{'~*|Welcome to my World|*~'}
(~*~' Y/N POV '~*~)
"Why the f**k do we always have to dress in clothes like these?!"
B/F/N and I stood before the class while everyone was either wolf whistling, laughing, or snap chatting us.
Mr/Mrs/Ms T/N giggled at my outburst, "Today is not about finding something, but answering questions on an obstacle course around the school. All of the questions refer to One Direction; answer them truthfully, you get to go to the next level; answer wrong, you get a swat from the janitor on behind and have to try to answer the question right next time."
Everybody, including the FIR members, burst out laughing, betting money on if we will succeed or not. I glanced over to B/F/N and saw that she wasn't as excited as I was.
"Okay."
"Why?"
"Get ready..."
"Please..."
"Get set..."
"...tell me..."
"One Direction leads you to victory!"
"Why?"
As soon as I gathered my thoughts, the janitor came through a nearby window and chased us out of the room. While we ran down the halls, we came to our first stop. There was a table with an index card flipped over. I picked it up and read the note out loud:
'What is Harry Style's birth date?'
B/F/N and I glanced at each other and back at the janitor that was waiting for us to answer the question.
"Why are you even helping her?" I ask.
"I get paid more. Now, your answer?"
I sighed, trying to remember what it was. I focused my attention to B/F/N, both of us thinking the same thing. We turned back to the janitor and sighed.
All of a sudden, we sprinted in the other direction, with the janitor on our tails.
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{'~*|Welcome to my World|*~'}
(~*~' Y/N POV '~*~)
/*+* /Moments Later/*+*/
Everyone couldn't stop talking about how we dealt with the janitor. How about we go down memory lane?
'-(**|Flashback|**)-'
All of a sudden, a huge weight forced me to turn around and fall backwards. The janitor was holding me down, laughing the whole f**king time.
An unpleasant screech was heard nearby, making me and the janitor cringe at the noise. Soon, I figured out that screech belonged to none other than B/F/N.
She hopped on the janitor's back and started fist pounding his head; seeing the opportunity, I began kicking him in the stomach and 'there' all while he was still on top of me.
Finally, he rolled off of me in agony, causing me B/F/N to jump and start kicking his a**, all the while I was laughing.
Thinking he had enough, we turned around about to head to the class, before I felt somebody yank my skirt off, exposing everything. Instantly, I covered myself, with the help of B/F/N taking his/her jacket off, tying it around my waist.
Hearing the janitor snickering behind us, we turned around giving him the smuggest look we could.
'-(**|End of Flashback|**)-'
Let's just say afterwards, he will always be known as the janitor, because he had to lick the ick off/inside of a toilet in the boys' bathroom.
I sighed, asking the same question over and over in my head when this first started:
"Why?"
