fright or flight || lyssa&&noah
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]  âWhat the ever loving f-â Lyssa rolled over, rubbing her eyes before she sat up. âJesus Christ, Izotiz! Turn it off! NOW!â Sheâd never been one to respond well to being woken by loud noises. Or being woken at all. Her philosophy was âIâll get up when I feel like getting up, and anyone who tries to rush me wonât live long enough to regret itâ, and her family respected that. After another moment of being assaulted by the piercing screech, she shot out of bed and picked up the clock on the bedside table, throwing it at the wall in an attempt to quiet the room. When it didnât work like she wanted it to, she stood over her roommateâs bed, ready to fight. But there was no one asleep there. âHmm, no Iz.â She thought for a moment, nodding. âI could get used to this.â The alarm slowly made way to words, instructions, so she sat back down, listening to what was being said. âHaunted house? How lame. I grew up with the god of the dead; Iâm already unimpressed,â she mumbled to herself. She figured, however, that there was a wonderful opportunity to use her upbringing to make things a little more....lively.Â
      Her usually âout thereâ wardrobe was perfect for this occasion, so she dressed quickly and headed out into the darkness. It didnât take her more than a few minutes to walk through what she thought was a decent amount of the school, giggling at what was supposed to terrify her. Eventually, she found a spot that looked like it was supposed to be a momentary reprieve from all the horror and scares. âPerfect,â she whispered, ducking down behind something that couldâve been a trashcan or maybe a makeshift hiding spot made up of a filing cabinet or something, and waited to see who would come along that she could mess with.Â
       She was about to give up, walk off and finish this lame task, when she heard footsteps. Luckily, it was dark enough for her to get away with crawling out from her spot to see who was coming. Noah. Poor, sweet Noah who had no idea what was coming. She almost hoped he wouldnât fall for the trick she had up her sleeve. Not to mention that she definitely hoped he wouldnât dislike her for it; she thought he was awfully cute and scaring the crap out of him probably wasnât the best way to flirt. But she wasnât one to back out of an idea just because it could get her in a little trouble. He was finally within earshot and it was time for her to put her plan into action. The best way to scare someone was to lure them close enough and pop out when they were least expecting it, so thatâs exactly what she was going to do. She did what she could to imitate a stereotypical ghost, calling out his name just loud enough that he would hear. It didnât take all too long to draw him close enough to jump out and scream in an attempt to get him to jump. Laughing, she moved back toward the center of the room. âDid I get you? Please tell me I scared you at least a little.â