How I survived in an all boys glade

Chapter Seventy-three

- "This is just hilarious" -

"Come down here!" Gally screams, his voice echoing through the open space as Tyrell and I sprint toward the commotion. The sight before us makes me slow to a stop. The girl in the watchtower is hurling rocks and random objects down at the boys with an impressive level of ferocity.

"You really think she'll come down when you're screaming at her like that?" I call out to Gally, rolling my eyes as I position myself a safe distance away from the tower to avoid getting hit.

"Stay back!" Gally yells, glancing at me briefly before ducking as another rock comes flying over the railing. "There you go!" he shouts, just before another projectile heads straight for him, causing him to stumble back.

"Oh, damn!" Fry exclaims, wincing as a well-aimed rock clangs against the metal bowl he's holding up as a makeshift shield. "Leave me alone!" the girl shrieks from above, her voice filled with panic and defiance.

I can't help but laugh at their pathetic attempts to reason with her. "God, you guys are really bad at talking to girls, aren't you?" I tease, my arms crossed as I watch the chaos unfold.

"Watch your heads!" Fry shouts as more objects rain down. "Heads, heads, heads!" Theo echoes in a panic, diving under the cover of one of the large tree boxes we use to store supplies.

"This is not going to end well..." I mutter to Tyrell, who's standing beside me, chuckling at the scene. His amusement only grows as Gally, visibly fuming, tries to shout up at the girl again.

"Hey! Throw one more of those things, and I'm—ow!" Gally yells, his sentence cut off as a rock hits him square on the head. He ducks to avoid another and lets out a frustrated groan.

"This is just hilarious," I laugh, shaking my head at the absurdity of the situation. The girl continues yelling at them to go away, and her resolve seems unwavering.

"What happened?" Thomas asks as he jogs over to the group, immediately stepping into the danger zone without hesitation.

"I don't think she likes us very much," Newt says dryly, shrugging as another rock whizzes past.

"You don't say," I add with a grin, unable to resist poking fun at their predicament.

"What do you want?" the girl shouts down at them, her voice dripping with distrust.

I lean toward Tyrell and whisper, "Maybe to know how she managed to haul all that stuff up there," nodding toward the impressive collection of objects she's been throwing. Tyrell chuckles, shaking his head at my remark.

"Hey, look, we just wanna talk!" Thomas calls up to her, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. His words, however, do little to stop her assault as she throws another object, narrowly missing him. "I'm warning you!" she yells, her voice cracking slightly.

"Oh, take cover, y'all! Take cover!" Fry shouts, darting past the others as the girl prepares another round of ammunition.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Thomas tries again, stepping closer to the tower. His voice softens as he adds, "Hey, hey, it's Thomas. It's Thomas."

To everyone's surprise, she stops mid-throw, her eyes narrowing as she peers down at him. The sudden stillness is almost eerie after the chaos.

"She actually stopped," I say, blinking in disbelief. I glance at Tyrell, then back at the girl. "And here I thought she'd only stop when she ran out of things to throw," I add with a small laugh. Tyrell shakes his head at me, that familiar exasperated expression on his face.

"Okay, I'm gonna come up, okay?" Thomas says cautiously, his tone steady as he takes a step toward the ladder. The girl retreats out of sight, but not before he adds, "Just me."

"Heh, that was something," Theo mutters as he joins me and Tyrell, his wide eyes fixed on the watchtower.

"You don't say..." I reply, my voice tinged with sarcasm as I glance back at the boys.

"What's going on up there?" Gally shouts after a moment, his impatience clear. "Is she coming down?" Newt asks, stepping closer to the tower with me by his side.

Thomas leans over the railing, looking down at us with a hesitant expression. "Um..." he starts, glancing back at the girl before returning his gaze to us. "Hey, listen, you guys just give us a second, okay?"

Newt sighs, his frustration evident. "All right," he says with a shrug, turning to me and taking my hand. "Come on," he adds, tugging me gently away from the group.

As we walk, Fry's voice rings out behind us. "Is this what all girls are like?" he asks, his tone both confused and incredulous.

I stop in my tracks and turn to glare at him. "Seriously, Fry?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. Realization dawns on his face, and he backpedals quickly. "Oh, yeah... sorry, Y/n," he says sheepishly, offering a small smile.

I can't help but laugh, shaking my head at his awkwardness. "Good save, Fry," I tease before turning back to follow Newt, Theo trailing close behind us.