Sisterhood of the Traveling Pranks

Chapter Five

Harlow 

“Well s**t. Last night definitely did not go as well as we had hoped.” I mumble to Ivy and Vee as we get ready for school the next morning. We expected Jeremy to be humiliated and storm out of the club pissed off, not smirking as if he had won, dammit.

We finish putting on our school uniforms in record time, since we all woke up late this morning, due to last night being a total flop. Going to a club on a school night definitely was not a smart idea.

“Hurry up girls! You’re going to be late for school!”

Mom is always one to worry about making a good impression. I mean, I love the woman, but let us be teenagers already. “Yeah we know, mom! Give us a minute!” I yell as I roll my eyes, clearly not in the mood for any of her crap this morning. I’m tired, cranky and freaking out a little on the inside about what Jeremy is going to do after what we pulled last night.

“Harlow, calm down. Things will be fine. I mean, what could he actually do to us? We just need to act as if it affects us as much as our ending affected him. We did play him along throughout the day, though, so we have that.” Ivy states while throwing on her backpack, always the optimistic one. She loops her arms through an oddly quiet Genevieve’s arm and does the same when they reach me near the bedroom door.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, mom is glaring at us until she sees Ivy's finger and the beautiful ring on her left hand, albeit from the wrong man, as we all know she wishes it was from the beautiful Fae Prince, whatever his name is. I want myself some of the Lycan/Werewolf Prince. I always did prefer milk chocolate, if you know what I mean.

“Oh my God! Ivy when did you get engaged, and why didn’t you tell us you were seeing someone? Why have your father and I never met him? Harlow, Genevieve, do you two have boyfriends you aren't telling me about? When you three come home from school I want details.” Mother overreacts over a simple ring, as if Ivy would actually tell her that she is engaged to Jeremy, of all people.

“Alright, mom. When we get home from school, we’ll tell you everything.” Ivy says as Vee and I give each other knowing looks. Our lips are sealed when it pertains to anything Jeremy-related. In no way do we want to be associated with him.

We get into Ivy's little sports car and she twists the ring off, throwing it into the center console and mumbling to herself. Something along the lines of, “stupid, damn ring. Making mom think I have a man when the one who gave me that makes me cringe…” She continues grumbling for a little while longer before Vee turns the music up to drown her out.

I don’t even realize when we arrive at school minutes later, as I’ve been so lost inside my own head wondering what the bastard could possibly do to us. I stop Ivy from getting out of the car and get the ring and hand it to her.

“Wear this while at school. We might need to use it for leverage throughout the day.” They stare at me like I’m insane before Ivy slowly nods her head and slips the ring on. As we exit the car, all the students around us stop and snicker while pointing in our direction or whisper to each other. With the way we are getting sneers from the female population mainly, there is no doubt it has to do with Jeremy.

I release a breath and straighten my spine. “If this asshole thinks he can make the rest of the school year hell for us, he has another think coming. We will not be beaten into submitting to him in any form when he was the one who thought he was smart enough to play all three of us at the same time.”

Ivy and Vee follow my lead by standing taller, and we walk alongside each other as immature males whistle at us, calling out things like, “hey ladies! Want to ride my stallion?” and “Harlow! Do you want to compare my d**k to Sinclair’s? I can guarantee mine will be thicker!”

One person yells, “I heard you like it up the ass, Genevieve! Meet me in the locker room after class?”

What really makes me lose my cool is a group of football players who brazenly walk up to us, literally grabbing Ivy’s breast to squeeze, causing her to scream and clash against my side trying to get away.

Vee and I stop in our tracks and turn around to see a group of smirking, chuckling jocks. I narrow my eyes as I go to take a step toward them, and Vee takes one right along with me. Ivy gently grabs onto our arms from behind us as she whispers, “Don’t. They aren’t worth getting expelled over.”

Everyone around us chuckles as the boys wink at us. “Listen to Ivy, ladies. She seems to be the smarter one out of your trio, considering she was the more submissive one that Sinclair f****d last night. I don’t mind a freak in bed, though, if you two would like to join me and a few friends later tonight.”

I sneer at him as I look him over as if he is nothing but a piece of crap on the bottom of my shoe. “f**k you, Chase. Your d**k is the second last thing we would touch, Jeremy’s being the first. You f*****g grope my sister again without her permission and your puny d**k and I will meet. Just not in the way you think, asshole. I have a reputation for being good with my mouth, but just remember that I can make that end very badly for you if you don't f**k off.”

I shake my head to clear the rising anger I feel for these bastards. “Let’s go, sisters. These people aren't anything but bored, pathetic humans with nothing better to do than believe bullshit from a desperate loser who just wishes he had the three of us.”

Nothing but silence and low whistles greet my eardrums as I turn around and grab a smirking Vee’s hand. No one ever disrespects the jocks at Amon High; they are almost as high up there in rank as Jeremy at this stupid school.

Vee winks at Chase and his posse before blowing them a kiss. “And that is how you shut s**t down.” Vee turns to Ivy and throws her arm around her shoulder as I put mine around her waist, keeping her between us in case anyone tries any of that crap again.

We enter the front doors of the high school when we are blocked by the four biggest pains in the asses. Bitchy cheerleaders.

“Great, just what we need. The Larks sticking their nose in our business when they should be learning how to close their legs,” Genevieve mumbles under her breath.

I chuckle at Vee's remark as Ivy chokes on the water she is drinking. I pat her back a few times until she calms down.

“Well, well, well... Look who we have here, girls. If it isn't the w***e sisters. Sharing d**k must be your thing, huh? Fortunately for me, I don't need the help of my sisters to please a man.” Tiffany, the head b***h--I mean, cheerleader--states with some misplaced pride.

I raise an eyebrow her way. “Oh look, sisters. Someone who thinks we give a s**t if she gets this supposed man off. You don’t mean Jeremy, though, do you? Because from what I know, real men don’t like easy sluts, and as if we would actually lower our standards to even touch the prick who probably has every STD known to man. Or were you talking about your stepdad? I know he has easy access to what you have between your legs, if the rumours are to be believed.”

Vee laughs. “I know right? I mean, obviously your snatch isn't that great if Jeremy came to the three of us rather than going straight to the cooch that has an Open Twenty-Four Seven sign on it.”

“Ohhs” and “Oh, s**t!” and a “Want some aloe for that burn?” surround us as students gather around to see what's going to happen. We always have had issues with this group, but it was always just snide remarks and evil glares that we easily ignored. Now, they want to amp it up by confronting us head-on about a person we really could care less about, and we are all for it. We won't back down when it comes to defending ourselves.

One of her minions, Sheila, takes a step forward, spewing out whatever her puny little mind has to say. “She may have a sign on her that says she is open all the time, but at least she doesn't think she is better then the whole school for having s*x with Jeremy Sinclair or her rich stepdaddy.”

Tiffany glares at her until Sheila cowers behind the other two females, hiding herself from their captain. Loud laughter is heard until Tiffany glares at the laughing students, and it is suddenly quiet except for a few snickers here and there. They know that if they laugh at her then they will become her next victim, and most of the students here are cowards.

Ivy shocks the s**t out of us when she speaks up with her arms across her chest. “Listen Tiffany, we get it. Your p***y is gold, everyone wants to have s*x with you, blah, blah, blah. Congratulations, do you want a damn metal for the loosest p***y at Amon high? Honestly, we could care less about Jeremy, so he is all yours. Stop thinking we give a s**t about anything you have to say about anything. Or maybe I should tell whoever will listen about you f*****g your stepdaddy for the car you drive? Or I wonder how you got those fake t**s that you tell everyone are real when it is very obvious that they are not. It is sad that you have to w***e yourself out to get anything you want because you’re lacking self-respect. I pity you, I really do.”

Tiffany's face is cherry red with embarrassment and anger as everyone around us either laughs at her, or stares at Ivy in stunned silence. Never would I have thought she had it in her. It was always Vee or I with the mouthy comebacks. Vee is the first one to burst out laughing, slapping her thigh when she bends over and tries to catch her breath.

“Oh my god, that was f*****g awesome, Ivy!” After she’s calmed down a bit, it is now her turn to address a shocked and pissed off Tiffany and crew.

“I get it, Tiffany. I understand why you would be jealous of us. I mean, we keep our legs closed and the boys still want us, wanting to sample the goods, yet not getting any because we have more respect for ourselves than that. You should try getting a real man rather than your mother’s sloppy seconds and a boy who would never actually want you for anything but your coochie. Oh, and by the way, Jeremy asked Ivy to be his fiance last night,” Vee states with fake pride just to rub it in Tiffany’s smug face as she grasps Ivy’s hand and shows it off to the crowd.

“That’s bullshit. There is no proof that is from him,” one of her minions throws out from behind their group.

I shrug my shoulders. “Why don’t you ask him for yourself?” Tiffany balls her hands into fists before she storms forward, shoulder-checking Ivy as she goes and almost causing her to fall backwards. Vee catches her at the last second.

“Be careful who you mess with, b***h. You really don’t want to piss us off!” I yell to Tiffany before facing her groupies, narrowing my eyes on them in warning as Vee steps beside me, forming a wall in front of Ivy. Genevieve raises her eyebrow in a challenge, daring them to imitate what their leader did.

The three other girls have a little more common sense--or maybe just less balls--but either way, they go around us and run to catch up to a fuming Tiffany. Vee and I relax our stance as Ivy puts her arms around our shoulders just as the bell rings and all of the students go their separate ways. Chase and his crew wink at us as they walk by. “We will talk to you ladies later.”

We all roll our eyes at his obvious lack of brain matter and make our way to our first class.

The first two periods are uneventful except for the usual sneers from the females and s****l remarks from the males. Ivy and I meet Vee at our lockers just as Chase, Drew, and Craig walk past a little too closely for my liking and whisper in Ivy’s ear, whose locker unfortunately happens to be four down from mine and six from Vee’s. I slam my locker closed after quickly shoving my books in there, startling the other two assholes as Chase moves away from a stiff Ivy and smirks at me.

Vee walks past me to get to our baby sis sooner and shoulder-checks Drew, who leans her way and says something under his breath. She flips him the bird and states in annoyance, “You wish, douchebag.”

I keep eye contact with Chase as I make my way to where Ivy and Vee are standing by Ivy’s locker, passing him with my head held high and a smirk on my lips. I refuse to let him think he will win, because he won’t, not when it comes to getting into any of our panties. Ivy is tougher than anyone gives her credit for. She is the more rational, level-headed one out of our trio. She is mentally strong, so for people to think they can bully her just because we’re not around is laughable.

Chase’s obnoxious laughter is heard at the end of the hall, and Ivy and Vee stare in his direction with narrowed eyes. I look over my shoulder to see Jeremy standing with the jock crew, and when we lock eyes, the bastard winks at me. I roll my eyes and face my sisters, grabbing their arms as we head off to go to lunch.

Upon entering the cafeteria, the chatter and laughter immediately ceases when we walk through. We ignore the not-so-quiet whispers about us f*****g Jeremy by the jealous girls and the wolf whistles from the stupid horny boys as we make our way to line up for food. “Ivy, do you want the same as usual? I can get your lunch for you if you want to go to our spot by the tree and wait for us there so some assholes don’t get there before we do.”

There is an elm tree at the corner of the field through the back doors that we have made our spot to relax for that one hour of the day for the last two years. No one bothers us out there, we get to eat our food without worrying about people dumping their lunch on us, and we don’t have to deal with the glares from the petty bitches who think we want their boy toys when in reality, it is their immature boyfriends who are constantly hitting on us.

She nods her head. “Alright. I’ll have the usual along with two desserts, please. I need the extra sugar with all of the s**t I’ve had to deal with today. Oh, and grab me a bottle of water and cranberry juice.”

Ivy turns to leave the cafeteria as Vee and I stand in line, waiting to get to the trays. We get chicken noodle soup, chicken teriyaki with rice and mixed vegetables, a brownie, a Rice Krispie’s square, a bottle of water each, along with the cranberry juice for Ivy, orange juice for me, and Vee gets her Martinelli’s apple juice.

We leave the cafeteria to go to our spot near the tree and right when we exit the doors to the back field, we hear a loud, terrified scream. Genevieve and I instantly look at each other, abandon the trays on the ground and run towards our tree, knowing something is wrong. Another scream is heard before it is cut off and muffled.

I instantly recognize the partial scream to be from Ivy. Vee and I run as if the hounds from hell are on our asses and what we catch sight of has us seeing red. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m screaming in anger.

“Hey! What the f**k do you think you’re doing?!”

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