Styling Styles || h.s.

Chapter 7

"Can I talk to you?" Elliot asked,

Fuck. I stood up, and walked towawrds him awkwardly. I followed him up the stairs and into an empty hallway, and he immediately pushed me onto a wall.

"What the fuck are you doing with him, Emily?" He grumbled.

"E-Emily?" I stuttered. "I-I'm not Emily. I'm A-Amy."

"Yeah right. Pulling a stupid con on me too, now?"

"N-No! I-I don't know what y-you're talking about!"

His arm was raised, and once it was about to hit me, I ducked, kicking the back of his knees down and stepping on him. He groaned.

"Well, a sniper can really beat a wimp." I said, putting my hand on my head and flexing. He pulled my foot down making me fall on top of him.

"A sniper vs. a sniper." He said, flexing himself.

"Yeah, right." I said, taking his arm and trying to squish the muscle. No budge. He laughed.

"Emily, Emily, Emily."

"I'M NOT EMILY!" I screamed. punching his face and getting up, storming away to Harry.

Everyone raised their eyebrows. Even Nate turned around from our puzzle from the cookies, and raised his eyebrows at me. "Leave me alone." I grumbled.

Harry smirked, examining my jaw. I snapped my head away. "She broke his."

Everyone started laughing, making me get even more mad. "What? You guys can't believe it? I can't believe you! Once we leave Nate will finally finish the puzzle and you'll somehow 'remember' me again! Oh my god!" I stood up, punching the wall right before I slammed the door.

"It's her time of month...." Harry trailed off, making me way past furous. I went into my baby and sped off.

{Harry's POV}

"It's her time of month..." I trailed off, making everyone chuckle. Everyone turned their head to see Elliot with a bruise on his jaw. Our jaws dropped.

"Hold up." Hardison said, walking to the door. I followed him, and saw it. She made a dent in the wall, with tons of cracks coming out of it. I widened my eyes. 

"Umm.. Sorry. She said she used to work out and-"

"Elliot, how much you want to bet you cant d-do-" Hardison started dying of laughter.

"Yes I fucking can." Elliot growled.

"Well I'll be on my way now... So.. Bye." I said, and walked out.

{Nate's POV}

I put the last cookie in place, and called everyone over.

"You have been conned. ~dani. h.s." Parker read aloud.

"I KNEW IT!" Elliot yelled, kicking his foot up and putting his fist down.

Okay....

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You know how guys are like YES! and do something with their hand? That's what I'm talking about. So yeah. And something bad happened. :'(

My fucking middle finger was cut off. Let me tell you the whole story.

I was in wood shop class, and we had to cut pieces of wood with the machine. So I was cutting a long piece and then someone called my name then I wasn't paying attention so I cut my middle finger off. I screamed really loud, and then the teacher came and he was like, "YOU RUINED THE WOOD!" and I started crying and ran down the hall with a bloody finger thats bloodier than my vajayjay on my period in my hand and went in cooking class. I showed the cooking teacher and she screamed and didn't know what to do so she just taped the pieces together with that thing that hospitals use like a cast. So now every time I wiggle with my finger it gets bigger and bigger lol bc its coming out.

:'D It's funny but the part of the hand hurts. :'( So still, the tears stream down my faceeeee. (Yas bitten biotch I used moments.)