My Worst Prank (or how I felt like I beat the cops)

My friend had a crush on this girl in high school, but he couldn’t talk to her. It was weird because he could talk to anyone. One day he came to school and this girl had suddenly started to talk to him and laugh at his jokes. It was ridiculous to see. So he came to me and bragged about how he had found out that she was into him and how he thought he might get lucky. All of this to the sound of me skeptical of how she can suddenly be into a guy like him.<br><br>I told my friend that it didn’t make sense and that she was trouble. He laughed about it and told me that she was easy in everything that she did. I was surprised. He acted like her being easy was something that I should consider an accomplishment of his. I went back to work in class.<br><br>At lunch my friend bragged some more over this girl, so I decided that I had to do something to see if my suspicions about her were right, and to get him back for bringing her up at every turn. So I wrote a love note to him, using the typical female cursive writing. It went something like this “Dear [Friend’s name], I love you. I can’t think about anything else but you. Please answer this note so I know that you like me. ~Jessica.” <br><br>I gave him the note during lunch, when she was there. He took it from me and immediately started talking with her. I walked away and sat in the courtyard. Twenty minutes later he came up to me and wanted to know who I gave his note to. I told him that I didn’t give him a note. He got angry and wanted to know who had given it to me to give to him. I said that I didn’t get any note. Then he asked me to read it. I told him no. <br><br>He went berserk and started waving the note in my face to read it. So I read it. I told him it was ridiculous that he couldn’t see that this girl was a freak who got fixated on one guy at a time. He got angry at me that she was a prude and that was why he liked her. We argued and he went back to sit with her.<br><br>The next day at school I never saw him. He was absent and I didn’t think much of it. I saw the girl though, and she didn’t look good. So in typical high school fashion, I went up to her and asked her what happened to my friend. She said that my friend got arrested. I didn’t believe her. She said that my friend found out that she had another boyfriend and that Warrant was in love with her. <br><br>She told me that Warrant was an underage, juvenile delinquent that went after boys she liked. That my friend was put in juvenile detention and that she had never seen Warrant beat anyone up that badly. It made no sense. Why would Warrant be in love with her? She was ugly and overweight, and not his type. I went home with more questions than answers.<br><br>The next day my friend was back. I asked what happened to him, and he said that he got beat up by this guy Warrant and was arrested. He said that Warrant went crazy. He pushed him into a fence and beat him in front of cops. He said that when the cops tried to arrest Warrant, he went crazy, and that he has never seen anything like that before. I asked if he was ok. He said that he was in pain and had to go to juvie for a week. He said that Warrant was also in a lot of pain and that he felt bad for him.<br><br>I asked why he felt bad for Warrant, and he said that he realized that he had made Warrant go crazy. I laughed. I couldn’t believe it. He was so smug a couple of days ago, and now he was scared. I told him it was his fault. He said no, that he should have listened to me when I told him that she was trouble. I told him that I told him so, but that he didn’t listen. <br><br>He got angry with me and said that he should have listened to me, but that he couldn’t do anything about it. I told him that he had been a jerk and that he should have listened to me. -then I thought about the note. Warrant probably thought my friend was this freak who was trying to steal Warrant’s girlfriend. I felt bad. I can’t believe that I did something so reckless and that it had hurt my friend.<br><br>He went back to class, and I couldn’t focus on my schoolwork at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had done and how much I had hurt my friend. I kept thinking that I needed to do something to fix it. So in class, I wrote another note. This time I wrote it exactly like the first one, but with my name on it, and I put it on my friends desk before he got there. (This was a trick that I had learned early on in middle school. We were in a split classroom. 2 classes were taught at the same time. I would set my books on a desk before class, and the teacher would pick them up and give them to me when I walked in the door.) <br><br>I was sure that this note would find its way to this girl Warrant was in love with. And it did. Because Warrant beat up my teacher. She also pressed charges and got Warrant put in juvenile detention. Worst part of it was that I felt like I had beat the cops at something. I had committed a crime and gotten away with it. Yeah, Warrant got in trouble, but he did that to himself. All I did was write a couple of notes. That was all it took to ruin two lives.