The Perfect Prank
Chapter I. Is Something's Fishy About This Job?
By: Sailor Angie

AN: Well, this is my newest fic after Love Is Blind, and I got such a good response from that one, I hope this one lives up to everyone's expectations. Well, I want you to bear with me for this chapter because once Serena is introduced everything will start to pick up. Well, read, review, and enjoy!

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Darien sat patiently outside the office. The walls were stark white and made him nervous. Of course he had nothing to be nervous about, but he felt anxious. The middle aged secretary rustled among her papers, and perked up when the phone rang. She nodded to the person on the other line and hung the receiver back on the hook.

She turned to Darien, "The dean will see you now." Darien got up and unlatched the door, took a deep breath and walked in.

The older woman with whom he was scheduled to meet greeted him with a smile, "Hello Darien."

He replied, "Hi mom."

"Won't you have a seat?" He took his mother up on the offer and sat across from her. She took a seat behind her desk and put some papers away while he examined her name plate which clearly read: Dean of Students Margaret Shields. It looked so odd to see his mothers name represented in such a way - "Your father tells me you dropped out of school without consulting either of us." His mother interrupted Darien's thoughts.

"I didn't drop out, I withdrew. There's a difference. You make it sound like I killed somebody." His mother's blue eyes stared through him, "I just don't know what I want to do with my life, and I didn't want to waste money while trying to figure it out."

She folded her arms, "What am I going to do with you?"

"Did you call me here just to scold me mom, because if so, I don't have time for it." Darien was clearly agitated.

"No, despite what Dad thinks, I just wanted to make sure you didn't stray too far." Darien rolled his eyes, "I want to offer you a job, so at least you'll be working if you're not at school." She sighed.

"What job could you possibly offer me?" Darien was skeptical.

"One of my RA's just quit at the residence halls, and I need someone to replace her." His mother adjusted her graying black hair.

"Do you really trust me that much?" Darien snickered.

"You're still dating Raye aren't you?"

"Yeah, but --"

"So why would it be a problem then? RA's are entitled to free room and board, and a 200 hundred dollar a week salary for you because you're not in school. I don't think that's a bad deal." His mother stood up, "Sign the papers Darien; it's only for a semester, and then Dad won't bug you about being unemployed." She pleaded. When she saw him try to rebut, she added, "And that PR stuff you do for your friends doesn't count." She eyed him.

"Where are the papers?" He gave in.

His mother fetched them out of a filing cabinet and handed them to Darien with a pen. He signed them and slid them across the desk, feeling for some odd reason as if he had signed his soul away to the devil. "I'd say you owe me, but I guess we can call it even."

"Oh don't be so moody." She shook her head, "You can move in as soon as you want; you know where the housing office is. They'll tell you everything you need to know."

"Thanks mom, tell Dad I said hi." He kissed his mother on the cheek and exited her office. He waved goodbye to his mother's secretary and regretted every letter he had inked onto the contract.

Deciding he should move in sooner rather than later, he called Raye to see if she would be up to helping him. He pulled out his cell and dialed her number.

It rang, she picked up. "Hello?"

"It's me, do you have a sec, or are you busy?" He walked briskly to his car, and opened the door to let the August heat out before entering.

"No, I'm on break, what do you need?"

"My mom offered me a job." He started the car up.

"Doing what?" Raye mused.

"A residence Assistant at one of her dorms."

Raye laughed, "You've got to be kidding me. You told her no right?"

"I took the job."

"DARIEN!" She was mad, "I don't want you living with a bunch of --"

"Raye, we both know nothing's gonna happen." He pulled out of the parking lot. "I need a job, I need the money, and I'm sick of fighting with my parents about what I'm gonna do with the rest of my life."

Raye sighed, "I suppose there's nothing I can do to change your mind." He didn't answer, "Fine, but I'm not happy about this."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, is that all you called about?"

"I wanted to know if you'd help me move in."

"What about Andrew and his apartment?"

"We have 3 other roommates, and I was planning on leaving before the semester starts anyway."

"Oh yeah, I was supposed to go over to Chad's, but I can reschedule."

"What were you going over to Chad's for?" Darien was curious.

"He wanted me to edit the first scene in that new movie screenplay he's writing for Andrew."

"He can come help if he's got nothing to do. Andrew's gonna come help, he just doesn't know it yet."

Raye laughed, "Alright, I'll have him come along what time is everything going down?" She questioned.

"Well, I'm heading over to the housing offices right now, so why don't we just meet at Andrew's at 5. We can go out to dinner after everything's in the room."

"Are you sure you're allowed to work there?" Raye inquired.

"Well, I'm gonna, so I guess so."

"Alright, I'll see you at 5. Bye sweetie."

"Bye Raye." Darien flipped his cell closed, and parked his car in front of the housing office. He wasn't sure if he still wanted to do this, but it was too late now.

Sensing his motion, the glass doors slid open and the cool air greeted him.

"How may I help you?" The receptionist smiled.

"I'm Darien Shields--"

"Oh, yes Mr. Shields, the dean called, we've been expecting you." She walked out from behind the counter. "Right this way." She allowed Darien to follow her, "First we'll have you talk to the head of housing, Ms. Johnson. She'll explain to you what your job entails, and what resources you have at hand. While you talk to her, I'll finish getting your paper work ready." They arrived at Lita Johnson's door, and the receptionist opened it. Darien stepped inside and the door was shut behind him.

Darien smiled, "Since when do you work for my mom?"

"Since she offered me the job about 6 months ago." Darien and Lita had grown up together and although Darien had no siblings, Lita was the oldest kid on the block as three years his senior and had treated him like her little brother. "It's good to see you again, how old are you now?" She swept her mahogany hair over her shoulder.

"22." Darien sat down.

"Wow, the time sure does fly." She opened a folder, "So your mom roped you into this I'm guessing."

"As always," Darien confirmed.

"Because you're coming in so late in the game, you're not going to be able to go through the proper training, but you were a councilor at that camp for a while weren't you?" She flipped through the papers in the folder.

"Yeah, I counseled at a summer camp for three years."

"Did you have training for it?" Darien nodded, "Good, good." She paged through the papers once more, "Well, this job is simple in theory."

"In theory?" He wondered aloud.

"In theory." She began, "You just make sure the residents are following the rules, that they are doing okay with roommates and school. You're there as a resource, a mediator, and a supervisor."

"So what's the problem?" He questioned.

"The problem is when the residents don't follow the rules, and action has to be taken." Darien looked uncomfortable. "Darien, we rarely have problems."

He shook his head, "I have a bad feeling about this."

"Don't worry." Lita comforted, "If you need help with the residents, whether they've broken a rule and you don't know what to do, or if a resident is having a problem you don't know how to solve; that's where I come in. All you need to do is pick up the phone and give me a call and I'll help you out." She shut the folder. "Any questions?"

"My mom said I could move in as soon as I wanted. Is tonight too soon?"

"Not at all. The residents will be arriving next week, so it will give you plenty of time to get familiar with the hall and the other RA's."

"Can I see my room?"

"Sure, let's go finish your paper work, and I'll have some one give you a tour." Lita escorted him back to the front desk. He signed a stack of papers while Lita called to have one of the RA's who had already moved in to show him around.

When he had finished signing, Lita handed him the key to his room. Amy will be down shortly. I'll talk to you later." Lita waved good bye. Darien smiled thinking perhaps this wouldn't be so bad.

"Mr. Shields?"

Darien turned around to find a petite girl with short hair that matched her aqua eyes. "Please, call me Darien."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Darien." The girl shook his hand, "I'm Amy Anderson, I'm the RA for the Residence hall next to yours. Are you ready for the tour?"

"Of course."

Amy led Darien outside and through the main courtyard. The main courtyard was very spacious and beautiful. In the center was a fountain that had water gently bubbling from it. There were a few picnic tables and benches. Eight separate halls surrounded the courtyard in an octagonal shape. Each house was 3 stories and housed about 60 residents.

Amy told Darien a brief history of the house names and the different activities each house participated in annually.

"So we've seen Gorham, Charter, Linden, Babcock, Langdon, Monroe, and Lathrop houses." They stood before the last building, "And this is yours, Princeton." Amy opened the door and walked Darien up to the 2nd floor and the door at the end of the hall. "The RA rooms are more than two times the size of the resident rooms, and lucky for you, have their own bathroom."

Darien laughed, "Well, thank you very much for the grand tour." Darien looked at his watch, it was almost noon.

"I have to get going," Amy beat him to it, "There's a residence directory next to your phone. So please don't hesitate to call me if you need anything or have any questions."

Darien thanked her again and watched her take her leave. Although she was quiet Darien thought she was very friendly as well.

Darien looked around his new home for the next five months. "Well, it's certainly larger than Andy's digs." He chuckled as he shut the door.

AN: What did you think? Was it totally boring? Why does everyone keep asking if Darien can handle this job? Will Amy make it to her destination on time? Will we meet anymore random people? When will Serena get here and start to shake things up? The answer to these questions and more in the next exciting chapter of The Perfect Prank!

Preview --- Chapter II. When Will Amy Learn To Shut Her Mouth? --- When Darien moves into his room he finds out that not only is he in way over his head, but he's gotten much more than he's bargained for.