Breakeven-Max Schneider Fanfic!

Chapter 18!

I walk home, my heels clicking on the pavement. I listen, the rumble of an engine getting louder with every passing second. I walk faster, feeling very paranoid. I turn as a van pulls up next to me, the door opening and two arms pulling me in. I scream, fighting them. I manage to elbow my attacker in the gut, knocking the breath out of him. Another set of arms reaches out for me, but I grab one and twist it backwards before I see Harry, smirking in the front seat.

"Holy crap!" I yell, looking around. I see Zayn, clutching his stomach. I look in front of me and see Niall, clutching his arm, pouting. I then see Liam, his phone pointed at me and Louis in the drivers seat.

"Turn the camera off, unless you want to be next." I threaten, sneering. He pushes a button and lowers his phone, ashamed.

"Seriously, Colette?!?" Zayn says, still gasping for air.

"I'm sorry! You're the one who grabbed me while riding in a strange white van!" I say, pouting. Liam, Louis and Harry laughs quietly, in an I-told-you-so way.

"Dude, hate to say this, but we told you." Liam says in his totally adorable British accent.

"I don't see why she hurt me, I was trying to help her." Niall says, his captivating Irish accent holding a tinge of bitterness in it.

"I'm sorry, Nialler." I say, making my eyes wider and pushing my already full lip out in a precious pout that would make the saddest puppy jealous.

"It's okay, Colette." Niall says and I smile.

"We should go somewhere. How about bowling??" I say, my darling smile illuminating my eyes.

"Sure, but you're changing." Zayn says and I roll my eyes.

"Of course, dummy."

******************AT THE BOWLING ALLEY*****************

Instead of me trying to bowl in high heels and a skirt, the boys, inconsiderately might I add, took me home, whining nonstop.

I ran inside, already half stripping as I took the stairs, two at a time. I grabbed a multi-colored, tie-dyed, lace crop top that I made, a pink tank top and white jeans. I then grabbed my pink and black bowling shoes that I ordered when I was younger. Surprisingly, they still fit me!

I ran outside, tying my unnaturally curly short hair into a small ponytail, grabbing my purple ball and pink bag from the hall closet.

"Finally!" Louis sighs, as melodramatic as always.

"Shut up, you turd." I say, rolling my eyes as I squish in between Niall and Zayn.

"Turd?" Niall asks, smirking.

"Don't make fun of me." I fake pout, making puppy dog eyes.

"I-I wasn't. I promise. Don't cry." He says, putting his hand on my arm as I put my head in my hands, sniffling.

"Look what you did, Niall. You made Colette cry." Harry says and I fake sob into my hands.

"Your all turds, now leave her alone." Zayn defends me and I look up at him, smiling.

"Thanks, Zaynie poo." I say, smirking.

"Zaynie poo?" Niall asks, laughing. The other three are clutching their stomachs, doubled over. Louis parks at the bowling alley and we walk inside, me smiling, my hips swishing lightly as the boys walk in behind me.

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(A/N so yeah. Merp. Sorry it's short!

Why does she get all the guys? Yeah she's skinny, has big boobs and flaunts what she has, but she's not pretty. So I don't necessarily show my boobs off, but they're a good size. I'm also not a size two, but who cares? Oh, right. Guys do. But why? Whoever has the best answer will get a character in my next book. Have fun.