𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

The moonlight shone over the grassy courtyard as the student counsellors stood before a mass of rowdy students.

"This next activity is called Capture The Flag!" A short, dark haired female counsellor announced. Upon finishing her statement, the rowdy crowd of students were now roaring with laughter and excitement. They all loved capture the flag. A second counsellor stepped in. She stood tall with her long, brunette hair and a pale complexion that seemed luminous in the moonlight. 

"Except we'll be playing with coloured sashes instead of flags, because we'd much rather spend millions of dollars on renovations to make up for the fact that we're too anal to invest $50 on a few flags for the PE department!!"

The counsellors sorted everyone into groups. Unfortunately, Toby, Holly and Henry were separated. A coloured sash was handed to one person from each team. 

Everyone got into position, and as soon as the whistle was blown, they all threw friendship out the window and turned into a pack of wild, ravenous animals. 

Not long into the game, almost all the boys had just dogpiled on top of one another in attempts to retrieve the flag. It was violently hilarious though. Henry kept himself out of trouble, and so did Toby. They were probably some of the only ones who weren't in the violent orgy that was the group of year 10 boys. 

Eventually, a bunch of girls dog piled onto one another as well, Holly excluded. She, like her male counterparts, was focused on retrieving a flag in a non violent way. What Holly didnt see, was two brothers walking up to the girls. Without warning, the two boys inserted themselves into the situation. The younger brother elbowed her in the face, causing  Holly to fall the ground. In pain, she looked up at him. "What the actual fuck?" She questioned furiously. Within a few seconds, you could hear a loud, masculine voice booming from across the oval. "Oi!" He screamed, running into view of the two boys. It was Toby. 

"What in the actual fuck do you two think you're doing huh? Hitting women?!" Toby was fuming. He marched up to the younger brother, wrapping his hands around his throat. "What makes you think it's okay to hit women, huh?" He huffed, pushing him against the exposed brick wall behind them. He looked over to Holly for a second, in a state of worry. He looked back to the boy. "You pull anything like this ever again, and I will fucking find you." He let go of the boy, shoving him to the ground. He looked to Holly again, and saw her holding her nose. A dark, crimson red liquid seemed to be cascading down her hand. 

Toby bolted over to her, keeling down beside her. "Oh my god. Holly! Are you okay?" Holly looked up at him, and responded calmly. "I'm fine, it's just a bloody nose." Toby demanded her to remove her hand away from her nose, but she refused. He called Henry over, who ripped off one of his sleeves, and handed it to Toby. "Listen, Holly. We can't help you if you don't move your hand." There was a moment of silence. Holly nodded, and moved her hand away from her nose, revealing her wound. Toby bunched up the sleeve, and held it to her nose, trying to stop the blood flow. "You're going to be okay." He reassured. "I've got you." The boys each grabbed an arm, helping Holly to her feet. They walked her into the dance studio, and sat her down on their sleeping bags. 

"Stay here with her." Toby spoke, worry evident in his voice. "I'm going to go and get her some flannels, and an ice block for her nose. 

Holly looked to Henry. "I'm fine! I don't need to be babied." She complained. "I'll prove it." She panted as she struggled to pull herself to her feet. 

"What are you doing, Holly?" Henry interrogated. 

Holly looked at him. "I'm proving that i'm fine!"

Henry rolled his eyes. Holly tried to play it cool, but she actually started to feel really dizzy. Her legs started to shake, and her stomach felt weird. Henry noticed her instability and wasted no time in grabbing her, and laying the both of them down as he held her. "You need to be careful." He scolded. "Next time, I might not be here to catch you." They spent the remainder of their alone time just laying together, Henry occasionally stroking her hair. Soon after, Holly fell asleep. 

Toby entered the dance studio again holding the flannels and ice block he'd promised. "How is she?" He asked. Henry shushed him. "You're going to wake her!" He reprimanded, pulling a piece of hair out of her face, revealing the fact that she was sleeping. Toby sucked his teeth. "Shit. Sorry." Toby walked over to blonde duo, sitting down in front of her. "She'll be fine, Toby." Henry reassured. "As she said, it's just a blood nose." 

Toby focused his attention on Henry. "I know, but for some reason, i'm still worried about her. The fact that a man could intentionally put his hands on a woman is so frustrating! I should've hit him!"

Henry locked eyes with Toby. "I know, it's frustrating for me too, but hitting him would've been a bad decision." He spoke, lowering his gaze and focusing on Holly, still stroking her hair. 

Toby lifted the still-wet towelette up to her face, wiping off the blood ever so gently, trying not to wake her up. "She can take my sleeping bag tonight. I don't want her sleeping on the cold floor." 

Henry nodded. "But where will you sleep?"

Toby shrugged. "I'll sleep next to you guys, I don't mind sleeping on the bare floor."

Henry looked at Toby once again. "Nah, take my sleeping bag. I'll just sleep here. I feel like if I move, I'll wake her up. She needs her sleep." 

The two boys agreed on that arrangement. Toby cleaned the last of Holly's blood before climbing into Henry's sleeping bag and drifting off to sleep.