Don't Ask Don't Tell

I was expecting two boys to be in my room, but....yeah thats not what happened. There were FIVE boys in the room and they were all looking at me. "soooo," blondie asked. "soooo I'm being forced to cheer in a tiny skirt," I grumbled. "Oh, I'm sure you look fine in a skirt," said some curly haired boy. Turning around swiftly, I pinned him to the wall. "Shut. Your. Face. I won't hesitate to rip your ball off." When I turned back around they all looked confused. "I said that swedish didn't I?" They nodded. I rolled my eyes and walked over to my side of the room. I subtly hid the USB Katy gave me in a drawer while grabbing an old notebook. The notebook had a picture of me and the rest of the rifle team on the front. (I compete) I always kept my averages and anything important in there. I don't know why I wanted it, I just did. "Why is everyone in that picture holding a gun?" said a voice above me. "Huh?" "Everyone has a gun and the same jacket on," said curls. "Ohhhh, well I compete," I said, trying to be vague. It was not his business. "Hmmm, what's your name?" Asked a brown haired boy. "Cara," he nodded. "Louis" "Niall," says blondie. "Zayn," say the dark haired boy. "Harry," says curly. "Liam," says a boy that has been standing quietly in the corner. I nodded at each of their names, though I didn't care. They were all wearing the football varsity jackets, so they must all be on the team. By their eyes, I'd say they've been smoking recently. Douches, that's what they are. Now if only they'd stop giving me the 'I'm gonna rape you look' then I'd be fine. Wait.....I wonder if they know I'm armed? Working as a spy is very fun.

Notes

Hope you liked this chapter. Tell me....Who do you ship Cara with? Carry Lara Zara Ciam Nara I think I need help with ship names....