Between Love and Hate

Chapter 3: Jackie

I was downstairs on the couch, dressed up with my best dress and converse. No heels for me. Unlike Lindsay, who was dressed like she was going to a strip club.

"Ready to go?", dad asked appearing in the living room. Josh, Lindsay and I got up from the couch and lazily dragged ourselves to the door, where Helen waited for us. I sighed as the night’s air engulfed me. This was going to be a hell of a dinner.

Dad rang the doorbell and we waited there, in silence. The next second the door swung open, and Anne was smiling widely at us.

"Good evening! Come on in, come on in!"

She motioned us to come in, and we followed.

"Thank you so much for inviting us to dinner."

Helen hugged Anne and we unzipped our jackets. Anne took them and said:

"Let me guide you to the dining room. Harry come over here a bit!"

My stomach curled up into a ball when I saw him strolling into the hall. He was wearing a white V-neck and some black skinny jeans. Our converse matched. His eyes landed on Lindsay, and realisation hit his face. He searched for something and that’s when his eyes met mine. I looked down at my sneakers, suddenly feeling self conscious about my body.

"I’m sure you know Jackie. And probably Lindsay. And Josh."

Harry nodded.

"Yeah."

He took the jackets out of Anne’s hands and disappeared. We were guided to a big table, where I sat down between Josh and Lindsay, face to face with a brown haired girl with bangs.

"I’m Gemma.", she smiled holding her hand out to me.

"Jackie.", I said and we shook hands.

Then Harry entered the room, followed by Anne and a man. He presented himself as Robin and sat down at the end of the table. Harry followed his action, sitting down face to face with Lindsay. Josh stood next to my mom, and dad was sitting across from her.

Dinner flew by slowly. The parents were in their own world, not even paying attention to Josh flirting with Gemma, or Harry talking to Lindsay. Or to me, looking down at my plate, full of chicken meat and curly fries. I took a fork in my right hand (I was left-handed) and the knife in my left hand, before cutting a bit of meat and putting it in my mouth.

I started chewing, then felt a hand on my knee. I looked up, but no one was watching me. I ate a few fries, then felt the hand creeping up, until it stopped, squeezing my leg. I then realized that Harry had his chin on the table, his plate emty. He was watching Lindsay through his eye lashes, who kept on blabbering about some shoes. I stopped a fork full of fries in mid-air, when I heard his voice whisper:

"Maybe you shouldn’t eat that.", he warned and Lindsay laughed. "You’re fat enough."

No one heard except the three of us. I slowly put the fork back on my plate and bit my lip. He returned to Lindsay, but his hand was still on my leg.

I watched my plate and felt my stomach crumble.

"Harry."

His hand suddenly pulled away, and even if I hated to admit it, it left me cold.

"Would you and Gemma mind helping me with the dessert?", Anne asked standing up from her chair.

The siblings stood up and followed their mother. I took the oportunity to eat a couple of fries and some meat. I was emptying my glass when the cookies came. Harry gave me the smallest one, whispering “We don’t want you any fatter, do we?” to me as he leaned over my shoulder to put the plate on the table, his bicep brushing my arm.

I ate half of the cookie because Harry would ocasionally glance at my plate and grin.

Well it’s good that her slutty girlfriend is perfect!

"You gonna eat that?", Lindsay asked pointing to my plate.

I shook my head and she asked if she could eat the rest of it. I gave her permission and felt my mouth dry, because Harry’s eyes were focused on me. More specifically, my breasts.

"W- where can I get some water?", my voice shook.

"Uhm Harry, show her please.", Robin said.

Harry didn’t bother to comment. He just stood up and guided me into the expensive kitchen, where he stopped. I watched my feet awkwardly.

"Are you- uh going to give me some…a glass of water?"

He scoffed loudly and turned to a cupboard to get out a glass and filled it with water.

"Here you go.", he mumbled and I took the glass, but before I knew it, he cornered me and his chocolate breath was fanning my face. I was frozen. He trapped me against a counter.

"Listen, Vega. I told you not to mess with me. Just stay out of my fucking way. I don’t like you."

He took a step back and exited the kitchen.

The rest of the dinner flew by quickly, Harry was talking to Lindsay and I was the one that was being ignored.

"Thank you for inviting us.", Helen thanked Anne as we put our coats on.

"We should do it again sometime.", Robin said and Anne and Gemma agreed.

Harry just stood there because he had to.

"Goodnight!", we all said before turning around and leaving.

At home, I took a long shower, then climbed into bed because it was already 11pm. I turned the lights off and curled up into a ball. I put my hands under the side of my head and then realized that I forgot to shut the curtains.

Shit.

But I was SO comfortable!! I was going to get up, but I saw the light to the room that we wrote the project open. I could clearly see Harry’s tall frame enter the room and closing it. He got out the balcony and leaned against the railing. He then got out a package of what seemed like cigarettes. Suddenly, like he knew he was watched, he looked up at my window.

He can’t see me.

He went back to his cigarette, which he lit up. He leaned against the railing again. I looked at his outfit: red and black basketball shorts, a black hoodie and white converse. The wind was blowing through his curls, so he pulled his hood over his head. Now he looked dangerous.

He was looking straight at me, but I knew he couldn’t see me. I pulled the duvet higher over me, still staring at him. His eyes were blank now, he seemed to be thinking about something. He bit his lip, then ran his tongue over it.

Then, the other lighted room in the house turned dark. Everyone except him went to sleep. He pulled his iPhone out and looked at its screen, before putting it back into his hoodie. I’ve watched him for 30 minutes, because I couldn’t sleep. Then, at 11:49pm, he finished his third cigarette and disappeared into the house, turning off the light, leaving it in plain darkness. The light at the door was still lighting the doorstep. Five minutes later, he appeared at the front door, slowly closing it and running to the barn.

I couldn’t see him from the angle of my bed. So I slowly got up and walked over to my window seat. I could see his room perfectly. I could see his bed in the middle of the wall, which was messy, his desk in front of the window from the other side. A couch had its back to me and a plasma TV was on the wall next to the window. But I couldn’t see the other half, althought I was pretty sure he had a bathroom. I watched him sit down at his window seat, before pulling out his phone. He immediately put it back and disappeared again, leaving the barn dark. Ten seconds later, I saw him exiting it, locking it and marching across the grass, to the street. Then I saw a black car slowing down. I was what seemed like an Alfa Romeo. Harry got in the front seat and the car left.

I got up from my seat and walked over to the bed, where I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling tired.

I woke up again, in the middle of the night. I glanced at the clock. 3:24am. I yawned and got up to go to the bathroom. When I got back, I saw the same car pulling up on the sidewalk. I stood there, in the middle of my room, watching. A tall boy (Harry) and a slim girl, Mackenzie got out of the car. Harry waved to the driver who took off.

He turned to Mackenzie.

I expected him to jump on her, and fuck her, but instead he just intertwined his fingers with hers and they started strolling towards his barn. He unlocked the door and they got inside. After one minute I saw him turning on the light from his night stand and walking to the window, where he sat down on the window seat, looking out on the deserted street. Mackenzie appeared, wearing a tight pink dress. She took off her heels and put them under his bed. I saw Harry reaching for her hips and pulling her over his lap, before he turned her so that she was between his legs. She was leaning the back of her head against his shoulder and he kissed her temple.

I was speechless. Where was the action?

Then, what I saw next shocked me: Harry said the words ‘I love you.’ Like, I could clearly read them on his lips. She smiled and said them back.

Where was the sex- oh there it is.

Harry started placing kissed on her neck, and she closed her eyes. His hands found the hem of her dress and he pulled it up, revealing her panties. She got up and he did too, then they started kissing. I watched as he pushed her down the bed, then quickly climbing over her. She unzipped his hoodie and he threw it somewhere in the room. Soon enough, he was in his boxers. He literally ripped her dress in half, and she smiled when he started kissing down her stomach. He revealed her naked sex and digged his head into it. She grabbed the sheets and arched her back. He was moving his head, and I was too petrified to move. She gripped into his curls and said something, to which he suddenly stopped pleasuring her and went back to howering over her. He tugged his boxers down and I saw his naked ass and dick. God! Was he big. Or so I thought, it was the first one I saw besides those porn movies which Josh used to show me. He pulled the blanket over them and

reached for something in the drawer. He pulled out a silver package, which he brought to her lips. She ripped it open and they both smiled. He put it under the blanket and concentrated on something, before looking back at her face. She intertwined their fingers and opened her mouth and closed her eyes, sign he entered her. He started moving and with his free hand he reached for the lamp, to turn the light off. But he turned his head to me and showed me his middle finger. I gasped and took a step back.

Then, the barn was in complete darkness.

—-

The next morning, I woke up at 6:41am. When I got dressed, I looked over at the barn and saw Mackenzie sitting indian style on the couch, I Harry’s t-shirt, doing her make up.

I saw him exit the house from a possible back door and walk to the barn with two bowls of cereal in hand. He banged in the door with his foot and she went to open it. They sat down togheter and he turned on the TV. I could clearly see what they were watching…Spondgebob? Wow. At 7:14am dad called me downstairs and I glanced for the last time at Harry’s. He was in his boxers, kissing Mackenzie, who had her bra and skinny jeans on. He gave her a duffle bag and she got out a fancy blouse and blazer. They dressed up and she finished her make up as he did his hair in a big mirror. Then, they both got their school bags (she had an expensive purse and he had a Vans backpack over on of his shoulders.

He was wearing some black jeans, somehow skinny, the same white converse, a white V-neck and a dark blue jacket. They exited the barn.

"Jaqueline!", my fathers voice boomed.

I ran downstairs.

—-

The bell rang, signaling 10 more minutes until classes officially started. Rhya appeared to my locker and I told her everything I saw last night, including the dinner.

The bell rang again and a shivered when I realized I had chemistry. The only day chemistry-free was Thursday, which was tomorrow, thank god. We walked over to chemistry.

Mackenzie, Harry, Lindsay and my sis were having a conversation. I realized that Harry was sitting on the table, and Mackenzie was with the back at him, between his legs. He had his arms around her waist and his chin on her shoulder. I rolled my eyes and went to Rhya’s desk, where Dylan joined us.

"Hey.", he greeted swinging an arm around Rhya’s shoulders. She blushed and looked down. I smiled.

"Hey Dylan."

"How far are you guys with your projects?", he asked.

"Almost done.", Rhya said looking up.

"Seriously? I have such a hard time working with Zayn and Mackenzie…they always talk about porn or sex. Anything perverted. But they work alright I guess. What about you?"

Both pairs of eyes were looking at me.

"Uh…yeah. I don’t- we didn’t get too far with the project. They barely do some work. I don’t like working with them.", I confessed running a hand through my hair. My breathing stopped when I saw that Louis and Harry were looking straight at me, which meant that they’ve heard me.

Shit.

The bell rang and Mr. Clark entered the classroom.

"Morning kids. Sit down please. Mr. Tomlinson we all know you are too cool for this school, you don’t have to torture the desk with your feet."

Louis pulled his feet off our desk as I sat down next to him.

"Mr. Styles go to your seat. You can suck faces with Mrs. Sandler later."

Harry and Mackenzie, who were actually making out, broke it off and Harry kissed her cheek before walking at the back of the class and sitting next to me. When Mr. Clark started to explain us something about the Oxygen, Louis leaned his cheek against the desk, hands in his lap and looked up at me.

"So what was that about not liking to work with us?"

"Uh…", I stuttered.

"Do you think WE like to see your ugly face every day? You should’nt be the one complaining. We should."

"What happened?", Harry whispered to Louis, but failed. Mr. Clark turned to us.

"Just because you’re in the back of the class doesn’t mean I can’t hear you Mr. Styles."

Harry huffed and Louis sat up properly, before opening his notebook and copying what Mr. Clark started writing on the blackboard. That’s when I felt Harry’s hand squeeze my knee.

"I saw you looking at me last night.", he growled in my ear. "You pathetic loser."

"I wasn’t looking."

"Yeah you were. I saw you."

I gulped as I spoke, without thinking:

"Get over yourself."

He stopped and looked at me.

"What?"

I didn’t aswer because I was too scared to move any muscle in my body.

"You’re going to pay for this. Just wait until school’s over."

My heart stopped at his harsh words. What was he going to do to me? Beat me? He couldn’t…could he?

The bell rang 30 minutes later, and I jumped out of my seat. I needed to get out of here.Fast.

My next period was biology. Oh. Fucking great. When I entered the classroom, I saw that Liam was already on his seat, chatting with Leslie. I gritted my teeth, something I did when I was nervous, before I made my way over to them. Liam was sitting on the desk and Leslie was sitting on his chair, by the window. The bell rang and Leslie got up and left the classroom. Liam sat down on his chair and I sat down on mine. The teacher scanned the classroom before going on about some new topic. I tapped my pencil against the desk and looked down at my empty notebook.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated in the pocket of my jeans. I pulled it out.

From: Rhya :)

Revieved at: 12:09pm

So Dylan just asked me out on a date next week! :))))

I smiled at the text and typed a smiley face, which I sent. I felt Liam’s hot breath on my cheek. His eyes were glued to my phone, his expression unreadable. His eyes were moving along the lines of Rhya’s text, over and over again.

"Rhya…likes Dylan?", he whispered.

I was taken aback by his question. Why did he care? Did he like her?

"Uh…I don’t know…why?"

"Dylan Paten?", he asked ignoring my question.

I nodded, my brows knitted together. Why was he so interested?

"So there will be a school trip this weekend, which means, in two days."

This seemed to catch everyone’s attention, because everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked up at the teacher.

"It’s a big thing, so I’m going to ask you all to come in the gym at exactly 3pm. Everyone in school is invited, of course. If any of you is interested…okay. So about that pop quizz…"

I looked at Leslie, who was looking at Liam, who was looking at her. She winked and he smiled. Didn’t she have a boyfriend? She caught my gaze and I immediately looked down at Liam’s wrist, who was covered with a couple of bracelets, two red, identical ones. The bell rang and I sighed relieved.

I hurried out of the classroom, because we had lunch and I wanted to get to the cafeteria fast, so I could finally eat something, because I was starving. I had only £10 today. I stood in line amd waved to Rhya, who was talking to Dylan…and my brother. And a girl which seemed around Josh’s age. She had bangs and some reddish hair. She was laughing, throwing her head back at something Josh just said. I was up next.

"I would like two mushroom pizza slices and some ketchup. And a bottle of Coke."

I was really hungry, because I didn’t eat anything in the morning. I gave the bill to the lady behind the counter and turned around with the tray. I was too focused to search for Rhya, so I bumped into someone’s hard torso. Harry was looking down at me with hate. He eyed my plate, then looked at me. I gulped.

His fingers wrapped around the sides of the tray, harshly brushing mine, and he ripped my tray away from me.

"Thank you.", he said.

"But…I paid for that."

"You honestly shouldn’t waste your money on food. It makes you even fatter. Maybe you should pay for a liposuction. That would be better. Here take the water. Only water is good for elephants."

It hurt. Bad. My eyes flinched and he took a step back from me, before turning around and walking towards the table in the middle of the room, where he sat down next to a smirking Mackenzie. She looked at me and showed me the middle finger, before starting a makeout session with her boyfriend. I turned my eyes to Rhya, who was waving at me, smiling.

I smiled back and made my way over to them, my stomach churring. I sat down next to her, across from Josh.

"Hey bro.", I greeted.

"Heya sis. This is Kelsey. Kels, this is Jackie. My sister."

She looked at me and smiled, before sticking her hand out. I shook it.

"I’m Kelsey. Kelsey Sandler."

Oh.

Mackenzie’s sister?

"You’re sister is a senior?"

She nodded and vaguely smiled.

"Sadly, she’s my sister."

"Sadly, I also have a bitchy sister."

"I mean, her pervert boyfriend is always at our place."

"Really?", Rhya butted in. Dylan was also curious about the topic.

"Yeah. I can hear them doing it every single day. He sneaks in at 12am, then leaves in the morning, around 6. My folks can’t hear him, but I do. It’s pretty disgusting."

I nodded and felt my stomach clench of hunger.

"So who at this table is coming on the school trip?"

Everyone said ‘me’, excluding me.

Great.

"Why aren’t you coming? It’s going to be great.", Dylan said smiling.

"Yeah. You should come. There are…like 100 places. And the time is short.", Rhya agreed.

"You going?", Josh asked Kelsey.

She nodded.

"Great. You should really come, Jacks."

"I’ll think about it."

"Good."

They finished their lunch, and finally, Rhya and I were alone. We were in front of my locker, getting ready for health class. I was nervous to say the least.

"So that text you’ve sent me in cl-"

The bell rang.

"What?"

"I’ll tell you right now. But let’s go to class first, kay?"

"Okay."

We walked to class and sat down on our usual seats. I could only see Niall and another cheerleader making out, the rest weren’t in class yet. Coach Duff came in and looked around.

"So Mr. Styles and his posey aren’t here yet? That’s a shame. I was going to pass out condoms again."

"They’re coming soon coach.", Niall anounced, breaking away from the brunette that was sat down on his lap. His lips were swollen and full of mixed saliva.

"Oh. Mr. Horan. What a pleasure. Miss Benson, would you mind climbing down from his lap and taking a seat?"

She nodded and stood up, flashing Niall her ass, which was exposed because of her red and white cheerleading skirt. The door opened after she sat down in the front, and everyone’s heads turned to the door. Liam entered, nodding towards the coach. He went at the back of the class, followed by Zayn, who was quiet because he had a cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Ello Coach Duff! What’s up?", Louis yelled waving and strolling at the back of the class, where he pushed four more chairs against Niall’s with his knees, while Zayn was busy bringing two more single desks. They sat down leaving the seat to the right empty.

"Where’s Styles?", coach Duff asked scribbling ‘Making Out: Perks and Disasvantages’ on the chalkboard. The four boys cheered.

"Did you bring condoms?", Louis asked, making everyone snigger.

"Yes, yes I did."

"Good."

"I thaught you took five two days ago."

"Used them."

"I’m proud of you.", the coach said sarcastically. "Now today’s lesson is-"

The door opened again, and a smiling Mackenzie in cheerleading uniform entered the room, followed by a smirking Harry.

"Hey coach. How’s it goin’?", Harry greeted, swiftly pushing Mackenzie by her waist, towards the other guys.

"Oh just dandy. Care to tell me why you’re 20 minutes late for class?"

"Oh…well since we’re in health clas-"

"Actually, no. I don’t want to hear it. Just take a seat…somewhere."

Harry sat down on the empty chair, after fist bumping his friends. He pulled Mackenzie on his lap, and she leaned her head against his chest.

"Glad you’re comfortable there Ms. Sandler. NOW back to the lesson. Can anyone tell me the perks of making out?"

"Arousal.", Niall shouted, making the whole class laugh.

Coach Duff wrote it down on the blackboard.

"Always getting you horny.", Harry spoke.

"GIVES YOU A BONER!!", Louis yelled throwing his arm in the air.

The boys cheered.

"Okay, so arousal, horny…boners…I get it. But why don’t we think about the disadvantages? Like, why wouldn’t it be good for us? Any ideas Mr. Malik? Or Mr. Payne? You’ve been awfully quiet today."

"Her breath could be smelly.", Liam answered.

The coach nodded.

"Okay. Bad breath. Anyone else?"

"She could be bad at it. ", Zayn said, his voice raspy.

"Oh he talks."

"She could do circles with her tongue! Ewww!", Niall spoke.

Rhya nudged me. I looked at her.

"Will you tell me what you wanted to tell me?"

"Okay."

She scooted closer, and I whispered in her ear:

"So when you sent me that text, Liam was next to me, and he started asking questions about Dylan.", I whispered and with my right eye I met Liam’s angry stare. He knew I was talking about him.

"Really?"

"Yes-"

"Miss Vega please pay attention. Could you tell me a disadvantage of making out?"

My face went red. Shit.

"Uh…you might choke on his tongue?"

"THAT IF YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO USE YOUR TONGUE!!", Niall yelled laughing, making the whole class laugh with him.

"Mr. Horan please calm down. Here, everyone take a condom, especially you, Mr. Styles. Wouldn’t want small, blone, curly haired, blue eyed, pervy babies running around in nine months now would we?"

Mackenzie giggled and grabbed two condoms from the box. Louis got the rest of them.

"Gotta take more, weekend’s coming.", he said winking to a girl in the front row. She giggled.

Coach Duff rolled his eyes and returned to his desk.

"Now. If anyone could please go to the gym and sit on the bleechers, thank you."

Everyone got up as the bell ringed. I decided to go too, since Rhya asked be about five hundred times. We made it into the big gym, where everyone sat down. The room was full. I couldn’t see Foxy Five or the guys. Principal Hunter came in, followed by a couple of teachers. He had a megaphone in his hand, which he brought to his lips.

"Okay! Calm down everyone…okay. SO! As you know, our annual school trip will take place this weekend, the wirst weekend of the school year. We’re leaving in two days, right after school on Friday. We’re taking two buses, each bus can carry about 60 students, which means 120 students out of 2000 can come. And I see you’re quite the lot here. Nice. Tickets will be put in sale starting tomorrow, and each will cost £50. We’ll go to Manchester, to visit some museums and some stuff like that. We’ll be sleeping at a bed and breakfast pension. We don’t know the room order yet, but we’ll figure it out there. That’s about it. You’re dismissed."

Everyone started talking about the upcoming trip as they made their way out of the gym.

"How are you getting home?", she asked me.

"Uh…I think I’ll walk…"

"Come on with me, with the bus!", she pleaded as we exited the building. Once again, I saw the five boys and Mackenzie and Leslie in the parking lot. Niall was smoking a cigarette, talking to Zayn, Harry and Mackenzie were talking to Leslie, Louis was making out with…my sister? He had his hands on her bum, pulling her closer to him. And Liam…was walking towards us. I gulped and Rhya looked at her shoes. He approached us, and for a second, his eyes met Rhya’s, before he walked past me, pushing me to the ground, by my neck. Rhya helped me up and we slowly walked towards the bus station.

As we sat down in the yellow bus, I felt something in my shirt. I pulled out a crumbled piece of paper.

You’re going to regret it was scribbled with messy letters on it.

"Who-"

"Liam.", Rhya told me.

"How do you know?"

"I recognize his writing."

"Oh…okay.", I sighed.

I looked at the paper. What was he going to do to me?

—-

I pulled my notebook out of my backpack and placed it on the desk. I wanted to finish my maths homework. Someone knocked at the door.

"Come in."

Lindsay strolled in. I rolled my eyes.

"Louis told me to ask you when he and Harry could come for the project."

Crap.

"Uh…I don’t know…around five?"

She nodded.

"I’ll text him."

"Are you two like…together?"

She shook her head and walked out of the room.

At five o’clock, the doorbell rang. I got up to answer it, because besides Josh, nobody was home. I opened the door. Harry and Louis were looking at me. Harry pushed past me, holding a backpack and the project. Louis followed him inside, also with a backpack, which hung low on one of his shoulders. He left his backpack in the kitchen. They followed me up to my room, where we sat down on the floor.

"I have an hour before I need to be somewhere. So let’s make it quick.", Harry spoke bored. I opened my laptop and googled water again.

"It’s your turn to write.", Louis announced. "And Harry’s turn to dictate."

I sat on my stomach, letting Harry get up and sit down on the chair. He read out loud everything he could find online.

An hour later, Louis stood up. My stomach was empty. I was so hungry, I could die.

"Where’s a bathroom?", Louis asked.

"Right across the hall."

Louis disappeared, leaving me with Harry. I saw that he was staring at my ass, and it made me self concious. He then got up and walked towards my window.

"You can see everything from here.", he said turning to me.

I was about to say something, when Louis came back in.

"Okay so we finished a quarter of our project…that’s good…right?", Louis asked looking at me. I shrugged as Harry grabbed his bag and said:

"You’ll keep the project today."

Then, they both exited the door. I followed them downstairs. Louis went into the kitchen and Harry just exited the house, without any other word. I went to the kitchen, to find Louis rummaging on a pack of M&M’s. My stomach growled, I hadn’t eaten anything today.

"Was that your stomach?", he asked as he pushed himself off the counter.

I nodded and looked at him as he flung the backpack over his shoulder.

"I’m hungry."

"Well you shouldn’t eat. Because you’ll get fatter. I’m would give you the last candy…but I won’t. I’ll just go home.", he said taking a yellow candy out of the pack and putting it into his mouth. He double checked that he didn’t leave any candy in it.

My stomach growled again. He looked at me, before he scanned me up and down. He took a step forward, handing me the empty pack of candy.

"Throw this in the trash for me kay?"

And with that he left, slamming the door behind him. I looked down at the pack of M&M’s, with teary eyes. I was about to throw it in the trash, when I spotted the little red candy, at the bottom of it. I licked my lips and put it in my mouth, before wondering if he left it there on purpose.

Two days later

The last bell rang, signaling that school ended for the day. The parking lot was full with students with suitcases, ready for three days of fun. I was of course going, with Rhya and Dylan.

"EVERYONE PLEASE PAY ATTENTION!! I WANT 60 PEOPLE FOR EACH BUS!!", Mr. Hunter yelled in his famous megaphone.

Soon, there were 60 student for each of the two big travelling buses. Us three waited in line, to climb in the bus. As we made our way through the tight, crowded hallway, laughing, I stopped.

Because there, in the very back row, were Foxy Five, and the five guys.

Well this was going to be an interesting trip alright.