Pitch Perfect; The Treblemakers

Ch.4

Our lips move in sync until I feel someone's hand pull me away from Wes. It was Uni. I look over at Greg. Both his hands were in fists. He was sitting on his right hand and was biting his left hand. I look back at Wes. His face had guilty written all over it.

"Fine. I believe you guys. Now hurry up before we're late." Uni says getting out of the car. I get out too and hand him his unicycle. He grabs it and runs ahead. Wes gets out too and gives me a small smile.

"You coming Greg?" I ask him. He shakes his head and waves off the question.

"I'll catch up." he says with a distant look in his eyes. I look at Wes and he shrugs. I sigh and shut my door. Wes and I start walking towards the activities fair. He has his hands in his pockets and mine were crossed over my chest.

"I'm sorry about what happened back there Maddie." Wes says. I shake my head.

"Don't be. Uni practically made us kiss. I should be thanking you actually. If you weren't so amazing to go along with the kiss then Uni would have figured it out." I assure him.

"I feel really bad though. Greg looked about ready to explode. I can tell he really wanted to kill me back there." Wes replies, awkwardly chuckling.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure he doesn't kill you." I respond, laughing.

"I feel so safe now." Wes says sarcastically. We laugh and continue walking.

"Hey!" Wes and I stop walking. We turn around and see Greg walking towards us with a determined look on his face.

"Greg?" Wes questions. Greg ignores him. Greg punches me against a wall and raises my arms above my head.

"Greg what are you-" I'm cut off by Greg pressing his lips to mine. His tongue slips into my mouth and our tongues fight for dominance. Greg moves his hands so that they're holding my face. I move my hands and rest them on his shoulders.

I pull away to catch my breath. He rests his forehead on mine. We're both breathing heavily.

"Don't ever make me watch you make out with another guy ever again. Please." Greg says. I smile at him and pull him in for a hug.

"Never." I whisper.

"Sorry to ruin the moment guys, but we gotta run. We literally have to run or we'll be late and Bumper will murder us." Wes says. Greg and I pull apart.

"You guys can run. I'd rather walk." I say.

"But Bumper wants you to record the performance. You have to be on time too." Greg replies. I groan. "Hop on." Greg crouches down in front of me. I smile and get on his back. I hold onto his shoulders and he holds onto my legs.

"Let's go!" Wes exclaims, running ahead. Greg runs behind him. I check my watch.

"What time do we have to be there?" I ask him.

"Uh 12:40!" He answers.

"It's 12:37! How much further?" I ask.

"I don't know!" Greg exclaims.

"12:38!" I exclaim.

"There they are!" Wes shouts ahead of us.

"12:39! Full speed ahead guys!" I shout. They both run faster. I can see Bumper standing there with his arms crossed and a very pissed off look on his face. We make it to where Bumper is standing. "12:40." I whisper to Greg.

"You're late. We were supposed to start 5 minutes ago." Bumper says to Wes. I get off of Greg's back and walk over to Donald.

"Did he ask?" I whisper to Donald.