Human

Chapter 6:


As everyone cleared out of Casper's room we suited up. She tossed me a large Nerf Elite gun equipped with a 25 bullet attachment piece, and a carrying strap. "Oh and just in case you drop this one or it gets jammed, take this." Casper strapped a Nerf pistol around my thigh.

"Wow, you guys really take this seriously." I muttered as Casper pulled out an even bigger gun for herself.
"Yeah, it's great practice."

"Practice for what?"

Casper stopped in her tracks. "Just for your aim in the paint fight, and hiding for hide-and-go-seek."

I gave her a disapproving look but continued to load my guns. They honestly are crazy, like here I am, in my swim suit, covered in fake guns, and a sash of bullets around me 'just in case'. Like is this what they do for fun?

"Casper?"

"Yeah."

"What do you do if you get shot?"

"You have to make your way to their base and surrender a piece of your equipment. So don't get shot." Casper stressed and dragged me out of the room the the elevator. "Peyton and the others are already down there getting ready, so as soon as we step out of this elevator, none of the boys are your friends, game faces on."

I literally almost started laughing. It's so serious to them.

"Looks like the queen and her bitch have arrived." Louis snickered for all of us here.

That set me off. "Don't even get me started, we don't want a replay of this morning do we?" I pushed through the crowd of girls to face him.

"That was hilarious." Niall laughed under his breathe.

Louis made a disgusted face and turned to Niall. "Did I ask you?" Niall stopped his laughter and tried to act serious. "Now listen here you little—"

"Aye, shut it Peter Pan!" Casper pushed between us. "Everybody should already know the rules, so let's get the show on the road! The game begins in four minutes, once you are hit, you're out. After one hour if the game is still going, it's sudden death."

"Yeah yeah, we get it." Louis muttered.

"Calm down sassy."

"Let's go then!" Casper shouted and everybody took off.

"Hurry up Paris! Let's go!" Casper dragged me to the stairwell. "We are going to the third floor, you lead the way and I'll watch your back. Once we near the door let me go first."

"Okay. Quick question, are there any out of bounds?" I whispered like Casper did before.

"No! Are there any out of bounds in life?" She raised her voice.

"Sorry." I raised my eyebrows.

We remained silent for the rest if the trip until it was time to switch positions. "Alright, the coast is clear. As soon as I open this door we are going to run straight, right into room 18, Bailey's room. Once there I will explain the next step." Casper counted to three and swung the door wide open.

Casper ran ahead to the other room, me following ten feet behind. Just as we reached the room, the door creaked open. I took a step back while Casper opened the door more.

I ran back just for a split second when I heard. "Gottcha Casper! You're out!" Jack appeared from the other side of the door.

I literally slammed the stairwell door shut before they could notice I had been with Casper. I could hear voices two floors above me. So I ran, sprinted down, past the main floor to the basement. The stairs lead to one open room with more stairs at the opposite end. Next to the stairs was a dark hallway, with a singular, flickering, light. I heard the voices again from above so I ran. Down the dark hallway and into another dimly lit room. This one however had all sorts of tables and chairs. Maybe the kitchen?

In the back of what looked to be the cafeteria a light flicked on. The sound of fallen pots and pans echoed through the empty room. Whoever the person was must have been in a hurry, because they cursed and hastily put the away.

You've got to get someone out. My conscious reminded me.

I took a deep breathe and aimed my gun right at the person, foreign a bullet at the back of their head.
"What the fuck?" The voice boomed and spun around.

I quickly made a run for it, rounding the corner back towards the stairs. I took a quick peek behind me to see if the person was following me. In that split second, I ran right into a table, flipping over and unexpectedly landing on my feet.

The person stopped, and so did I. We just stood there, unable to see one another. I definitely was not ready to be humiliated by Louis if I didn't shoot anyone. With the laughs playing through my mind I flicked the light of my gun on and aimed it at the person. Before the person could react I shot a bullet. Hitting him right above the heart.

"What that fuck are you doing?" His harsh voice sounded familiar.

"Harry?" I lowered my gun.

"What are you? Fucking insane?" He spat out.

"I-I was just playing the game. I-I have to prove to Louis that I'm not the whinny bitch here."

That got a little chuckle out of him. "So that means you can shoot me with the shitty little Nerf gun while I'm trying to make a sandwich?" His voice grew with anger.

"Funny, I didn't know making a sandwich requires pots and pans." I smirked.

"What did you say?" He took a step closer.

"Nothing, I'm sorry." I put my hands up in surrender.

"Why the fuck are you in a swimsuit?" His eyes raked up and down my body.

"It's part of the game. We need them for the next round."

"Who's shitty idea was it to run around like that and shoot each other with fake guns?"

"Caspers. Everybody likes a good competition." In the distance I could hear a bell go off. "I've got to go, apparently I'm the only one left and next round is the paint fight." I started up the stairs.
"There is going to be a fucking paint fight in my building!" He shouted and chased after me but I was already to far up the stairs.

It took minute to reach the top floor and round the corner leading into the lobby. When I took a step in nobody was there. Oh shit. In a matter of three seconds I had three guys, with guns aimed at me, surronding each exit.

Louis spoke first, "Well look who is going to be the first bitch out."

"Caspers out." I muttered.

"No she not. You didn't bother to stick around to see they had both missed eachother. You were a scared pussy and bolted." Louis laughed.

I rolled my eyes and thought of a way out of this. My brothers and I used to play Nerf all he time, and I would always learn their moves. Perks for being the only girl in the neighborhood.

And then I got it. When you get shot you have to sacrifice on item to the other team. With that on mind I turned to Louis. "My tribute to you." His face lit up when he saw me removing my sash of bullets. With the worst aim ever, I aimed behind one of the counters next to him. "Sorry, I'm just a bitch who can't throw, remember?" I smirked.

He smiled and bent down to pick them up. At the same time I threw both pieces of my gun, that I had subconsciously broken apart, at the two guys ducking behind different counters. Out of nature instincts they ducked for cover.

In those four seconds where I had no gun aimed at me I ran. I sprinted back out the way I came, this time up the stairwell. I could hear Louis and the boys shouting and calling after me. Like something out of a movie right? But I guess this is normal to them, because this is great practice.

"Easten, Jay, hurry up those fat asses of yours! She's getting away!" Louis shouted and ran up the stairs behind them.

"Idiot." I muttered and shot all of them.

"What the hell?" They all looked around to see who shot them.

"And you guys thought you were so smart." I laughed from my perched spot on a platform above the door frame.

"How the fuck did you get up there?" Jay looked utterly confused.

"Never question a women. Now get you asses moving, time to prove everyone who the really bitch is." I hopped down and dragged them through the door.

When we returned to the lobby everyone sat guns in a pile. Girls on one side and guys on the other. All of them sat facing me.

"Did I miss something here?" I looked around.

"Who was shot?" Some random guy asked.

"All three of them." I shrugged like it was no bit deal.

"They didn't shoot you?" Casper like completely surprised.

"Yeah, why do you all look surprised?"

"Cause they set you up." Harry appeared in the doorway. "They had this planned, wanted to see if you were game. I saw them watching from the video room. They all thought you would surely loose."

"Why did you throw your fucking bullets? If they got ahold of them they would have defiantly shot you!" Bailey sneered like it was a completely fool.

That bitch did not just sass me out. "That's where you're wrong. I'm the only one with the old version of the guns. All of you have the new and improved guns, so even if they got my guns or bullets they wouldn't work with you. Only my bullets work for my guns."

"Damn." Niall murmured.

"I thought you guys would know that cause you know this is 'great practice'." I mocked their words with air quotes.

"Well shit, I underestimated you. " Niall got up and put his arm on my shoulder.

"Alrighty then, let's um, move on to the paint fight." Casper spoke up and pushed he people towards the door.

Harry was no longer here to protest so I followed the cowd down the stairs, Niall on my shoulder and all. But I couldn't help but notice Casper, Louis, Zayn, and Jay all behind us talking rapidly about something.
"Don't listen to them, they're just surprised." Niall whispered in my ear.

I sighed. "Was I really predicted to suck that much?"

"No. But nobody ever beats Louis."

"He already hates me, I bet that really boosted our friendship." I joked.

Niall burst out laughing. Well at least he found it funny.

"Good luck now. Louis and paint... Wish you the best of luck." Niall ruffled my hair and ran to his side.

"Alright Paris. This round is all about fun! Just try to get someone covered in paint. By the time we are done here, this room should be covered in a nice layer of paint. And don't me scared to get paint in the pool." Casper dragged me to our side.

So basically it's like a game of tag and dodgeball with a pool at one side. Look out bitches, here comes Paris.

Within the first few minutes of the game everyone had a little bit of paint somewhere on them. But now, an hour into it. Everyone was colored, head to toe, in various colors of paint. And it wasn't a competition anymore, it was just a fun activity.

Casper and Zayn were making out in the corner, their red and blue lips creating a light purple. Louis and some girl were havering a free-for-all, so I was safe. Niall was flirting up a story with some cute brunette with only one tattoo. Jack and Finn were playing some game with Easten and Jay. Liam was with some friend. Peyton was getting all up close and personal with a new guy. Bailey was occupied by some rugged looking dirtbag. And I was just sitting there, watching everyone else have fun. Even people I don't know looked like they were having the time of their life.

Everyone was so busy they didn't even notice Harry storm right in. From the looks on his face, he was furious. Absolutely fuming with anger.

"What the fucking bloody hell is going on?" He shouted. Bearly audible with all the voices and loud music.
"Exactly what I told you about earlier." I stood up to great him.

"Who he fuck asked you?" He spit.

"You did actually. And it couldn't kill you to be a little nicer."

"Nicer? Yeah, just let me fucking row paint at your walls and then expect you to be all happy-go-lucky. You'd probably wilt in your room from all the tears. Just like the little whinny bitch everybody keeps reminding you that you are." It surprising how rude he actually is.

"Excuse me, but if I'm such a whinny ass bitch, why did I kick everyone else's ass in a Nerf war? And then why would I be here covered in paint?" I tried to stand my ground while on the inside I was braking.

"Whoa, you're so tough!" He exaggerated. "You can win a Nerf game and throw a paint balloon. I'm so scared." Harry put his hands up to shield himself.

"I fucking hate you!" I shouted and threw the balloon I had in my hand at him and stormed away towards the door.

"Hey, Paris, wait!" Harry burst out the doors behind me.

"What the hell do you want?" I shouted but not cried.

"Go ahead and do whatever you want but please don't tell anyone that we all live here." Harry pleaded.

"Why not? I might just do that because I'm 'such a whinny bitch.' I've got to live up to my standards don't I?" I stood with my arms crossed.

"Look, I'm sorry about that. I just lost my temper and spoke what was on my mind." Harry voice turned soft.

"Oh, so you were still thinking it."

"That's not what I meant. I wasn't thinking, when I mad I speak things that I don't mean and I can't stop it."

"So what, you're just gonna say this all, hoping I'll believe it and not go and blab about your little estate here?"

"No. I'm hoping I've said enought to make you stay." Harry's lips were pursed in a straight line.

"Why? So you can terrorize me even more? Or be the bud of your jokes?"

"Look, I'm sorry Paris. I didn't mean any of that. I just needed to vent something's out and you were the first person in sight." Harry actually looked the part.

"So what do you want me to do?" I ran my painted hands through my rainbow hair.

"I want you to go back in there and enjoys he rest of your night. I won't bother you anymore." Harry's head was now facing the floor.

I sighed and started walking back towards him. His face lifted when he noticed my presence. But I didn't stop at him, I kept walking until I reached the pool doors. I tugged the handle finding them locked.

"Harry, the doors are locked." I shut my eyes trying to calm myself.

"I have keys in my room. I'll go get them, you can come if you want." His voice was hushed.

What else could I do?

I agreed to follow Harry but from a large distance. Like what was my other option? Sit outside the door, and wait, while everyone inside has having so much fun.

"This should only take a minute, my room is just around the corner." Harry murmured under his breathe. I nodded and followed him, believe it or not, around the corner to Harry's door. "Told you it was right here." He grinned and opened the door. Much to my surprise, his room was clean and neat. Everything was organized and in place. "My mom always taught me to have a clean room. Cleaning clears he mind." He smiled with the mention of his mother.

"She sounds like a nice lady."

"Oh she was. One of the most hard working and loving women ever. I absolutely love her to pieces." Harry gather a key from a labeled bucket on a shelf.

We left the room and let our selfs into the pool. It seemed as if we never left, everyone was exactly where they were before. Nothing had changed. Looking at Harry staring in his freshly painted walls was quite intertwining really. You could see him getting overwhelmed and upset, but he was trying his best to contain it.

I smiled, I know exactly what he needs.

Picking up a lime green balloon I threw it at the small of his back, watching it burst and splatter paint all over Harry's white t-shirt. He slowly turned around giving me a death glare. In which I returned with a sheepish smile and another balloon to the chest. The look on his face was priceless, I just couldn't help but giggle.

"Oh, you think this is funny you little bit-" Harry grew in anger and started clenching and uncle notching his fists to calm himself.

"Don't be a dick. And you complelty deserve that from being so ride to me." I smirked and threw a light blue balloon at him.

The balloon had caught him a little off guard causing him to stumble back into somebody. Harry just grabbed their balloon without apologizing and chucked it right at me, hitting me right between the eyes.

Harry just laughed in my face. "You deserved that one!" He teased and continued to pelt me balloon after balloon.

Soon after, we were in a full on paint fight. We each gathered as many balloons as we could and chased eachother around. Popping them on each others heads, jumping into colorful piggy backs, rubbing paint on each other, and tickling. Getting us completely colored, Harry clothes and all. I pretty sure everyone else snapped out of whatever they were doing before and were watching us now. Or at least they were after I had pushed Harry into the pool.

It was by accident of course. Just an intense balloon popping and one thing lead into another and he slipped, ending him in the pool. Everyone now gave me a dead glare.

"You're gonna pay for that one Paris!" Harry called send pointed me out as he resurfaced.

It took but all thirty seconds before he lunged out of the shallow end, engulfing me in his large arms, and dragging me back with him into the water. Now everyone was defenitly watching the two of us. Everyone had been avoiding the pool all night, and here you have the new girl, completly covered in paint, along with Harry, throwing each other in the clear water. That surely must have been a sight.

With all eyes on me, and not in a good way, I ducked back under the water and swam towards the stairs. But before I could even take one step in Casper plunged into the chilled water. Following closely behind, Zayn dove in after her. Moments later Niall cannon balled in. Next thing you know, everyone is in the water, splashing around.

I raised my eyebrow at Harry, looking for his reaction to all this. He juts shrugged and pulled me back towards him in the water. All in all it was just Harry and I splashing around and the rest was just a blur. Somewhere along the line we were involved in a chicken fight. Casper and I versus Zayn and Harry. Next to chanllenge, Niall and Harry, with Liam and Louis following. And let me tell you, Liam is completely fair, and competitive, while Louis is cheap and wants nothing but a victory. However, that being said, it was absolutely hilariou an sad at the same time, when we were declared victorious, yet again. But it was even more funny when Casper pointed out Bailey and a few other guys trying to start there own chicken wars. Within the first round Bailey's top was nearly completly off. And she was doing nothing to fix that problem. Slut, what?

Was that me who said that? Whoops, my bad.

Although it was very disturbing, it was also funny to see her bounce around as if she had no idea. Like c'mon, the guy was practically feeling her up right then and there, I front of everybody!

But sadly, all things must come to an end. With the clock striking three in the morning, it was time for everyone to get up it bed before breakfast at nine. Casper and I were nearly dragged up to our rooms by Niall and Zayn. Harry had disappeared for last bit of the night, preventing me form giving him a hard time and a good bye.

"God, we haven't done anything like that since we were like ten!" Niall cheered as we made our way to their rooms.

"We?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Harry and I. Thanks again for pushing him in the pool, he needed something like that." Niall teased.

"No problem." I smirked and waved good bye to him and Zayn as Casper and I headed up the stairs to our rooms.

"God, I'm exhausted. Thank you so much for coming!" Casper panted up the stairs.

"Me too, it was my pleasure." I smiled.

"No. Really though, I would never have been able to make them do this without your presence. " Casper wrapped her arm around my shoulders.

"I think you could have worked something out." We just made it up to Caspers floor after climbing seven flights of steps.

"Whatever" Casper panted, completely out of breathe.

"I'm so tired." I practically threw myself onto her couch.

"Dot sleep there." She directed and carried herself up the stairs to the little loft.

"Why not?" I whined.

"I always leave my door unlocked, just I case a roommate is loud,mor someone gets in a fight. They will always have a couch to sleep on."

"Smart." I grinned at how thoughtful she was.

"We can just share my bed for tonight, I really don't want to uncover the guest bed from under all my gear." She swung her bedroom door open.

We both sighed and literally jumped between her covers. Luckily she had a king size bed so sharing shouldn't be a problem. As soon as I was engulfed in her huge ass covers my body was like a campfire, warm and cozy.

"They really like you." Casper muttered from her side of the bed. "Well most of them do."

"Yeah I'm sure they do." I sarcastically remarked.

"For real. Nobody ever lets someone join us, I don't know why they all are now. Maybe it's because your hot. Like it really would throw me through a loop if bailey actually turned out to be lesbian." Casper laughed.

I pictured that in my mind for a minute and couldn't help but laugh along with Casper. They really would be a plot twist.

"Look outside." I smiled out the window, directing Casper to do the same. "You are so lucky, this is absolutely stunning!" All the lights of the city were flashing brightly.

"There's a price for everything, however, this one is priceless." Casper murmured as she drifted off to sleep.

"Good night." I whispered to myself and slipped into a dream.

Notes

Sorry about my little fib or lie before. Something glitches in the website and it wouldn't let me post anything. I might MIGHT, double update tonight, but we will see. No promises!

So... The story of my life.

I'm pretty good friends with the hottie of my school. He's not one of those populars, no. He's one of the kind of try-hard, sporty, cute, god-loving, funny type. (Fun fact: he has an identical twin) Anyway, so he gets like thirty questions on his ask.fm everyday, from everybody. Cause everyone, even those girls who are stuck up, want him. So someone made a really rude and disturbing comment about me on there, asking why we talk. And he defending saying that I'm not not ugly, I'm beautiful . No girl is ugly, and there were just jelly. So that of course made like ten questions of 'awww... You two are so cute <3' b now it's kind of awkward between us because we both tell people we are just friends, and we are, but nobody believes us.

And we also made this friendly bet about sports in gym and now people are making rumors about it.

Awkward.
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(I added the pic of last chapters outfit if you wan tot check it out.)