Bullseye

Chapter 11

When we opened the door, Nate was standing there about to knock. "There you guys are! We've been looking everywhere for you!!"

"We've been gone for an hour and you hadn't checked my room yet...?" I asked the moron in front of me.

"Ok so when I say everywhere I really mean in the lounge area and by looking I really mean at the TV, playing video games. But we really do need to get food now because we all have photoshoots for tour publicity later."

"Alright let's go get waffles." I said, excitement seeping from my tone.

"But-"

"I already tried to explain that it's noon, but she refuses to listen." Miles explained for me.

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"Oh good lord our waiter is HOT!" Shane whistled.

Being the only person who seems to care about this blatant disrespect, I took my spoon and sprayed whipped cream from my handy can into it. Yes I carry a can of whipped cream everywhere, accept it and move on.

"Kara, please tell me you plan to eat that." Shane said becoming uneasy, "Ka-"

He was instantly cut off due to the slap of fresh cream to his face.

A chorus of "Oh no she didn't" broke out from around the table from the various band members.

Shane angrily wiped the cream off his face and glared at me, "What the heck was that for?"

Ignoring his quetion, I threw a piece of waffle at his face, "I thought you might want some waffle for that whipped cream" I said giving him an evil and angry smirk.

"What did I do??"

"Stop treating girls like some play toy!! Whistling at a girl and calling her hot is not complimentary, it's insulting and disrespectful!" Normally I wouldn't care, but it is something about him and his reputation that combined with those type of comments really irks me.

"Fine. I'm sorry. Now will you stop throwing food at me??" He said completely not sincerely.

I glanced at the table silently signalling to the rest of the boys my maniacal plans.

"THREE, TWO, ONE!" On the count of one, all the boys and I threw the nearest piece of food at Shane.

"Oh it's on!" Shane said glaring at all of us.

"FOOD FIGHT!!" I screamed and began throwing food at everyone.

We had to not only pay for damage, but also help the restaurant clean up. But it was totally worth it.

"Well that was quite the bonding experience." Asher said as we left. We all let out a small chuckle.

"I can officially cross food fight off of my bucket list. The fact that it started by flinging cream into Shane's face was just an added bonus." I said with an evil grin.

"You shoulda seen your face! It was priceless!" Miles said with a full blown laugh.

"You ruined my shirt." Shane pouted.

"Oh suck it up, buttercup. I'll buy you a new one."

"Ok fine, that'll be fifty bucks."

"WHAT?!"

Lucky for me, it just rained. And you know what rain means ... Mud. MUAHAHAHA

"Yeah it's an expensive shirt. A guy like me has to stay fly."

The rest of the guys rolled their eyes then gave me a we-know-he's-ridiculous-but-deal-with-it look.

Sorry guys, I deal with things differently.

Miles saw what I was doing, but before he could say anything, I felt my hands reach into the wet, sticky mud and before it could slip through my fingers, I flung the piles of wet dirt at Shane.

Shane spun around, fire visible in his eyes. My glare was just as steady.

"What on Earth was that for?!?!"

"I'm teaching you a lesson. You don't wear a fifty dollar shirt in public because it will get ruined. By me. Plus only cocky players say fly when referring to themselves or their outfits."

Before I knew what was happening, I felt the cold mud against more than just my hands, it was all over my back. Shane fricken tackled me to the ground.

"Let the mud war begin." I mumbled so no one could hear it.

The three boys stood jaw dropped on the sidewalk waiting to see how I would react to Shane's unpredictable actions.

It was then that I noticed Shane and I were very close. Kissing close. Perfect. He noticed, too. He became very stiff and just continued to stare right into my eyes.

"Shane..." I said very quietly.

"Hmm"

"Come closer." I said even quieter

"W-what?" He said, eyes bugging out of their sockets.

"You heard me." I said very seductively. It was then that I reached for the back of his head and pulled him extremely close to me. Shane then closed his eyes and puckered his lips as he got dangerously close.

"KISS DIRT, SCUMBAG!" I screamed into his ear before I shoved him face first into the mud.

He pulled his face up and mud slowly dripped off, I must admit, I'm pretty afraid of his reacton.

"Oh that was so ... dirty!!" He yelled.

"Literally." I added with a cocky smirk.

It was then that we both cracked up laughing. It was a close call, a borderline suicide mission, but I'm glad Shane could see the humor in it.

Although, I am a little uncomfortable with the fact that Shane almost actually kissed me. It was probably just a in-the-moment thing. He wouldn't actually kiss me in normal circumstances. Right??

"Miles can you come here for a sec?" I innocently asked.

"Yeah sure what's up?"

"Not me. Think you can you help me up? I'm kinda lying on the floor here..."

"Oh right. Of course." He, being a gentleman, instinctively went to help me up, but as soon as our hands connected, he realized his fatal mistake.

Let's just say, Miles didn't help me up, I helped him down.

One thing led to the next and soon all of us were having a full-blown mud war.

Today has been a fun day. But tomorrow will be horrible publicity.

I really hope this won't end up in the press.

"We should probably get up and get cleaned before our photoshoot..." I said to the boys, to which I got a mud ball to the face.

I guess we will have to reschedule that photoshoot...