Chasing Melania - No Mr. Alpha I do not want a Mate

Chapter Three: Melania's Revenge: A Poolside Prank

Melania’s Perspective:

As I watched the five guys heading for the pool, I couldn't help but smile at the guy I had winked at earlier. I mean, hello, they were seriously hot. I started to wonder if there were Greek gods living here, as rumors had suggested. But then, before I could finish my speculation, they all started staring at me with those devilish looks, like they were plotting something mischievous. And next thing I know, they're making these ridiculous cannonball jumps right next to me, almost hitting me in the process.

Then, out of nowhere, the other three Greek Gods follow suit, and it's like a testosterone-filled showdown. One guy is slapping the other, and I am just done with their pompous antics. Seriously, guys, get a clue. I'm not some trophy you can win.

So, to send a message, I started thinking about what those Jell-O bowls from the restaurant would look like on their heads. With a sassy swish of my hips, I start sauntering out of the water, making sure all eyes are on me as I enter the hotel.

I decided to take my sweet time, so they think I'd left, giving me the perfect opportunity to sneak back behind them while they're chattering away in the pool. I quickly grabbed a bowl of green Jell-O from the restaurant, and next thing you know - surprise! I dump the Jell-O right on top of them. Oh, the look on their faces - totally worth it.

I stood there, trying to hold back my laughter as I watched their shocked expressions. Maybe this will teach them a lesson, or at least give them a good laugh. I smirked and declared, "Consider yourselves taught!" But before I could revel in my small victory, the tall, sexy blond I had flirted with earlier effortlessly lifted me over his shoulder. I struggled, surprised by his strength, and called out for my friends and sisters, who came to my rescue. As I was finally released from the handsome stranger's hold, and flashed him a grin, he suddenly lost his smile and walked away.

When the girls burst in, I was already glued to a couple of comedies on the local networks. They all scurried off to the showers, chattering and giggling like a flock of mischievous monkeys. One of them collapsed onto the sofa with a hand dramatically placed over her heart, exclaiming, "I'm in love!" I couldn't help but blurt out, "Yeah, love at first sight with the pizza delivery guy, I bet." That earned me a cushion to the face from my friend, who accused me of being a fun-sucking pessimist.

Amid the commotion, I heard shuffling above us, but wait a second – this is the top floor! I hushed the girls and motioned for them to follow me out to the balcony. Peering through the wooden slats above, I spotted Mr. Tall, Blonde, and Sexy on the balcony above ours. The girls nearly gasped as they caught sight of him. I signaled for them to retreat inside and swiftly closed the sliding glass doors. "But how can there be a floor above ours if the elevator stops here?" I pondered aloud, my mind reeling. The girls dissolved into giggles, relishing the drama like they were back in high school. Alright, so we have just graduated, but seriously, could we please act our age?

I swear, I don't even know if I'm just hyper or if I've got some kind of short attention span, but there's gotta be some excuse for the constant whirlwind of pranks I pull. I mean, how many times have I ended up in detention because of my pranks? I'm an honor student, both academically and athletically, but for some reason, I just can't resist stirring up some trouble. Like that time, I rigged all the toilets in the school to flood at once. Yep, you can imagine the scent that wafted through the halls. But hey, it got us all sent home early, which was definitely my intention.

Then there was that fiasco at the mall when I got caught in the security cameras. I totally forgot they were everywhere. My parents were called, and I ended up with two whole weeks of detention at both school and home. But did that stop me from sneaking out to hit the party scene? Nope. I just waited until it got dark, then made a strategic exit through my window. You see, no punishment was gonna hold me back.

I practically had my own reserved seat in the principal's office at that point. Every time a new prank was pulled, they didn't even have to ask who did it. My name comes over the loudspeaker at least twice a week, if not more.

My sisters and friends always catch that devilish twinkle in my eyes. They know trouble is brewing. "Melania, don't do it. We want the guys to like us, not hate us," they'd warn. But with a mischievous chuckle, I'd reply, "Oh, come on. Let's have a little fun. You girls need to live a little. I'll be right back."

I was still in the restaurant when the latest batch of Jell-O was ready. This time, it was red. I couldn't help but laugh with anticipation. This was going to be so much fun. I bought a bowl of Jell-O, making my employees wonder if I had a secret love for the jiggly treat. As I strolled back to my office, I couldn't help but grin at the mischief about to unfold.

The girls gave me skeptical looks at the movie they were watching, shaking their heads. I couldn't resist. I swiped some popcorn from one of their hands and plopped down on my older sister's lap. She promptly pushed me off, and I dramatically clutched my heart, pouting.

As the night crept on, most of my sisters had dozed off, and the house was quiet. It was the perfect time to put my devious plan into action. I gathered the necessary supplies: a rope for making a pulley and another for climbing. With mischievous glee, I set up the Jell-O prank, rigging the saucepan and carefully hoisting it onto their balcony. With practiced skill, I scaled the double rope to their balcony, ready to execute my mission. I snickered at the chaos awaiting them.

Creating a contraption that would unleash a shower of red Jell-O on whoever opened the front door was my stroke of genius! As the self-proclaimed prankster queen, I carefully positioned the pan outside their door and then retreated back to my balcony, chuckling at the thought of the impending chaos. The next morning, as screams echoed from upstairs, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. But my sisters didn't find it quite as amusing.

I leisurely made my way to the balcony, anticipation building with every second as I awaited the commotion upstairs. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice — it was Brock, and he sounded furious. The door slamming, the profanities, and then the unexpected sight of him leaping onto my balcony, completely covered in red Jell-O. I struggled to contain my laughter as I greeted him with a casual “Good morning! Uh, did you know you have some red stuff on you?” I even threw in a coy bat of my eyelashes for good measure.

Brock glared at me, demanding to know if I was behind the Jell-O incident. Acting indignant, I slyly denied any involvement, pretending not to even know him. But before I knew it, he had me up against the wall, staring into his mesmerizing eyes. And then he kissed me! Caught off guard, I couldn’t resist kissing him back — until I suddenly realized that this wasn’t what I wanted. I pushed him away and scolded him, feigning anger and admonishing him for crossing a line. I made it clear that I never had boyfriends or kissed strangers I didn't even know, before retreating back into my suite, leaving Brock standing there in stunned silence. Watching him ascend the rope, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of bewilderment and triumph.

Brocks point of view – I couldn’t believe it, girls never, ever turned me down or looked at me in disgust. This was not over. I was going to get Melania to fall for me, and then I would dump her. My wolf chuckled, "Sure you will."

Heading into my bedroom, I picked out a cute sundress that hung just mid-thigh and slipped into a pair of beautiful Grecian sandals. As I met our mother in the restaurant for breakfast, we sat at a large table, laughing and giggling.

The girls were teasing me about the pranks I had been pulling, and Mother shook her head. "Melania, you need to grow up. You are going off to college in the next couple of months." I nodded, feeling someone's eyes burning through the back of my neck. Turning slightly, I saw Brock smirking at me.

Melania's Point of View-

What can he hear from my mother, I think not? Am I the only one with super hearing? Tune my ears into their conversation, and I hear him laughing about how I was getting in trouble for pranking them. Glaring at him as he laughed with his friends at the table, he then winked at me. I kept hearing my mother going on about how immature it is to pull pranks on people. I just need to pull one more. She does not get it, Brock smirked at me, and I swore to myself that he is so going down.