A/N: Hey people! Well for me it's 9:17pm so it's still Halloween! Oh, happy Halloween everyone! Haha. I decided to write this and just finished it tonight. Go easy on me. It's my first one-shot so I hope it's ok. Enjoy! And I can't wait to eat all that candy! Oh no. Major sugar rushes I can tell you that. Oh, and to my other readers, I have half of chapter 19 of Hate and War written! Well good night!

Trick-Or-Treat My Butt

Why am I cursed? Ok, that was a little blunt considering you just met me. God, you might think I was emo or something. Which I could never be. The haircut isn't a good look for me. My hair is more suited for being shaggy. Ok, this totally started out wrong. I'm Derek Hancock. Yeah, you can shut up already about my last name. I can hear the snickers from here. I've heard it all before.

I don't know how I got where I am right now but I sure know why. I guess you could say I have a big mouth. But it wasn't completely my fault. I blame my friend Christopher. But I'm not even going to mention him right now.

It all started earlier tonight which is Halloween. Me and my stupid mouth. But it all started with a dare. And that credit goes to Christopher.

"You want me to say WHAT?!" I yelled. I nearly choked on my soda.

"You heard me, but if you're too chicken…" Christopher replied with a smirk. The bastard.

"I'm so NOT a chicken. I'll do that."

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. I stood up and grabbed the bowl filled with candy. I opened the door to see a grinning bumble bee. She looked about nine or ten and I immediately felt bad for what was about to happen.

"Trick-or-treat!" she giggled.

"Hey there cutie. Aren't you adorable?" I grinned. She blushed a little.

"Thanks." I handed her a handful of candy and her smile widened if possible.

"You know, I have something else you might love," I smiled but felt terrible in the back of my mind for how I was about to scar this little girl.


"All you have to do is bend and suck."

Her face fell and I could see the worried look in her eyes. She screamed bloody murder and ran off. I felt horrible and gave Christopher a glare. He was on the floor laughing and I smacked him in the back of his head. He rubbed his head and ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

"Well, I just traumatized that girl for life."

Before he could respond, the doorbell rang again. I sighed and grabbed the candy before I opened the door. But I was not greeted with a happy face.

It was Lizzie Watkins. She goes to my school and oh yeah, she hates my guts. She had pin straight hair that changed color every month. This month it was dyed red and she had piercing blue eyes. She also had a tongue ring and I must say I had a thing for tongue rings. But I didn't like her or anything. She actually frightened me.

"You son of a bitch," she seethed.

"No. You're supposed to say 'trick-or-treat'. I'll close the door and you try again."

She stopped me.

"My sister came back in tears. You asked my ten year old sister to suck you're dick. You're lucky I don't call the cops. Mark my words Derek, I'll get you." With that, she flipped me off and left. I smirked. Little did I know what would happen. And I would have given anything for her to call the police than what she did to me. Hell, it would have been better than this.

But now I'm strapped to a street sign in a Speedo with a sign pointing to my nuts saying, "Trick-or-treat." Just frickin lovely.