Pranking the Prankster ✔︎

2- Lunch with princess

"Asher, stop stealing my shit!" I snatch the charger from his hand and kick his small butt.

"Hey you fucking—-"

"Stop swearing in this Christian household!" Our mom yells from down stairs.

I slam my door shut and shift through clothes in my closet. I picked out a sun dress covered in pineapples, from Dolce & Gabbana.

(A/N- This is literally an Amazon dress)

The door bell rings and my mom calls out, "Harlow please answer the door."

I run to the door, put a smile on my face, opening the door. My smile immediately drops.

Ace fucking King, his mom and dad stand at the door with a dishes of food in their hands. Ace's eyes go wide as he sees me, then his lips pull into a sly smirk.

"Hey princess, you look nice." I shake out of my daze and ignore him. I smile up at his parents. "Hello. I'm Harlow, it's nice to meet you."

They shake my hand. "I'm Karen. This is my husband, Bob and my two kids Ace and Lola." She gestures to her family.

Wow, what a family.

I smile down at the girl who is Ace's sister. She looks to be around three or four. She has the same green eyes as Ace, but is lighter skinned and has blonde hair like her mom.

Lola looks up at me. "You're really pretty, Harlow." I grin at the cute little girl.

I was about to thank her, but Ace beats me to it. "Eh....She's okay." He shrugs while Karen slaps him in the back of the head.

Karen, I think me and you are going to get along just fine...

I lock the door behind them while my mom chats with Karen.

I walk to the kitchen and take out glass plates. "I didn't know your dad was Jay Valentine?" A voice sounds behind me making me jump and drop a plate. Luckily an olive colored hand catches the plate before it hits the floor.

"You should be more careful, Princess." I turn around to see Ace in front of me. He towers over my 5'1 height.

I scowl at him before turning around and carrying plates to the table. Our dining room consisted of a huge grand table with a beautiful diamond chandelier over it.

"Aww don't be like that, Princess. You know I was just playing around when I did that to your car." He says.

I glare at him and slap his arm when I walk by.

"Ouch!" He yelps.

"Okay...Okay. I'm sorry for doing that to your car, Harlow." He apologizes making me stop and do a double take.

He apologized?

He gives me a slight smile. I sigh slumping my shoulders. "Fine. You're forgiven."

"Yay, Praise the Lord!" He smirks at me, putting his right hand over his heart. "I promise, I will not prank you anymore." He adds and offers his hand to shake.

I nod and take it. "Let's start over. Hello, I'm Harlow."

"Hello Harlow. I'm Ace."

"Ready to eat?" My mom calls out.

Everyone makes their way to the dinner table and makes their plates. Mom made steak, ham, green beans, sweet potatoes, mac and cheese and apple pie. And of course our guest brought corn bread, cheesecake, and a small bowl of lentil soup.

Once the guests leave, I help my mom clean up. "So did you know Ace, Har?" Mom asks while she scrubs the table clean, bubbles forming on the surface.

"Y- yes I did. He's in multiple classes I have." I'm caught off guard with her question.

"Cool." She says simply.

"Babe, have you seen my Adidas sweat pants?" Dad walks in with Asher by his side.

"Yea. By the couch." They exchange a kiss.

"EWW!" Asher and I say in unison.

"Oh hush up kids." Dad glares at us.

All of a sudden I feel a pinch on my arm and yelp.

"Ouch! Asher!" I pinch him back.

"Stop touching me!"

"You started it!"

"I did not!" I retort.

"Yeah you did." He pushes me, causing me to slip on the floor. I grab him, yanking him down with me.

"Ow! Mom, Harlow pushed me!"

"I did not!"

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

"Did t—-"

"ENOUGH!" Mom takes off both her flip flops and throws them at us. Dad just stands there laughing at her.

I walk in my room and change for bed. I sit at my desk and start up my MacBook. I search up 'Good ways to prank people' because i'm still going to get Ace back.

He messed with the wrong person! Looks like tomorrow he will have Locker complications.
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