave him a brief nod. I was calling Mum since last night but she wasn't picking it. Her phone wasn't off but neither was she answering.

"Have you guys talked with Mum?" I asked them as they started the drive towards school.

"No. Why?" Number 2 asked.

"She is not answering my calls. I'm calling her since last night. It never happened before," I said as I again dialed her number. Mum was someone who couldn't digest her food until she talked with me at least six to five times. It was weird that she hadn't called since tomorrow morning. Was she mad at me?

"Don't worry, Sky. Ma'am Octavia must be busy somewhere. She will call you once she gets some time," Number 1 gave me a reassuring smile.

I sighed and put my phone back in my jeans pocket. I had worn black jeans with a red off-shoulder top, and red sneakers while my hair was tied in a fish braid. I ran a hand through my neck frustratedly and set my braid over my left shoulder.

"Probably..." I said as I straightened my head arrogantly, "But then inform her that I don't want to talk with her." With that, I looked outside the window. If she was busy then my time was also precious.

Once I reached my school, I stepped out of the car and was about to walk inside when Number 2 called, "Sky, we are here all the time. If you need anything just text us."

"You guys aren't going back?" I rose my brows in confusion.

"Sir Xander's ordered us to stay outside," Number 2 said. I stared at him and tried to read his expression, but he wasn't a bodyguard for no reason. So I nodded briefly.

When I stepped inside the school, something was weird in there. I didn't know why, but something irked me. I looked around me. All the students were looking at me like I was prey. I was used to people staring at me like this, but their stares were itching in my eyes. Their stares were giving me a danger alert... Like a code red or something?.

But I ignored them and trekked towards my locker. I opened it and placed my bag inside then picked the book for the first lecture. I closed the door only to find a familiar pair of piercing grey eyes behind it. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Too dramatic!

He was leaning against the locker while his arms were crossed over his chest, giving a full view of his muscular chest and bulged biceps. His two friends were standing at some distance behind him, both had the same idiotic smirks plastered on their faces.

I looked back at him. He was wearing navy blue jeans with a white button-down shirt and a baby blue blazer. While his brown hair was styled perfectly. Why did he have to be so damn handsome?

"Stop drooling. I know it's hard when I'm standing in front of you. But still..." He smirked and I again rolled my eyes.

"You talk way too much nonsense..." I smirked and was about to walk past him when he grabbed my left wrist and tugged me back. I snatched my wrist and grabbed his blazer with the same hand, pulling him a little closer. My heart started to do some unnecessary somersaults inside my chest and an unknown feeling again appeared in my stomach.

"Don't touch me," I hissed. He smirked in return and eyed me with his amused grey orbs then looked at my hand.

"At least... I'm not the one touching," He said with that stupid smirk never leaving his face. I pushed him away and walked away before I could explode at him.

God! That jerk!

I stopped midway when something hit my head. I turned around only to find him smirking at me. While his both friends burst into a fit of laughter. I touched the back of my head and found something sticky there. When I smelled it, my brows creased in confusion.

An egg? What the hel...

There came more material out of the blue, totally dipping me in it. I shut my eyes as the liquid trailed from my head to down on my body, creating a disgusting sensation on my skin enough to give me nausea. And the smell was enough to vomit. For a moment, my brain seemed to stop working along with my breath. The only thing that reached my senses was the laughter of other students.

"Tsk! Tsk!" I heard a familiar voice. I shot my eyes open only to glare at particular grey orbs.

There he was, standing in front of me with fake pitiful expressions and too amused eyes.

I could sense my eyes bloodshot with anger, heat was rising from my cheeks. I clenched my fists tight and gave him a hard look.

"Welcome to STG High." He smiled wickedly and walked past me, followed by his pets.

I stomped my foot angrily on the floor as I glared at his retreating figure, disappearing on the other end of the alley. I winced, feeling the stickiness on my skin. The paint had completely drained my clothes, making them glued to my body.

How dare he humiliated me in front of the whole school?!

I was literally feeling the boiling of my blood and the smoke coming out from my ears. I took a deep breath and looked around me. All students were gathered around me in a circle and smiling, some were smirking while a few had terrified and pitiful looks pasted on their stupid faces.

"WHAT? Don't you have classes to attend?" I yelled at them and they all scattered around in the hall. While sending a last glare at no one in particular, I trudged towards the washroom.

Once I entered inside, I screamed with frustration and annoyance. I looked at myself in the mirror. For a moment, I laughed looking at the yellow paint that had colored my face and soaked my clothes. Turning the tap on, I splashed water on my face and rubbed a little to get rid of it. Then again looked in the mirror.

That idiot! He didn't listen carefully when I said 'Don't-mess-with-me'. How dare he? That freaking son of a Cactus. God! What I'm going to do with my clothes now? I didn't even have any spare clothes in my locker.

I closed my eyes to calm down first, then I would think about my clothes. I couldn't even ask my bodyguards, knowing them they would create a big fuss and I didn't want that. I could handle this on my own.

"Look who's here?" A feminine voice from behind made my eyes open and I turned around to look at her.

"Listen up little girl." I raised my brows at her. I think I have seen her before. She had blonde hair with a light shade of grey eyes, not to mention that smudged smirk on her lips. She came forward, playing with a strand of hair with her right hand.

"What's going on between you and Eric? First, you both got detention for making out and now he pranked you. Care to explain it." She titled her head.

"Why would I explain it?" I said, glaring at her.

"Because I asked so. Don't you know who I am?" She smirked wickedly like usually high school queen bee did. Wait... Is she Helen – the queen bee?

I looked at her and smirked. "Why? Don't you know who you are?"

Much to my disappointment she didn't lose her smudged smirk but laughed. It seemed like she had good control over her emotions and knew when to show them.

"You have quite an attitude." She smirked. Before I could reply to her the door again opened.

"Eww... They really did it." Another girl came inside and said, making a disgusted face that soon replaced with a small smile. I remembered her from my first English class and she had a few other classes with me too.

Then she looked at Helen and creased her brows. "What are you doing here?" She said, emphasizing 'you'.

"Nothing you should worry about. I'm leaving anyway." Helen said and walked out.

"Here. I got this for you. Go and change it." She said, extending a dress towards me. I switched my eyes between her and the dress.

"You don't have to help me. I can manage on my own." I said, pulling my phone out.

"Yeah! Yeah! Whatever. Now, I have already brought it for you so why don't you go and change it instead of wasting your precious time in bickering when I know I'm gonna win in the end," she said with a wink. "In short, go and change."

I didn't know why, but I laughed at her speech. Without waiting for my response, she handed me the dress and literally pushed me towards one of the stalls but then she stopped, "Wait... Use this shampoo too so you can get rid of this sick smell." She added, handing me a bottle as she again start pushing me.

"Fine. I'm going, you don't have to push me," I said and turned around to face her.

"That's good because I know you don't like the idea of walking in the school like an incomplete painting of sunflower with egg smell in hair." She said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Wait... What the hell did I just say? Never mind." She made a face. I couldn't help but laugh at her.

"Stop laughing." She grinned.

"You blabber a lot."

"I know." She flicked her hair.

I took a quick shower, rubbing hard to get rid of the paint, and washed my hair two times to get the smell of egg out of my hair. Then I wore the dress which she gave me. It was a white skirt with black flowers printed on it, pairing it with a black sleeveless top. I parted my long hairs from the center and let them fall freely on my waist. When I came out of the washroom, I looked at her.

"Thank God it fits you." She smiled, checking my dress.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked out of curiosity. I didn't even remember her name and here she was helping me. It was strange for me because I wasn't used to such behavior... Like... Like she cared about me?

"Because friends are for help," she sweetly said.

"No, I'm not your friend. I don't make friends." I frowned.

"Yes. In your opinion, I'm not. But for me, you're my friend. And friends always help each other no matter what." She shrugged with a warm smile.

"But..." She cut off me, "And it counts stubborn friends too. You're my friend and I will always help you. End of conversation." She said dismissively, waving her hand.

I stared at her for a moment. No one had ever said that to me.

Whenever I told them 'I don't make friends', they always stayed away from me. Of course, they put silly pranks but no one ever tried to befriend me like her. And honestly, it feels good.

"But I owe you this," I said dismissively and she sighed.

"Fine... My name is Rosalyn by the way. I know you don't remember." I couldn't help but chuckle at her statement.

"So?" She asked, looking at her wristwatch. "We missed our first class."

Who cares about class right now? I have more important things to deal with.

"Where is that Cactus?" I asked, creasing my brows in anger.

"Cactus?" She looked at me confused.

"I mean that guy from Trio. I don't remember his name." I said with gritted teeth and she burst into laughter. I glared at her.

"Sorry. It's just...I like the name Cactus." She snickered and added, "And he must be collecting his assignment from Adam." I raised my brows and titled my head.

"Adam is the nerd who does all assignments of Trio. Today is the last date of submitting it so, they must be in the cafeteria, collecting it. After that, we have two same classes with them, then they would practice basketball for the coming match." She explained everything. My brows rose up at her explanation.

"How do you know all of this?"

"I... It's... Everybody knows what the trio does. So..." She shrugged and walked ahead.

Something irked, me but I chose to ignore it as I had something more important to think about. I walked straight towards the cafeteria and stopped at the entrance. All the while Rosalyn followed me.

I looked around to find a particular jerk and when I spotted him on the corner table, sitting on the chair while a guy with his back stood in front of him. His pets were standing on his left-right. I kept my eyes focus on him and trudged in his direction when I unintentionally bumped into someone.

"God! Are you blind?" A familiar voice said. My gaze landed on her.

"Move aside," I said. She raised her brows skeptically.

"Excuse me? Don't you have manners? We should be apologizing after bumping into someone." Helen smirked.

"No, I don't have manners now move aside," I said.

"Well, I can see that." She eyed me from head to toe and smirked.

"Of course, you have eyes, right?" I said and looked at the table. To my disappointment it was empty. Shit!

"So, Rosey-rise, your friend has quite an attitude, no? Let's see how long she can survive with this attitude of hers." Helen chuckled.

"Mind you, it's Rosalyn. It seems like you need medication to remember things. So let's not worry about others." Rosalyn smirked and I couldn't help but grin. So this sweet girl could be a brat in hours of need. Interesting...

"Whatever!" Helen chuckled and walked out of the cafeteria.

"I don't like her." Rosalyn huffed before turning towards me with a devilish grin plastered on her lips. "Anyway, do you want me to take you to calculus class?" She grinned.

"Is this even a question?" I smirked back.