This Means War

Chapter 4

(Nicole's POV)

The second day of school sucked just as much as the first one did.

Not that I was exactly thinking it would be better.

I was thinking all day on what the task was going to be after school. The self given task that literally no one else knows about. They would all call me out for being an idiot for trying this, but why shouldn't I try it? I already know that they're suspecting something from us 6 since we all came at the same time, making a huge entrance for everyone. The only way to get them to not suspect us is to do the most cliche and annoying quote of all time.

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

So here I was. I knew where Harry was today, since I had heard a bang earlier, I knew that Harry would be cleaning their damage up now. The Vilaboos are sickly easy to predict.

I'm learning every single one of their names at the moment. It seems as though the mains are Zayn and Jason. The others, I faintly remember. I remember Harry because he has a hella lot of hair.

In every mission we have had, I have been the prier. When I was younger, and my parents were still alive, I really wanted to be in the FBI. I always was good at acting, and I always figured out solutions to every problem that usually took normal people longer. I also took karate at a young age and that was there.

I turned the corner and saw him there, doing his job of being sneaky and cleany. I willed myself not to giggle at the sight of him with a dustpan and brush.

"Need help with that?" I ask, and he quickly turns around. When he sees its me, his lips form into a small smirk.

"I doubt you would be able to help." He answers, throwing the things on the dustpan and brush away in the trash can.

"You'd be surprised what I could do." I say, giving him something to think about. He chuckles when he gets my sexual reference. "What are you doing out here? Didn't you hear the bang?"

"Yeah, sure." He says. "That's my job. I'm poor as fuck, which means I have to clean up around this town." I have to give it to him that he isn't that terrible of an actor, and I wouldn't have noted his eyebrow twitching and his gaze not locking with mine if I didn't know he was lying. But I did.

"Sucks." I say, biting my lip to show off more of an innocent look for him. "How much do you get paid?"

His eyes widen for a second, but he quickly recovers himself. "Depends on how big the mess was. These kinds of things happen all the time, so mostly a lot."

I nod, and give him a small smile. "New Haven isn't a safe town to be in, is it?"

He raises his eyebrows at me. "Not at all."

"I heard there's this gang around here. They apparently mess stuff up, the... the Vilabams? Have you heard of them?"

"The Vilaboos." He corrects me. "And who hasn't?" Harry chuckled. "They're fucking legends. Awesome people."

I giggle quietly at the fact that he is complimenting himself, something he didn't notice. "They scare me."

"They should." says Harry.

"Um, I- You said you didn't need help?" I ask, trying to change the subject, because I know that's what an innocent, clueless girl would do. Only because I was once one.

"Yeah, I'm good." I nod, about to turn away, before he stops me. "But can I have your number? We should hang out. You could show me the things that I would be surprised about."