Lmao I finally updated

Leave some prank ideas please? I kinda know what the overall plot, but the actual pranks for the first half are stumping me lol

Wednesday practice was over and Logan was looking forward to getting home. Drew had been suspiciously devious today, and although it didn't show in her barking orders, it definitely showed in the wide-eyed "have a nice day" she tossed at him over her shoulder while leaving the soccer field.

Have a nice day?

HaVe A nICe dAy?

She usually said things like "break your arms" or "don't come back."

Logan couldn't help wondering if she'd lost her mind for sure this time.

Whatever the reason for her cheerful mood, for the sake of his sanity, he convinced himself that it was only just to wind him up, and got in the school shower.

Five silent renditions of Britney Spears later, Logan was clothed and sitting on a bench, waiting for his slow friends.

Cyrus and Ben were having a loud conversation about Pokémon in their adjacent stalls, which was bizarre considering their circumstances. Logan wrapped a towel around his head to try and drown them out.

The four beeps from Kim Possible's theme song informed him that he had a notification.

He pulled out his phone. It was David, and he was having an apparent meltdown.

I DONT HAVE MY KEYS OMG

I CANT FIND THEM??

HAVE YOU SEEN THEM??

Logan immediately texted back.

Oh frick

I don't have them

Where have you looked?

LIKE

Oh it's in my backpack

In the back pocket for some reason

Lol false alarm

...

"What's up?"

He looked up and nearly sighed out loud. Jordan Bell was looking at him weirdly, and Logan took the towel off his head. "My friend's keys ended up in his other pocket and he had a freakout."

Jordan nodded, "Uh, cool." He swung his gym bag over his shoulder and glided to the door, "See you tomorrow, captain."

"See ya."

Vaguely Logan wondered if he should try to fix things between them. It was getting increasingly awkward.

His friends finally came out of the showers a minute later, still having their discussion.

David was waiting for them at the back of the school, leaning against the bulletin board of announcements, tapping his fingers against a scarlet binder.

He waved his keys, "Vámonos."

Logan nodded, "Thanks for not butchering my language and saying 'vamas' or something."

David spun around and walked to the parking lot. "No problemo, amigo!"

"That's not Spanish!" Logan shouted, running after him.

They arrived at the car. David pressed the button on his car key, and the headlights flicked on as the car beeped.

Logan called shotgun, and they all ducked inside. They'd just closed all the doors when Ben and Cyrus started freaking out. At the exact same moment, David turned the keys. Confetti and white powder blasted from every single air vent, accompanied by the loudest radio announcer's voice in history.

All four boys were reduced to a screaming high-pitched mess as they waved their arms around and spat paper and dust out of their mouths. Cyrus and Logan were trying to open the doors, but every time they unlocked it, the car would beep and lock itself.

Eventually, David blindly found the key and yanked it out of the ignition, and the fans and radio abruptly shut off. Logan managed to open the door before it could lock again, and he breathed in the fresh air that he'd never quite appreciated before.

"I've got EVERYTHING in my HAIR," Ben hollered.

"Is that COCAINE!?" Cyrus shrieked, terrified.

The boys in the front seats turned around and stared in amazement. The back was decked in clear plastic tape. The windows, chairs, and floor were covered in the stuff, with the sticky side facing up, and Ben was struggling to get tape and paper out of his blond hair. "Oh my god," he groaned, "oh my GOD GET IT OUT."

"David!" Cyrus was wailing, "Why is there drugs in your car? I thought you were a good kid!"

"It's on my eyelashes!" Ben shouted. "And Cy, that's baby powder. I would know, so calm down!"

David looked like he was in shock, so Logan climbed over the center console and tried to help Ben's eyelash crisis, only to get his hair stuck in the tape on the ceiling. "Oh CRAP."

"Close the door!" Ben yelled. "I don't want anyone seeing me like this!"

There was no one around, but Logan obligingly pulled the door closed, and as expected, it locked again. He sat back down and adjusted the rearview mirror so he could assess the damage to his black hair.

"Aha."

Logan was in the middle of peeling a strip of tape from the roof when he'd somehow (Ben was still screaming) heard David's remark. "What?"

David held up the BMW car key, "It's empty."

Logan stared at him, uncomprehending, "What do you mean 'empty'? How is a key empty?"

"The remote inside the key was taken out," he said, and Logan slowly understood. "Someone has it right now, and is using it to lock the car."

"You serious?" Logan slumped against the dashboard. "Man, that's actually really smart."

"Yeah," David said, turning the dials on the car to the correct setting before putting the key back, but not turning it. He turned around to stare at Ben and Cyrus, tape all over their clothes and hair. He narrowed his eyes, suddenly serious, "If you get tape residue on anything, I'm going to kill you."

"It's not my fault," Ben grumbled, but he shifted away from the window.

"Also," David added to Cyrus, "I'm confused and insulted that your mind jumped to me being a druggie rather than this being a prank."

Cyrus shrugged, gesturing at his tape-covered hair. "I was distracted."

David looked up and studied the tape carefully placed on the ceiling, with the sticky side facing down and barely touching the roof. He seemed grudgingly satisfied, "At least they're considerate."

"Who's 'they'?" Cyrus asked, rolling a huge wad of tape into a ball.

"Drew and her friends, obviously," Logan said. He looked around at the few vehicles still parked at the school. David had parked in the middle of the lot, so the only place someone could be hiding and still be in range was behind or in one of the cars.

He was pretty sure he recognized the few vehicles that were around though, so the girls must be behind one.

David turned the ignition, and when nothing crazy happened, began rolling out of the parking space. "Let me guess, you all want to look for the lunatic girls."

"Yes," Logan and Ben confirmed. Cyrus sighed and mumbled an "I suppose so".

David drove around, but they didn't spot a single person. They couldn't see anyone in the other automobiles either.

"I hope they're giving the remote back," David muttered. "I don't like having to manually lock and unlock my car. I wasn't born in that era."

Logan patted his shoulder, "We'll make sure they do."

David shook confetti out of his hair and exited the school, "First stop, Ben."

After dropping off a raging and confetti-covered Ben, and then an equally freaked-out and tape-covered Cyrus, Logan was the last one left. He'd collected all the hole punches in a pile and placed them on the dashboard for David to clean up. "You sure you don't want me to stay and help clean?"

"That's okay," David grinned, somehow in a good mood now that he knew his car wasn't permanently trashed, and just trashed. "I'll just vacuum it up — my dad can help." He brought the car to a halt in a familiar neighborhood, "This is your stop."

"Thanks!" Abby giggled, climbing over the backseat, Drew popping up right behind her.

David's jaw dropped in the mirror, "HOLY SHIT!"

Logan couldn't even form words.

The two girls exited from the passenger door, and finally Logan snapped out of his daze long enough to unlock the door.

Only for the car to beep and lock again.

Abby was waving a tiny device, no doubt the thing she'd taken out of David's key.

He swore and shoved on the door, unlocking it at the same time, Abigail too late to stop it. She and her friend spun and hightailed it to Abby's house, laughing hysterically and slamming the front door behind them.

The next day started out normal. Logan was in biology five minutes before class began. Kenzie Faye flicked through her phone, Dennis laughed at absolutely nothing, Cyrus doodled in his notebook, and Jordan stared out the window.

And Evelyn...she was smirking as she read her book. From the cover, he could tell it was a collection of poetry from some person named Edna St. Vincent Millay. She was probably thinking about the Car Incident, but it was almost like there was something more to it...

Maybe he was being paranoid, but after Drew's delighted farewell ended with her hijacking his friend's car, he had the absolute right to be nervous.

Logan unzipped his black backpack and stuck his hand inside, feeling for his notebook only to grasp at empty air. Frowning, he plunged deeper and he landed wrist-deep in goop.

Sticky, disgusting-feeling goop.

"The hell?!" he said aloud.

Slowly, he brought his hand out, fearing what he'd see. It was covered in light pink yogurt — he could tell by the sweet scent of strawberry. His eyes went up to Evelyn, who was leering at him, the fluorescent lights glinting in her stony eyes.

Dennis's mouth dropped open, "What is that?!"

Hearing his outburst, Cyrus spun around. His wide brown eyes went to Logan's backpack, which had drops of yogurt near the opening.

Logan tore his bag open, and saw the dairy product pooled at the bottom, with all his things missing.

He slammed his fist (the clean one) on his desk, "EVELYN!"

To his satisfaction, Evelyn actually jumped. Only she composed herself so quickly he could've imagined it. "Hm?" she asked, face expressionless.

The door burst open and Mr. Huang swooped in. "Morning, class!" He glanced at the clock. "We'll start in two minutes. Just get your notebooks out while I find my printouts." He strode to his desk, taking no notice of Logan's rage, and shifted through his drawers, "By the way, someone left their backpack outside the classroom."

In a voice like cold velvet, Evelyn simpered, "I wonder whose."

Logan turned the bag at his feet over. It wasn't his, but very similar. He wondered how on earth Drew had managed to switch them up without him noticing.

Mood dampened, he trudged out the door.

The following days only got worse and worse.

On Friday Cyrus and Logan then opened their lockers to find them filled with jello, which had promptly fallen out and splattered on their shoes.

Thankfully they were flavourless, but you didn't mess with a person's shoes, however unintentional.

None of the later "pranks" were as drastic as the jello and torture car, but they were minor annoyances that definitely succeeded in aggravating them all.

Next week Drew had dropped a Ring Pop that'd been expired for a year right in front of Ben. Then he'd picked it up and ate it because he was an idiot. Logan had sat with him and rubbed his back while he'd thrown up into Mrs. Murph's trash can in front of the whole class.

Four days later, Logan found literal cobwebs in his locker, with live spiders crawling around his textbooks.

He'd nearly fainted on the spot.

And the next week, Abby had painted David's hair green without him noticing. Never had Logan seen him so panicked except perhaps during the I-thought-I-lost-my-keys episode, and it soon made sense because David said his viridescent hair wouldn't match his red car.

Ben found himself to be signed up to run for Student Council President after seeing his face on the bulletin and thought he was in a fever dream until Logan set the record straight with the school's Vice Principal.

And every single time, one of the girls was lurking around, seeing their reactions and smiling innocently.

In bio class, when he'd spat out salt water from his water bottle, it was probably the last straw. Floating in the plastic container was a little note that said,

Drew - 100     Logan - 0

The scores served to bring out his competitive side, and he finally decided this was the time to get the girls back in the stupid war they'd never explained the rules to.

At home, Logan dialled Cyrus's number, a wicked idea forming in his head. After all, no rules meant there was no boundary that they couldn't cross.