No Control

“How the hell are you playing Twister right now?” I ask in shock as I watch Niall do an impression of a crab with a broken leg over the Twister mat in the middle of the hall.

“Just because we’re in this crappy situation doesn’t mean we can’t make the best of it. Besides, we clearly have time to kill, we won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.” He replied as he tried catching his balance. He almost took Liam down with him, who was hovering over him and trying to keep his balance as well.

Normally, I would shake my head and turn to Callie and complain about these moronic boys. Right now though that wasn’t an option because she was the one with the spinner.

“Liam, right hand on blue.” She called out, and I couldn’t help my laughter as Liam attempted to move his hand. His stomach pressed against Niall, and he was so close to completely falling flat on him.

“Woah bro, watch the boys.” Niall yelled when Liam’s hand accidentally brushed his ‘special area.’

For the rest of us that weren’t playing a children’s game, we were still sat around waiting for the teachers to get back and hopefully with some good news. I didn’t get my hopes up too much though, because I’m almost positive that whoever was messing with us had messed the landlines and computers up as well. As of right now, they have been gone for over a half an hour and I am not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. It has been making me more anxious than ever.

I was sitting on one of the couches that somebody had brought up earlier.. when it was just a normal party like every other year. Alyssa and Perrie were still sitting on the chairs they had been at earlier, and Wes moved a chair to the opposite side of the room to get as far away from queen bee as possible, where he stayed silent and watched the Twister game with a slight smile on his face. Harry and Dax were by the alcohol table, Harry with a beer in his hand. I couldn’t believe he was still drinking, whereas I’m praying my tipsyness will wear off soon.

“Seriously, if you carry on you’re going to come dangerously close to the gold there Li!” Niall shouted at Liam, who was trying to cross his leg over him. Niall turned his head to Callie, smiling as he did so, “Why did you have to be the one to spin? I would much rather you be the one getting close to the gold.”

I kept my amusement to myself, and watched as Callie’s reaction change from shocked to a sliver of a smile on her face.

“That’s because I just love to see you squirm.” She said, Niall winked at her and she kept the half-grin on her face and shook her head. Those two were close.. but it was mostly insults and banter. Tonight for some reason, there was something about them.. something I couldn’t quite put my finger on just yet.

I heard a loud sigh, and turned my head just as someone sat down beside me. Harry was showing off a bright smile, and he propped his arm up on the top of the couch behind me.

“How’s my little Mia?” He asks and I roll my eyes.

“She’s fine. How’s my pain in the ass?”

“Niall? He’s enjoying himself playing Twister and having another man nearly caress his balls.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to get in on that game? I’m sure Liam would enjoy you caressing his balls as well.”

“As appealing as that sounds, I think I’ll pass.. unless you want to take over Liam in the whole caressing balls thing.”

I narrow my eyes on him and he wiggles his eyebrows, “Over my dead body.”

Harry laughs and shakes his head, “There you go again, you might want to think before you speak while we’re in this situation.”

“So me saying I would rather be dead than to hook-up with you doesn’t phase you at all?”

He shakes his head, “Nope.”

“Not even a little?”

“Not at all, it makes me more determined actually.” He admits.

“So if I were to throw myself at you right now, you would quit trying to get me to open my legs?”

His mouth quirked up into a smirk, “Probably, it’s the thrill of the chase and all that jazz.” He moved closer until I was molded into his body, if this was any other situation you would probably think we were cuddling. We are not cuddling though. I would never, “It would also depend on how good you were.. you never really should expect a lot from first timers, but you never know.. you could be a natural.”

My thoughts travel back to when he kept calling me ‘little Mary,’ and suddenly I find myself laughing.

“What’s so funny?” He asks with confused humor in his tone.

I shook my head and sigh, “You really think I’m a virgin?”

He didn’t reply at first, he just studied my smiling face. His face fell slightly and his mouth dropped open. He looked shocked, and I mean really shocked with this newfound information.

As he was about to speak, something cut him off. It made me jump, I am not sure if it was because it brought me back to reality and remembering that we were not alone, but we were in fact sitting in the middle of other people.. or if it was just because it was so loud.

It was a loud screeching noise, almost like when you just turn a microphone on and it makes that horrible sound that you instinctively cover your ears to. Only, it was coming out of multiple speakers all over the room.

It was definitely the school’s intercom system. This was used when the principal’s receptionist had to announce the daily events or call people to the office. It was like the speaker of death, because if your name was ever called over it, you knew you were gonna get it from Miles. Ironically the name ‘speaker of death’ is very appropriate for this situation.

Everybody stopped what they were doing to look around the room once the horrible noise stopped. Panic hit though once another noise came through the speakers.

It was screaming.

The sound of a man screaming for help echoed throughout the room. It sounded like a struggle and there were noises in the background that seemed to be things getting knocked to the ground or used to hit someone with.

“No! No! Pease!” Desperate pleas came through the system, and my heart plummeted once I recognized it was principal Miles voice.

In the background I heard a woman’s voice, screaming and begging for them to stop.. Ms. Roberts.

I heard Alyssa gasp from feet away, and I was holding my breath as all we could do was sit and listen. Harry was still next to me, all of our playfulness from seconds ago was gone and his face was hard as he processed the sounds. My heart rate was beating fast enough from what was happening, but it was when his arm came down around my shoulder that it really started beating. He was doing it almost as a protective gesture, and I was sort of giddy about that.

The struggle became more aggressive, and there were multiple punch sounds. Judging by Miles pleas, I’m guessing he was the punchee.

“Please stop! Leave him alone! Don’t do that!” Ms. Roberts screamed. Her scream turned into a sound so blood chilling that I had to raise a hand over my mouth, I felt sick.

Her crying and bellowing was constant, but principal Miles could no longer be heard.

“You killed him!” She wailed, which was followed by a thud. My entire body froze, and my eyes began to gloss over, making my vision foggy. I swear I actually heard someone laugh, and it was not one I would be forgetting. If the screams and the fact I listened in on my principal being killed didn’t haunt me, that laugh definitely would.

The room fell silent for a second, and then there was a rustling sound. A second later, a song was playing through them, a very eerie song.

‘Now you’re telling lies cause’ you have sworn to keep it, but no one keeps a secret,’

The creepy song carried on and after a moment or two, there was another rustling sound, the song skipped forward.

‘If I show you then I know you won’t tell what I said, cause’ two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.’

The sound cut off and then at once, everything was silent.

Notes

short, not-so-sweet, but to the point.. :-)

does anybody have any theories about who the person is, what the song they played meant etc..? I would love to know them :)

see you tomorrow with another chappy!