"-plus I have to go and do the grocery shopping... you'll need to put all of those books back on the shelf and wash the rest of the dishes... Ayla! Are you even listening to me?" Jessie's muffled voice went in one ear and out the other.
I was currently sitting inside the study room of the house feeling more lazier than a sloth because I had nothing better to do with my life since school just recently finished.
I subconsciously nodded at Jessie and buried my head in my arms as I leaned forward to close my restless eyes. The books that Jessie was referring to were the books currently sprawled all over the desk before me.
"Ayla, is it about that gorilla boy? Was your fight really that bad?" She asked in sarcasm. For a woman in her forties, she really knows how to treat an emotionally tripped 17 year old.
"I'm just really tired, Jessie." I yawn and hope she leaves me to sleep. "I'm tired of putting up with that pathetic excuse of a husband."
She nodded, understanding. "Just stay strong for a little longer, hun. Everything will be fine in another few months, alright?"
She left a moment later; leaving me and his highness at home alone. Well it's not like we've never been alone together, we practically ignore each other on a daily basis.
I stood up and sighed.
I really am tired.
And it's a type of tired that sleep can't fix.
After gathering all of the books into an untidy pile, I began placing them back in their rightful spots on the shelves, one by one.
Sometimes I wonder what the point of this marriage really was. I know our parents took our childish freedom away but, Ryler Fielder... he could at least try a little to be more committed.
Whenever I see him playing around, or doing something that is beyond stupid; it makes me feel ashamed for him. Him sleeping around is the biggest sign saying how much this arranged marriage really affected him.
My endurance level is pretty low as well and who does he think I am? I'm not some tough girl who can suppress her emotions. This marriage is affecting me just as much, it's just that I've learned how to restrain myself even if my emotions are confused.
It's honestly, easier said than done.
I am a human being with issues and the people around me fail to realise that.
Just thinking of my problems, makes me feel more vulnerable than a lamb in the middle of a pack of wolves. How would you feel if you fell for someone only to have them treat you like shit?
If my feelings developed into more than a 'crush' for Ryler before I got married to him, I would've been more pathetic than I already am. I promise myself that I will never let him or this stupid agreement get to my head.
My vision was still blurry from the tears as I yawned heavily. No doubt my eyes were red from a lack of sleep.
Maybe it really is just a tired that sleep can fix.
"Ayla!"
I jumped at Ryler's sudden voice.
I turned to him with a glare as he interrupted my thoughts. "What?"
He was standing a meter away from me with a look of confusion on his face.
I stared at him. He stared back.
"Why are you crying?" He asked with a slight disgusted tone referring to my teary eyes from yawning so hard.
"I'm not crying you dumb fuc-"
"Uh-nevermind! Forget I asked. I came at a wrong time." He said hurriedly before turning around to leave as if he didn't want to get caught up in whatever problem I was 'crying' over.
I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes and grunting. "Ugh! Stupid dumb-fricker!"
I was angry because he thought I was crying and I was angry because I thought he cared. And I was also angry because I was frustrated with the fact that he came to me for something.
I placed the last book back on the shelf before exiting the study room and immediately headed for my room.
I could feel my face heating up as anger surged within me. I wouldn't be surprised if smoke started coming out from my ears and nose.
My bedroom door was slightly ajar although I don't remember leaving my door open. Maybe Jessie forgot to close it when she went to grab my washing from the bathroom.
I pushed my door open and regretted doing so the moment I felt a container of water fall onto my head.
The water trickled down the back and front of my head, soaking both my clothes and hair.
This could only mean one thing;
"RYLER SAWYER FIELDER!"
"I love it when you call me by my full name- Oh my... don't you look like a wet ball of sunshine?" He laughed from the hallway.
I glared at him. "This means war."
"Consider it a war between wife and husband." He declared and I rolled my eyes before picking up the empty tupperware and slamming my door shut.
What's a good prank to pull on, Mr. Gonna-Get-His-Ass-Handed-To-Him?
Hmm...
I rubbed my hands together at the idea that had formed in my head before quickly taking a shower.
Weird. I swear I thought I was fuming just minutes ago.
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2 hours later...
"Thank-you for shopping at us. Hope you have a nice day!" The cashier said awkwardly as she noticed the things I was buying.
I smiled at her. "Oh no don't worry... it's for a prank."
She chuckled in relief. "Okay then. Have fun."
I waved her good-bye and exited the convenient store.
Ryler, was currently at his dad's office, discussing new plans for the talk show.
I hopped in my car and drove back home before breaking out into a sprint towards Ryler's room. Not a single minute should be wasted. That guy turns up out of the blue sometimes.
I looked around his tidied room, his scent filled my nose. I opened his bathroom door and got to work.
I grabbed his shampoo and added a tad bit of hair removal to it.
I went through my plastic bag filled with my shopping, grabbed my glazed donut and munched on it.
I grabbed Ryler's breath mints from the sink counter and poured all of them out before replacing them with these special type of mentos that make your teeth go completely green.
Why would people buy these stuff to make their teeth green? I wouldn't know.
Incase you're wondering why I'm replacing his breath mints with these... it's because Ryler has a thing where he can't stand having bad breath. Like seriously... he's got a mint packet in his car, he carries another mint packet with him in his pocket. It scares me sometimes.
He's a minty freak.
Placing the mint tin filled with the mentos back in its rightful place while still munching on my donut, I picked up the purple food colouring and opened Ryler's body wash to pour the bottle's contents into the body wash bottle. Thank goodness the bottle wasn't see-through or else that would've been an epic fail and a waste of time.
I snuck into his walk in closet and grabbed all of his underwear.
Now let me tell you... he probably has more underwear than the amount of women he has banged. Which is a lot.
I threw them in a bag and placed it near the door.
Grabbing the baby powder out of the plastic bag and sprinkling it onto his bathroom towel, made me feel more excited for what was to come.
I quickly ran into my room and came back with the container that Ryler used yesterday to prank me with and filled it with water and the pink food colouring I bought.
Am I going too far?
Ahah. Not far enough.
I quickly cleaned up my mess and placed the tupperware just above his bathroom door and slid out through the gap.
See, the plan is...
When Ryler comes for a breath mint or to do whatever in the bathroom... he obviously has to open the door.
When he does, the pink coloured water is going to fall on him. He'll need a towel to wipe his face. So he'll reach for the powdered towel and practically inhale the towels scent deeply. He'll cough and decide on taking a shower. That's where the hair remover and purple food colouring come in.
It's a simple prank but it leaves an eternal pink and purple scar as a reminder to never mess with the wife.
When he's done. He'll probably throw a mint in his mouth and finally look at himself in the mirror because being the idiot he is, he won't realise his green teeth. When he goes to change... he won't find any underwear so he'll run out of his room in his towel.
He'll obviously know straight away who did this to him so he'll come barging into my room and that's where I come in.
I'll rip his towel off [making sure to look away] and take photos before sprinting out of my room and using the photos to blackmail him.
We'll see what happens after that.
His underwear bag is under his bed. That's how more stupid he'll be.
The best part about the prank... is the fact that his parents and mine will be coming over at that exact same time for dinner.
Now time to sit back and wait for the action to take its place.
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Please comment on any typo where 'Flower' is meant to be 'Ayla'.
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-adorkable07 :)