Chapter 16

Troublemaker. Noun. A person who is prone to causing trouble or troubles, particularly through persuading others to violate authorities.
Predator: Kevin White is a real person.
Prey: Amanda Thomas is the one who started it all.
Objective: Makeover in Zach's automobile.
I saunter down the stairwell on my tiptoes. I fist bump the air and conduct a victory dance when I reach the last step. You know how in movies, when actors are trying to be silent, they knock stuff over? That's what happens to me every time I slip away. This time, though, I didn't anticipate to collide with the small table and nearly topple a vase. I bite my lower lip hard to prevent the cry that is ready to erupt, instantly stabilizing it. I rush across the lounge, sighing with relief and taking a quick look around. I had stayed at the Valentines' apartment since Kelvin lives nearby and it would be easy to catch up with him.
Kelvin and his pal Caleb have apparently been playing practical jokes on each other for years, but now it's Kelvin's time. Last night, he wished to help him, and I immediately accepted. Of course, such an event necessitates thorough concealment. I'm dressed entirely in black, plus my dark hair is a huge advantage. I stoop and quietly jog across the driveway after softly closing the door behind me. I crawl at the back the wall once I slip past the entrance and bowl someone over, observing a light come on in one of the bedrooms. I start pounding the body as I scramble back, a whisper-scream leaving me.
"Stop it, lady!" It's me, Kelvin!" The lad grabs my arms and shoves me back. "You frightened the living daylights out of me!" As he lifts me up, I take a deep breath. He takes a look at me and smiles as he leads me down the path. "Do you have it?" "Sure." 'This is it.' I pat the bag on my shoulders with a smile. As we crossed the road, he chuckles and turns, his hand clutching mine. I examine his attire, which is entirely black, much as mine. I'm wearing skinny jeans, converse, and a t shirt with my sweatshirt buttoned up, whereas he's wearing a t-shirt, sweatpants, and trainers. I leaped over a wall and sprint through the fields, Kelvin in front of me. When we reached the tree line, he extended his hand, and I take it, panting at the flash of agony from my wrist as I pant. The wounds from those men who threw me in the cells are still mending. I re-tuck my hood and massaged my wrist in an attempt to relieve the discomfort. Kelvin returns my anxiety and I give him a reassuring nod. He leads me into the woods; I'm not sure how he sees through the darkness; without him, I'd be lost in no time.
We quickly make our way to the opposite side of town, which is close to the river. We finally arrive in a decent-looking area after what feels like an eternity. There are two-story houses with brown picket fences and all of that jazz all over the place. When we come to a standstill in front of home number twenty-three, Kelvin snickers. There stands Zach's unspoiled automobile, oblivious to what is about to happen to it.
We make our way there stealthily, keeping an eye out for any movement or light. We start working on our masterpiece when there isn't any. I take the colorful sticky notes and a few permanent markers out of my bag and toss some to Kelvin just before opening the pack open and putting them one by one on the chilly metal. A seperate color for each car component. We labor in quiet, only bursting out in brief spurts of laughing at the absurdity of the scenario. We're giving his favorite automobile a temporary facelift while he's undoubtedly fast asleep in bed.
Eventually, we finish and meet up at the front of the car. I look at Kelvin in confusion when he pulls something out of his pocket and sticks it under the windscreen wipers. He winks, showing me what exactly he's doing making me grin maniacally. Zach is going to see rainbows if he turns them on.
I step back and take out my phone, capturing the car in all its colorful glory before catching up with Kelvin who is headed back to the start of the neighborhood. We're like giddy teenagers as we laugh and talk to each other about how tomorrow morning will turn out.We eventually got towards the front of the car and meet up. When Kelvin takes something from his pocket and places it beneath the windscreen wipers, I am perplexed. He winks, demonstrating what he's doing and makes me laugh maniacally. If Zach switches them on, he will see rainbows. I take a step back and pull out my phone, snapping the automobile in all its vibrant beauty before meeting up with Kelvin, who is returning to the neighborhood's beginning. We're laughing and talking to each other like enthusiastic teens about just how daybreak tomorrow will go.
Kelvin, on the other hand, chooses a different path this time, and I'm greeted with the usual woods, gloomy and frightening. He tugs me along nevertheless, oblivious to the fact that I'm panicking inside. I recall these woods leading to area where Gabriel lives, but I'm not sure why no one assaults us like they had done to me. We're making our way down the edge of the property, and Kelvin claims to have night vision, so we're halfway through the thicket when a person appears in front of us. My piercing cry reverberates through the peaceful night, sliding near to Kelvin as he raises his flashlight slowly.
"What on earth are you doing?" I hit his back, screaming, "Just point it towards the face!" Before aiming the beam up, he strikes my arm. Whenever I see a familiar figure, I sigh with relief and stagger forward, my palm clasped to my heart. "Gabriel?" says the narrator. I take a deep breath and step forward to face Kelvin, who has grown abnormally silent. "Shouldn't I be questioning you on that?" "What are you doing here so late?" You're the one who's invading my property. ' He walks up to where I'm standing and answers gruffly. "Kelvin."
They each give each other a nod, but I'm focused exclusively on him. I screamed at my brains to stop making me feel this way about him because his tone leaves me feeling all excited inside. With such attractive looks, he could have any lady he wants. What makes you think he'd be attracted to me? I smirk as I maintain my position, whispering, "You did not want me to go the previous time I was here." He takes a step near to me, his body towering above me as he gazes down with dark eyes at me. Something between us sizzles like flames on an open fire. "Estarías en mi casa si me saliera con la mía. Aquí es donde usted pertenece." He speaks in hushed tones in a foreign tongue. (You'd be at my house if I had my way.  This is where you belong.) "It's fantastic; could you repeat that in English?" I huff, eager to hear what he had to say. When his arm moves to my cheek, my breath catches in my throat, so I let it go out in dismay when he shakes his head and takes a step back. We stood there after what seemed like hours, caught in each other's gazes, until a loud, annoying cough jolts us both awake, and I take a few steps back. Kelvin glances at us both puzzled, but immediately he detects my stare, he flutters his brows in a taunting fashion.