No Control

For a while, it was nothing but awkward silence and people not moving from the position they were in, mostly because I think we were all shocked that two teachers and the principal actually had the balls to enter and attempt to break up the party. This had never happened before, all the years this had been happening no teacher, principal, or adult in general has ever done anything about it.

Unfortunately, principal Miles was not from Pinegrove. He started at our school in the middle of last year, when our old principal died. He has done nothing but make our school feel like a military camp, and I am not exaggerating when I say that. He was like the grinch, only he didn’t just hate Christmas, he hated life in general. Miserable bastard.

I was surprised to see Mr. Clark here though.. he had been teaching at our school for years, and I was actually in his English class last year. He was a laid back guy which is why I’m surprised to see he is one of the ones to come crash the party. The new blonde art teacher stood next to him, looking as if she just bit off more than she could chew. The look on her face told me this was not a voluntary field trip. Miles clearly picked them to accompany him, and judging by the fed up expression on Mr. Clark’s face, he wasn’t to thrilled to be here either.

“Now I want all of you to stay exactly where you are, I am coming around to make a list of everyone involved in this ridiculous stunt, and believe me.. this will not be handled lightly.”

Of course though, when everyone was told to stay put was when they made a break for it. It was unbelievable how fast people could move. It was a stampede of teenagers all flying for the door, with a cup firmly in their hands. A few actually ran over and grabbed some bottles of booze from the table before they ran away. I swear I saw two guys from my history class carry a keg out. We were the furthest from the door, but with one glance between the group, we all decided to follow the herd.

We didn’t make it three feet before we were stopped.

“Styles! Elliot! You two and your little posse stay exactly where you are.” Harry and I both groaned at ourselves for standing out like a sore thumb. I never thought the day would come where I would regret being physically violent with Harry Styles, but alas, the day very well did come.

Niall and Callie didn’t make it very far either when they realized they were part of our ‘posse.’ Liam made it to the door, but once he looked behind him and saw all of his friends being held, he had clear sympathy written all over him and slowly walked back toward us.

“Now that is being a true friend, Li!” Harry grinned, slapping his shoulder, Liam glared at him and threw his arm off of him.

“Don’t talk to me right now you fuck.” He snapped. Harry was still grinning though at his decision to stay with up. “You owe me big time you dick licker.” He pointed at him and glared at me, clearly pissed at me too. He propped himself up on the alcohol table and muttered ‘assholes.’

It was chaos for a while, while the rest of the people tried to escape. I thought it was quite funny watching the teachers try to stop the kids. They would put their hands on them, but would get knocked back in return. The art teacher actually got pushed down by one of the senior football players, then got stepped on everywhere by other people escaping. Mr. Clark rushed to her side to aid her, he looked distressed and frantic, making all of us laugh. Principal Miles kept a close eye on us, I was actually debating on telling the ‘posse’ we should gang up on him while the teachers are distracted, then flee, but I decided not to considering he would probably end up in the hospital since he’s old and then would rat us out to the cops, getting us more charges than we would already have for the party in the first place.

Me, Liam and Harry sat on top of the alcohol table, which was pretty empty now, while Niall was in the toy car from earlier. Callie sat on the floor, resting her back along the side of the car, using Niall’s leg as a head rest. This is when I realized there was more than just our posse waiting with us.

Alyssa and Perrie were standing side-by-side with their arms folded across their fake chests and smacking on bright green gum. They looked at all of us in disgust, but to be completely honest, I don’t think they ran because they thought they were apart of our group.

I also saw the ginger kid from earlier standing still, scratching at a zit, looking like a little kid lost in an amusement park. I’m assuming he didn’t run because he was used to following authority figures and he felt he had to take responsibility for his actions for attending in the first place. I wanted to go up to him and tell him to make a break for it because he doesn’t fit in with our group at all.. we were the school’s worst nightmare, and he was the school’s wet dream.

After a while, the teachers gave up on trying to stop the kids. They stood by the kiddie pool, both of them looking disgusted with the multiple floating dildos in it. It was Miles turn to try to stop the escaping teens. He was pushing and shoving them, grabbing them by their arms, and even a few by their hair. Mr. Clark and the art teacher looked around the hall. They glared at us occasionally when they found something they thought was disturbing, like the container labeled ‘free condoms’ or the many different blow up sex dolls.

“This is your fault.” Harry whispered in my ear.

“Me? You’re the one who had me over your shoulder.”

“You had me in a headlock.”

“Well if you wouldn’t have kept poking me I wouldn’t have put you in a headlock!”

“If you weren’t such a massive cockblock, I wouldn’t have had to poke you in the first place.”

“I swear, I am going to kill you one day.”

“Well then I’ll warm hell up for you.”

“Will you two shut the hell up?” Liam snapped, leaning forward to look at the two of us. “Your stupid bitch fight got us in this situation in the first place, so I swear on my mother’s life I will slap both of you if either of you say another word.”

I raised my brows at him, feeling as if I just got told off by my father. Harry’s expression mirrored mine, and after Liam narrowed his eyes on us, we both muttered ‘sorry.’ Harry and I looked at each other, both of us trying to hold back our laughter. This reminded me of when we were younger and we got told off by one of our parents, we would have to try our hardest not to laugh. Harry and I were gripping the table so hard our knuckles turned white in order not to blow at Liam’s parental flip.

Soon enough, the hall was empty. Everyone somehow or another got away, and soon it was just Miles, the two teachers, me and Callie, the three musketeers, the bitches and the ginger.

Principal Miles walked toward us, shaking his head, laughing in irony, “Why am I not surprised that you are involved in this Styles?”

Harry shrugged, “Because of my amazing motivation and imagination.”

“In all fairness, we just attended the party, we didn’t plan it.” Callie spoke up.

“Yes, but I think the reason you all were pointed out was because you had a beat down in your group.” Mr. Clark said. “And for the record, if something like this pops up on the radar, your reputations don’t really help claim your innocence.” He points to everyone.

“Hey, I don’t think we’re that bad.” Liam says, causing Miles to laugh.

“Payne, on the last day of school, you and Styles decided to play a game of no pants in the cafeteria, while lunch was going on.” Every single one of us smiled at the memory.

That day was hilarious.. Harry, Niall, Liam and Louis spent the lunch period running up to people, pulling their pants down. Nobody was safe, not even the girls. They were caught when Niall accidently went behind the drama teacher and pulled her skirt down.

“Don’t know why you are laughing Mia, you and Callie left school half-way through the day.” Mr. Clark looked between the two of us.

“We both felt sick.” I say.

“I saw you two after school in Burger King.”

“A burger a day keeps the doctors away.” Callie said. The guys all snorted and even Mr. Clark was trying to hold back a laugh. He was a cool teacher, everyone loved his class. He’s always so relaxed and easy to have a laugh with. He’s one of those teachers you wouldn’t mess with because he treated you like an actual human being.

“Why is Ms. Roberts here?” Niall suddenly asked, pointing at the art teacher. I couldn’t remember her name for the life of me because I didn't have her class. However, Niall, Harry and Louis did and I couldn’t tell you how many times they would talk about the things they would do to her. She is what you would consider a hot teacher. Young, blonde, nice body, always wore red lipstick and heels. It was weird seeing her in a loose tank-top, shorts, and Bohemian sandals.

“Okay, since we have all established that they’re trouble making hooligans, why are we here?” Alyssa spoke up, still chewing her gum. Perrie was behind her, nodding along.

Mr. Clark turned to them, “Honestly, you didn’t run fast enough.” She rolled her eyes and I, along with the others of our ‘posse’ began to laugh hysterically.

Ms. Roberts walked over to Mr. Clark and gave him an unreadable look, “Hello ma’am, would you like a drink?” Liam smiled, and Harry not-so-quietly belted out with more laughter.

Ms. Roberts shook her head and held a declining hand up, “I’m okay, thank you.”

Liam set the cup down and looked around the table, grinning to himself as he picked up a plate.

“Brownie?” He offered.

The fact that he just offered a teacher a pot brownie didn’t go unnoticed by any of us. Callie and I kept our laughter quiet and to ourselves, Alyssa and Perrie were actually smiling, the ginger even cracked a grin, but Niall and Harry’s hyena laughs echoed through the empty hall.

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