Not so sweet revenge

Waking up to the sunshine lifted my

spirits. Henry and I were supposed to be

hitting the beach today to hang out, so

people can see how 'in love' we are. Yes,

that means we have to act like we're in

love, which means things like physical

contact. Also, the paparazzi would most

likely be there, and we were to ignore

them and pretend we're in love.

Obviously, it had been Steve's idea.

Ew, just ew.

I grabbed fresh clothes to wear and my

bright yellow towel and headed to the

bathroom. Even if we were going to the

beach, I still liked my morning showers.

Heading out of my room, I reached the

bathroom two doors down and quickly

turned on the shower and got in. I was

definitely not using the large, square

marble bathtub sitting in the middle of

the room. It was just so … fancy. The

shower would do.

The shower was nice and warm, just

how I liked it, even if it was a hot day. I

have no idea what I would do without

hot water. As the water trickled down

my face, I closed my eyes and sang the

chorus of 1234 BY Plain White T's.

"There's only one thing … to do … three

words … for youuu …"

"I love youuu …"

"There's only one way … to say … those

three words … that's what I'll do …"

"I love youu …"

Then I froze. Why were the 'I love you'

bits deeper than my own voice …?

Opening my eyes, I turned to find a

smirking Henry checking me out. He was

leaning against the doorway. I screamed

like hell and desperately attempted to

cover my body while doing so.

"AHHH! GET OUT! GET OUT NOW! HOW

DARE YOU!"

"Not my fault," Henry said. "You left the

door unlocked."

"I DON'T CARE! GET OUT! I PROMISE YOU

IF YOU DON'T I'LL KICK YOU DOWN

THERE!"

Henry hesitated, making me scream

again. Finally, he bounded out of the

room, scared I would fulfil my promise.

Once he was gone, I groaned and

fanned the blush from my cheeks. No

one had ever seen me without clothes,

except my parents when I was a baby.

Great, my enemy had seen me naked. Oh,

he was going to torture me.

Once I finished my shower, I headed

downstairs in my black and white polka

dot bikini with a tank top and board

shorts over, the ones which reached

halfway down your thigh.

As I entered the kitchen, Henry's tan

cheeks turned a faint pink. Noticing this,

I raised my eyebrow. Did Henry Parker

just blush?! He was the most confident

guy in the world and he blushed?!

"You're blushing because it's hot, right?"

I said, just to tease him. I knew he

wasn't pink from the temperature.

"Yeah," Henry replied quietly. "Umm, I'm

going to take a shower too. Make me

breakfast, pancake."

I rolled my eyes and opened the fridge

to look for something to eat as Henry

sprinted upstairs. Then, I remembered

something. Last night, I had thought of

ways to get my revenge on Henry and I

had come up with two ideas … so far.

I had poured water into half of a bowl

and placed it in the freezer to freeze.

Now I was supposed to pour milk and

cereal over the water and make it look

like a normal breakfast. Grinning

ecstatically, I grabbed the bowl from the

fridge and poured milk and Crunchy Nut.

I put one bowl for me as well and

started eating mine. When Henry finally

came downstairs for breakfast, I

laughed inside.

Oh, this was going to be good.

"There's your breakfast," I said, nodding

to his bowl.

Henry nodded and sat down next to me.

He stared down at his bowl, and then

took it to the sink.

"What are you doing?" I asked,

panicking. Had he noticed something?

Henry shook his head at me. "I'm allergic

to nuts, you pancake."

He was? Since when?!

"No, no, you should eat it," I tried

desperately.

"And make my awesome face swell?

Nice try, pancake."

I watched, horrified, as Henry poured his

milk and Crunchy Nut down the sink.

Then, he started laughing hard, until he

nearly choked. "Oh god! Was this your

way of getting revenge on me?!"

Henry motioned to the frozen water in

the bowl while I turned away. Dammit,

why?!

"You are too funny, Lainie," Henry said,

still laughing. "C'mon, I want to get

going."

I was about to complain because I

wanted to finish my breakfast but then I

realised to wanted to see my plan B in

action. I giggled and followed him out of

the mansion.

"Tell me pancake, why do you look so

happy?"

"Nothing," I replied innocently. "What's

wrong with being happy?"

Henry just shrugged. As we reached the

garage, I immediately walked over to

silver his McLaren F1. It was a bit of

trouble, but last night while Henry was

sleeping, I had managed to shove

oranges in his exhaust pipe. I couldn't

wait to see the look on his face when he

finds out oranges are in his baby's

exhaust pipe.

"As much as we both love my McLaren,

we're using the Ferrari today."

I turned to him, panicking again. No

way! No way was I letting this prank

slip!

"But don't you want girls swarming

around you and gushing about your

awesome car?" I queried. Please let him

say yes and get in the McLaren! I prayed.

Henry shook his head. "No way am I

parking my McLaren in the car park at

the beach."

"But I want to go in the McLaren!" I

spluttered.

"No, now get in before I make you,"

Henry ordered.

I stomped my foot. Yes, I actually did.

Why wasn't luck on my side today? First,

him being allergic to nuts and now him

wanting to drive his Ferrari!

I grumbled and hopped into the

passenger seat of the stupid red Ferrari.

*

* *

"Oh my god, it's Henry Parker!"

I could hear squeals and whispers of the

girls on the beach everywhere. I could

also see the death glares I was getting

from his biggest girl fans.

"What is he doing with that trashy girl?"

"She's probably just his cousin, don't

worry!"

Whispers surrounded me as I walked

barefoot down the sand of Venice

Beach. It was then that I felt a strong

arm wind around my waist. Who could it

be other than Henry?

"HEY!" I yelled, attempting to remove his

arm.

"You idiot, we're supposed to be acting

here, remember?" Henry whispered in

my ear.

Oh.

I had forgotten about that. So I let Henry

have his disgusting arm around my

waist until we got to the water. Henry

stripped off his shirt and left it on the

hot sand, leaving me there gawking. His

smooth, tan chest glowed under the

sunlight and his taut muscles pretty

much left all the girls on the beach

swooning. My eyes moved further down

and my mouth popped open. I was

right. He had a six-pack.

"Am I handsome or what?" Henry said,

grinning.

I snapped out of my phase and looked

up to find him smirking.

"I guess little pancake does check me

out after all." Henry's grin became wider.

"I do not! I was just … thinking about

something," I lied. I hope my cheeks

weren't pink.

"While your eyes were on my six pack,"

Henry retorted.

I stuck my tongue at him, not knowing

what to do, making him laugh. We raced

into the water together and I won,

which meant he was supposed to give

me a piggyback. Well, I said he owed me

ten bucks, but Henry said to do

something 'cute' for the witnesses on

the beach. Even though I didn't want to,

I managed to sit on his shoulders. When

he stood up, I squealed.

I felt so tall! I accidentally said that out

loud making Henry laugh again. He ran

clumsily through the water making me

shriek, "Stop!" If I fell, I was going to

murder him.

I could see people taking pictures of us

and steam coming out of girls' ears. I

smirked at them and felt like making

them even more jealous. Just for fun. So

I hopped of his shoulders and hugged

him … for a long time.

"Is this part of the act or did you want

to do this?" Henry whispered huskily in

my ear.

I rolled my eyes. "I just want to make

those girls over there even madder."

Henry frowned and looked out towards

the sand where the teenage Barbie dolls

were sunbaking, watching us angrily.

"I can think of way to make them kill

you," Henry said.

"Like what?"

"Like this."

And with that, Henry Parker covered my

mouth with his.