Prank Gone Wrong Chapter 11

Prank Gone Wrong Chapter 11

The day after Connor left, Harper showed up.

She walked in wearing an outfit that cost more than my mom’s monthly rent. Red-soled heels clicked across the linoleum. Her whole vibe screamed Upper East Side charity gala, not public hospital ICU.

She took one look at me. Her nose wrinkled. Obvious disgust. Like I was a homeless person blocking the sidewalk.

“Eww. You look terrible.”

Zero remorse in her voice. Like she was critiquing a stained shirt.

She pulled up a chair. Crossed her legs with elegant precision. She even pulled a travel-sized hand sanitizer from her bag and rubbed it into her palms.

“Though you can’t really blame me entirely. You guys made it way too convincing.”

She shrugged. Like we were discussing the weather.

“I was genuinely terrified. My lawyer says it’s excessive self-defense triggered by acute trauma. Completely viable in court.”

She pulled out a checkbook. Tapped it with her pen.

“My father said we’ll cover all your out-of-pocket medical expenses. We can even set up a trust fund for you. Extra compensation.”

She leaned closer. Her perfume was so expensive it felt like an invasion in that sterile room.

“Be smart, Maya.”

“You agreed to this prank. You wanted Connor’s attention, didn’t you? Now it backfired. Someone has to foot the bill.”

She laughed. Cold. Her eyes swept over my bandaged face.

“Don’t think suing me will end well. Our legal team can drag this out until you graduate college. And…”

“Look at yourself. Even if Connor feels guilty now, you think he’ll look twice at some disfigured Frankenstein once he’s in college? Rushing a frat?”

The door slammed open.

David stood there. Phone in hand. Recording.

“Every word you just said is already in the cloud.”

His voice was a grizzly bear’s growl.

“Besides your little extortion speech, we’ve got the school’s CCTV footage. Every second of you beating Maya. Crystal clear.”

“Keep your check, Miss Sinclair. We’ll see you in front of a jury in district court.”

Harper’s polished mask flickered. Real fear leaked through.

She stood up. Tried to hold onto her dignity. Her voice wavered.

“Do whatever you want. My dad will bury you in legal fees.”

Before she left, she shot me a venomous glare.

I wasn’t afraid.

When a person loses everything, they become the most dangerous weapon.