Spy vs. One direction?

Olivette

--Start---

Jasons pov. (A/N Remember him? He's the jerk that pisses off Olive. WILL BE SHORTISH!)

I head to school early, rare just so you know, snikering with my friends. I open the back door to the school, knowing it's going to be open. I run down the hallways, keeping to the walls. When I reach the locker I'm looking for, I shake up the spray paint can. The guys do the same, spraying a bunch of words on the locker.

Hoe, whore, bitch, asshole, dogface, ugly and lesbian are some. I spray the letters, LOL, under them all. I spray a smiley face by it. We all laugh and run out of the back door, throwing the cans in the garbage can. We all wait by the front door, waiting for the bell to ring. We wait for the bell to ring and let a few people in before we go in. I smile, seeing the locker. I grab my stuff from my locker, which was at the end of the same hallway. I grin, waiting for it to come in. Many people come in before it comes.

When it does, I watch it's laughing face. It spots me, shooting me a a forced smile. I smirk but it doesnt see.

When she sees her locker, she doesn't react like I expected her to. She turns to me with an eyebrow raised. I glare at her, my eyebrows furrowed. She grins and does that kind of laugh that really isn't a laugh, but a exhale through her nose. I tilt my head at her, confused by her reaction. She opens her locker, grabbing her books and slamming the locker closed. Her friends stare at her locker, trying to rub off the words but just smudging them. They sigh in defeat.

She walks my way, not making eye contact with me. I put my leg out to trip her but all she does is stop, turning her head to glare at me. She doesn't say anything and I just shrug, smirking. She smirks back, raising her ecru colored combat boots that had an impressive heel, and stamping her foot hard on my foot, with all her might. I shout,

"BLOODY HELL!" and bang my fist against the locker. I glare into her back, holding my foot in my hand. "YOUR'RE A BITCH!" I yell down the hallway. She turns on her heel, walking backwards and yells down back at me,

"Why else would you have your foot out if you didn't want me to crush it?" She grins at me lopsidedly, turning back around. I glare at the guys, who had laughed. I punch Peter in the arm and storm into my first class. I slam my books down on my desk.

---End of pov--- (Told ya it'd be short. Just a little inside look at him)

Louis' pov.

I grin when I see Ashton had sent me a picture of Luke totally passed out with Calum using him as a pillow. I text him back,

"I wish I could be there so I could throw water onto them! :D"

"Want me to?"

"Yesss!!!!" I type, my fingers flying across the screen.

"U got it!" Ashton quickly responds.

"Video tape it plz!" I type.

"Kk" He replies, and three minutes later he sends me the video. I click play and laugh as he tosses a bucket of water onto them. Luke shoots up, eyes closed, mouth wide open. He wipes his eyes and spots Ashton. He runs at him, yelling profanities. Calum shot up but spent the time trying to wipe his face. He gets up and chases Ashton too. Ashton runs into the hotel bathroom, locking the door. He sticks his tongue out at the camera and the video ends.

I laugh shortly and send him,

"They r going to kill u."

"Yah, I kinda knew. ;)"

"Wanna come hang out? Go to the mall maybe? ?_?"

"What's that face? Lol, sure. Can the rest of the guys go? Maybe they won't kill me."