The Prank

Another Flash Fiction Entry. This one won! :) I may eventually continue this story to see where it goes.
The Prank
Allie batted her long, black lashes and stuck out her lower lip in what she knew was an adorable pout. 

 “It doesn’t work anymore, Allie. God, I’m so sick of you thinking you can just bat those stupid eyelashes and everything gets fixed.” Jake fumed. Allie had crossed the line this time. It was one thing when the pranks were simply about embarrassing someone, but this time a girl died. Game over. 

 Allie pulled her lip back in. ¬“You were part of it all, too!” She snapped. “Besides, it was supposed to be fun. You weren’t supposed to let her fall. How could you, Jake?”

 “Oh, that’s classic. Of course it’s my fault because no one would believe that sweet little Allie is capable of this. If they only knew the real you, they’d lock you in a cell and throw away the key.”

 “Maybe they should,” Allie mumbled looking at the floor. The pranks were never supposed to go this far. She stared down at her best friend. Cece had been so scared, she didn’t watch where she was going and had tripped. Jake was supposed to catch her. It was his fault. If he had just caught her, they’d all be laughing about what a great prank it was. 

 “We have to call the police.” Jake’s words cut through her thoughts. 

 “We can’t.” Allie stuck her lower lip out again. 

 “Stop it!” Jake scolded. “We have to tell what happened.”

 “We’ll go to jail!”

 “Jail may be what we deserve.” Jake sighed and knelt next to Cece.

 “Let’s just go home. Please, we’ll forget this ever happened.”

 “I’m calling the police.” Jake pulled out his phone.

 Allie picked up the sword she had used to chase Cece. “Put the phone down or you’ll be sorry!”

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