Five Against One

Shots and Screams

Chapter 2

It's been two days since my run in with the boys in the alleyway.

They haven't done much since then, only calling my names and throwing things at me, but I'm not letting my guard down.

Right now I'm putting on my under armour leggings and long sleeve shirt. I finish with french braiding my hair.

"Alex!" my mother yells from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yell back tying my shoe and dashing downstairs. "You called me?" I say walking into the kitchen.

"Your father and I are leaving for Africa now so we won't be back for three or four weeks." she says and I sigh.

How come my parents have all of this time to help and spend time with these kids in Africa, and no time to spend with their own daughter? Haven't they ever heard of "family first." or is that just me?

"Ok sounds good." I say sighing and giving a small fake smile.

"Don't be so upset Alex, it's only a few weeks darling!" my mom says cupping my face.

"Ok did you leave me money for food?" I say and she nods.

I say goodbye to her and my father and walk back inside.

"Four weeks, all alone. Great." I say to myself before grabbing my lacrosse stick and a backpack full of lacrosse balls. I walk outside with my fathers car keys and hop in, driving to the local fields that are usually vacant around this time of day.

The drive is short and I hop out of the car jogging towards the field. I pull a goal out from the shed where they keep all of the equipment and start to shoot.

This is what I usually do when I need to relieve some anger towards those damn boys. When I'm on the field I turn into a monster and go into this sort of trance. I rip another ball at the net and hit the top left corner.

I hear a car pull up but don't pay attention. I go in for another shot.

The car door slams shut but I still ignore it. Right now I'm on full monster mode, and can't be stopped.

I take more and more balls and shoot them at the goal yelling each one of their names and an insult towards them as the ball goes in.

"ZAYN!" I yell as I release the ball. "Lowlife that picks on girls!" I yell.

"HARRY!" I scream. "Acts like Zayn's kiss up bitch that kisses the dirt he walks on!" I scream.

"LOUIS! A torturous little shit that's to afraid to hit me, because he thinks I can't handle it!" I yell and I feel a tear start to form.

"NIALL! A frikin man slut that eats nonstop! Frikin pig!" I scream as a tear glides down my cheek.

"LIAM!" I scream. "The worst of them all! Apologizes for what he does before he does it, then does it, pukes, and apologizes more!" I say pausing. "IF YOUR SO FUCKING SORRY THEN DONT DO IT!" I scream and collapse into the grass breathing heavily.

I stay there in my state until I hear a devilish laugh from behind me.

"Nice to know what you think of us." Zayn says bending down to me. All of the boys stand behind him with hurt looks on their faces. Except for Louis who is emotionless and Zayn looking like satan's son himself

"Louis, what are you thinking today?" Zayn asks still staring at me.

"Let's whip the balls at her." he says with a smirk and my face goes pale. "Then we can tell her why we hate her." Louis says and Zayn nods standing up.