Not A Decision ✓

27. Accumulating

Mackenzie

"It's- Over."

I look at the brown haired boy. He stayed in his spot, shocked with the news I just broke to him. His closed his eyes as if he thought this was just a dreamed. He reopened them to see I was still there.

I smiled. Never underestimate me. I knocked out the gun he held on his hand. I pointed my own to his face. He was still a bit fazed about the whole situation.

I laid above him. He was sprawled on the floor and I sat on him pinning him to the floor. He finally snapped out of his trance and now he was no longer confused. He had a smile on his face. Which only meant one thing a certain curly haired boy was behind me and ready to aim.

Before I could be taken down by the curly haired boy, I quickly grabbed the gun I had made the brown haired boy discard. I aimed at both boys at the same time and I pulled the trigger. A red liquid appeared when my ammo came in contact with them.

"Its- Over," I repeat. I get off the boy and stare at his blue- grey eyes.

"How?!" He croaked. He placed a hand on his chest. His stain striped shirt was evidence of my ambush. I rolled my eyes. Over dramatic much.

"Louis, never underestimate me." I said. I extended my hand to help him up and he takes it. He gets up and looks down at his shirt and frowns.

"The stain won't come off. Its my favorite shirt," Louis whined. I heard a chuckle behind me. I turned and came in contact with the curly haired one.

"Lou all striped shirts are you're favorite. Plus this isn't even yours mate," Harry chuckled. I smiled.

"And anyways its just Kool- Aid." I added. Louis opened his mouth to say something and then stopped himself.

"Who won," a black haired quiff boy ran in. His shirt also stained red, I smiled. It was my masterpiece.

"I did," I said. Zayn rolled his eyes. Following after him was Liam, his shirt stained red. Though I wasn't the one responsible for that. Niall then came after him, his hair was red in some spots. He had his Kool- Aid filled water gun in his mouth. He was drinking it. I giggled. He was the first one I caught. He was a bit entertained drinking his ammo.

"This is the first time we get beat in our own game," Liam said. The boys were circled around me. I raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" They all nodded. I look at each one of them and they all were stained with Kool- Aid and I was clean.

"You do know that I am a sports prodigy. And rifles are part of my schedule," I said. They frowned.

"That's cheating," Louis said.

"No its not. Its a talent. The same way if it were a singing contest and Zayn won. Its not cheating," I said.

"Is so," Louis said.

"Is not"

"Is so"

"Not really"

"Is so" all the boys said together and the next moment I was being hit with Kool- Aid. My pink shirt got soaked. I tried runaway but kept tripping over things. Damn small hotel spacing. I kept running nonetheless. When I ran right smack into something hard. I stumbled back and fell on my butt.

"Ow" I said. I looked up at what I had impacted with- Paul. *gulp* He looked down at me. I just stood there on the floor. I heard several feet running towards us and then they stopped. Paul extended his hand towards me, I took it.

"Boys, I thought I confiscated these things long time ago. I told you no water guns in the hotel," Paul said. He didn't sound pissed. But he had a serious face.