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by HALLOWEENSAFETY

by HALLOWEENSAFETY

Y/n's Pov

ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴡᴀʀ

Rodrick and I found ourselves squeezed into one stall, trying to suppress our laughter and excitement. I sat on his lap, feeling a rush of nervousness and exhilaration from his whispered words. "If they weren't here, l'd fuck you," he murmured in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine and causing my cheeks to flush crimson.

Before I could respond, the bathroom door swung open, and Caitlyn's voice cut through the air. "Jonas! This is too cute. Could have done it in your bunk, but I guess this is kind of hot," she remarked teasingly. We heard another stall door open, indicating someone was picking up the note we had left.

Suddenly, we all coordinated perfectly, dropping the bucket on Caitlyn with a synchronized shout. "AHHHHHH!" she shrieked in surprise and indignation. Rodrick and I bolted out of the stall, followed closely by Ziggy and Nick, who locked the door behind us as we erupted into laughter, fleeing the scene together.
Back in the Science and Nature room, Rodrick locked the door securely, ensuring we were safe from any immediate repercussions. "Did you guys hear her?" Nick asked between laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"She sounded like a frog," Ziggy giggled, mimicking Caitlyn's earlier scream.

"Blehhhahh," I joined in, mockingly imitating
Caitlyn's panicked cry.

"What'd I tell ya?" Rodrick grinned, clearly pleased with our successful prank. "Fuck paint!" Ziggy exclaimed, throwing her hands up in excitement.

"Fuck paint," Nick echoed with a smirk.

"Yeah, fuck paint!" I cheered, feeling a rush of camaraderie and adrenaline.

"Fuck paint," Rodrick chimed in, laughing along with the rest of us.

We all turned to look at Nick, who was smiling warmly at Ziggy. "Who are you?" Ziggy playfully asked him.

"Nick Goode," he introduced himself, extending his hand towards Ziggy. "Nice to meet you," he added with a charming smile.

Ziggy placed her hand in his, returning the smile shyly. "Awh! You guys are so cute," I teased, nudging Rodrick playfully. They glanced at me, their eyes filled with mutual understanding and affection.

Rodrick pulled me gently away from the group, leading me down the hallway. As we walked, he reached for my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. The chaotic energy of the Color War and our prank still buzzed in the air around us, but in that moment, all I could focus on was the warmth of Rodrick's hand in mine, and the excitement of what might come next.