I woke up curled next to Liam on the couch. I sat up groggily and looked over at Liam. He was drooling like the idiot he is, and I shook my head. That's two nights in a row I fell asleep next to him now. Not sure how I feel about this.

I stood up and checked the time. Eleven o'clock in the morning.

Damn, I slept longer than I thought. The party must have lasted longer than I thought.

The events that happened last night came rushing back to me, and I rubbed my temples. Damn Tyler and his possessiveness. I'm not his f*cking mate anymore, so he needs to back the hell off before I make him. And trust me, me getting involved is the last thing he'd want.

I walked up to my room and changed out of my pajamas. I changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and a faded red t-shirt. I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail and put on the necklace Liam got me. I pulled on a pair of socks and walked out of my room.

I stopped outside of Brooke's room, and an evil idea came to me. Might as well return the favor from what she did to me yesterday morning. Grinning devishly, I ran downstairs. I grabbed the maple syrup, melted some butter, got the molasses, and a bunch of other sticky things.

Stealthly, I slipped into Brooke's room and poured everything on the floor where my evil plan would take place. I put all the stuff away and made sure I knew where the mop and sponge was, as I'd be cleaning up the mess. But it would be worth it.

I crept up next to Brooke and blew a blowhorn right in here ear. "Wake up!" I screamed and tugged her blanket out from underneath her, making her roll off the bed and land in the pile of goo I made.

Brooke screamed and fell down. I crawled across her bed and looked down, seeing her in my masterpeice. I smiled angelically and waved at her. "Hi," I said.

Brooke glared at me and screamed, "What was that for?!"

I shrugged. "I was bored and missed my best friend."

"So you thought you'd wake me up like this?" she glowered. "Let me guess, this is revenge for yesterday."

I stuck my tongue out at her. "Payback is a bitch."

I poured some more syrup on her, laughing evilly. I bolted out of her room, knowing her wrath was near. And I was right once I heard Brooke screech, "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, HAYLEY KRISTEN EVANS!!"

Yup, I was right. It was totally worth it.

I weaved around things and dodged Liam, who was running to see what was going on since he heard Brooke screaming like a madwoman. I ducked under the counter and hid under a cabinet, which I could surprisingly fit in. Who knew, right?

"Where are you, you little scum?" Brooke hissed as she walked by.

I smiled to myself, knowing it would take Brooke a while to find me. Years of playing pranks on Liam and Brooke and never getting caught has made me an expert in hiding places. I can fit almost anywhere (it took a lot of practice to achieve the level of flexibility I now possess).

Suddenly, the door to the cabinet flew open, and I was being dragged out by my feet. I screamed and kicked out, successfully kicking my captor in the shins. Unfortunately, it was Liam, and he's immune to the amount of pain I cause him. He dragged me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me away.

"Found her, Brooke!" Liam yelled.

"Put me down!" I screamed, punching his back. "She's gonna kill me! You're giving me up!"

"You brought this on yourself," Liam said.

"I'm gonna die!" I protested. "You're proclaiming me as a sacrifice!"

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