How I survived in an all boys glade

Chapter Twenty-eight

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"NEWT! HELP!" I scream, running towards him, desperately hiding behind him. He looks at me, confused. "Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?" he asks, but before I can explain myself, I hear Minho shouting from the showers.

"MY HAIR?!"

I slowly step out from behind Newt, trying to act as innocent as possible. "Oh! Hey, Minho," I say, smiling awkwardly. Minho's angry expression only grows more intense. "You put red hair dye in my shampoo?!" he demands, pointing an accusing finger at me.

"To be fair," I try to reason with him, "now your hair matches your mood." I laugh nervously, but Minho just glares at me, his eyes burning with irritation. I can't help but chuckle again, earning another pointed glare.

"Hey, Minho, I dig the hair!" Theo laughs, walking past us. His comment only seems to fuel Minho's anger more.

"Run!" Newt suddenly whispers, and without thinking, I bolt away. Minho starts chasing me immediately, yelling after me, "Oh, you are not getting off easy with this one!"

I can hear Newt, Theo, and the others laughing behind me as I make my way toward the deadheads. The sound of Minho's footsteps pounding behind me only spurs me to run faster, laughing and screaming as I go.

Eventually, Minho slows down, breathing heavily, and I stop running, trying to catch my breath while still laughing. "You are so dead," Minho says through gritted teeth. Before I know it, he takes off after me again, catching me off guard, and within seconds, he has me pinned to the ground. He sits on top of me, holding my hands above my head, but I can see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"To be fair," I try to reason, still laughing, "I thought it was Theo's shampoo!" Minho just shakes his head, and to my surprise, he releases my wrists. I let out a small sigh of relief, thinking he's going to let me go, but instead, he starts tickling me. I burst into laughter, unable to hold it back.

"Stop! Stop! Please!" I beg, still giggling uncontrollably, but Minho just laughs along with me as he continues to tickle me mercilessly.

"Minho!" I yell between bursts of laughter, pushing against his chest in an attempt to escape, but he's relentless.

"I'm sorry!" I finally say, gasping for breath between my giggles. "You better be," he says, though his smile betrays the fact that he's not really angry anymore.

Just as I think I've had enough, I feel someone pulling Minho off me. I look up to see Newt standing there, a mischievous smile on his face. "I think she's had enough, Minho," Newt says, holding back his own laughter.

Minho stops tickling me and gets off, offering me a hand to help me up.

"But you do realize I'm going to have to get you back for this, right?" he says with a devilish smirk. I laugh nervously, realizing this prank war is far from over.

"And you owe me a new shampoo," Minho adds, still grinning.

"Deal," I say, smiling back at him.

From that day on, Minho and I were locked in a never-ending prank war, constantly trying to one-up each other. It became our thing—getting the best of each other in creative, ridiculous ways. And I learned my lesson: always triple-check before putting dye in someone's stuff!