"eBay is pretty useless. I tried to look up lighters and all they had was 13,749 matches," I laughed, nervously as his hot breath fanned my face. His breathing was rough and he bore through me with his electric green eyes.
"I want to fucking kill you right here. Right now." he growled. He sounded like a werewolf. Imagine if he was a werewolf. Oh my god, what is he is a werewolf?
"Hey, Jackson, are you sure you're not a werewolf?" I asked, sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck.
He gave me a death glare. If looks could kill, my dad would be digging my grave by now. Okay, so now, I definitely know he's not a werewolf.
"Don't kill me! Please! I want to die when I'm a wrinkly old lady, thrashing little kids at the park with my walking stick, dying of laughter from a yo momma joke!"
Charlotte Ridgewood's life revolves around three things; pranks, pajamas and pretty bad puns.
And on April Fools Day, she's the master of it all. The pranks, the pajamas and the pretty bad puns. She expects it all. But what she doesn't expect is to slam a pie full of red food coloured yogurt and rotten cheese into the face Northview High's most notorious legend.
And he's out to get her. With pranks, pajamas and pretty bad puns.
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