"I told them." Louis smirked as we stood in the parking lot that we had agreed to meet in. The rest of the boys were with him.
"Listen closely," I spoke through gritted teeth, "I'm not going to make you leave, but there is absolutely no way we can get into one of the smallest and urban cities without sticking out like sore thumbs."
"Well you gave in pretty easily." Madeline remarks in a snobby manner. "There may have been some exaggeration in the beginning of this story, I'm guessing."
"Yeah well, I'm skipping the boring detail parts okay? The fact of the matter is I let them come with me, okay?" I sigh in frustration at her.
"It's true we had to convince her quite a bit." My husband chuckles lowly, easing the tension between us all.
"So what do you suppose we do? Shave Niall's head?" Liam gripped Niall's neck, ruffling his hair harshly.
"Well," I bit my lip as I looked at Niall. His hair was no longer pink, but a pretty pastel lilac color. "I think lilac Niall is okay." I giggled as I got in his face, pushing him away by the chest with a grin.
"Just get some nicer clothes." I rolled my eyes.
"Goes for you too." Harry mumbled at me, pointing head to toe on my body a few times. I looked down to see perfectly normal clothing. Jeans, a tanktop, vans. It was simple.
"You should wear dresses." Louis smirked to me. I laughed maniacally as I shook my head side to side.
"I would never." I groaned, growing annoyed.
"You wear dresses all the time." Madeline interrupts me, pointing out an obvious fact.
"Hm, I wonder why." I look between her and my husband sarcastically.
"It's your fault." Madeline points to her father, almost snorting as she laughs.
"I can't fucking believe you guys made me wear a dress." I stood in the same parking lot the next day. At least I was still wearing my vans and some tall socks.
"I could say the same about these stupid dress shirts." Zayn nipped uncomfortably at the sleeve of his shirt. That was also how I felt about the dress and cardigan.
"My pants have never been so loose." Harry was waving his legs around in his slacks. "Is this what your vag feels like Sierra?"
"Suck my dick." I rolled my eyes and got inside my van. The rest of them followed behind me, piling into the back seats. Louis took the seat in the front next to me.
"Does this shirt make me look dominant?" he held his arms out, showing off his cuffed sleeves.
"Like you could bend me over your knee and spank me hard." I sarcastically retorted, my voice sounding a bit monotone. What did he expect with a shit question like that?
"Sounds a bit kinky." He snorted in reply.
"And you sound a bit twink-y." I rolled my eyes, looking straight forward.
"Oh like the-"
"Not like the food." I cut Niall off, just knowing he was going to make a absolutely idiotic remark. They all were going to. I could already tell.
"I'm not a twink." He defended himself harshly.
"Whatever you say big boy." I started up the car and pulled out. "Would you mind giving me paper? It's in that compartment." I pointed in front of him.
He handed me the folded slip of paper and I studied the address again. "This is going to be a long ride." I warned them all.
"Should have brought snacks." Liam groaned from the back seat. He was chilling with Niall, and Zayn and Harry were in front of them.
"Yep." I nodded promptly, not having anything to say. I didn't even had a desire to think of something. They were just here to help me, and as soon as this was over we could go back to snobby comments in detention after school.
"So Sierra." Zayn spoke up after about an hour of everyone in silence, most of them just playing on their phones.
"That's my name." I nodded once.
"Since we're all here we should get to know each other." He suggested. I laughed for about a minute, everyone else staying silent.
"Listen here, Zaynie Waynie." I turned around in the car to look at him. "You're here to help me, so we can all get our papers signed and move on from the dumb mistake I made with letting you guys prank with me."
"I just thought since we were all going to be with each other for a few days we could jus-"
"Become best friends and care about each other and then get together afterwards to do crack together while we decide how to move on from our fucked up lives after high school is over?"
"Not.. be uh, complete.. strangers." he leaned back in his seat, completely in shock from everything I said.
"Because you care so much." I laughed.
"Forget I said anything." He put his hands up in defense.
"Thanks." I faked a smile and we continued driving in peace and quiet.
"I'm going to go back there." Louis mumbled cautiously as he unbuckled himself and climbed through our seats to go to the back.
"Why?"
"Wouldn't want to be too friendly." He snarled with a deep chuckle. What a sarcastic little bastard.
"And you think I'm antisocial?" Madeline scoffs at me in amusement.
"I wasn't antisocial." I defend myself with a carefree shrug.
"You just completely told him off for being friendly!"
"Just wait for the whole story, okay?!" I yell at her in anger. This was only the beginning of the adventure with the 5 boys I had met in detention.
