27: No One

A Christmas themed pep rally. Jolly.

The whole school is in the gym. I'm sitting in the back of the senior section with Levi and Emma. They're having their own conversation amongst themselves so I pull out my phone.

'Pep rallies suck.'

His reply is quick, 'But you get to see me in a tutu.'

A what now? I look at my phone confused at Oliver's text. I wonder if it autocorrected from what he meant to say. Him wearing a tutu didn't exactly make sense to me. I look around, trying to catch sight of him anywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. I sink into my seat and look over to Levi and Emma who are now both looking at me.

"Who you looking for?" Emma asks me.

I cross my arms and shrug at her, looking back out into the crowds of hormonal teens, "No one."

Oliver Grey is the complete opposite of no one.

The lights go off and everyone screams into the darkness. God, how I hate teenagers sometimes. The yelling finally comes to a stop and the beginning of a Christmas song starts playing.

The lights come back on, warranting another scream from the hoard of students. But everyone goes quiet as they spot the pom and cheer squads standing at attention.

And then everyone goes wild when the song changes to 'My neck, My back'. I can't help but roll my eyes at the song choice. Every time a bad word is sung there's a quick silence to block it out. Whoever had the job of editing that, I am so sorry.

I look at the cheerleaders, wondering why Emma wasn't there with them, but when I turn to her to ask, her face says it all. She looks like she might puke, her face is in pure disgust at the amount of booty shaking that's going on. I am too, I only shake my ass for myself, in my bathroom with the door locked. This is a whole new level of porn.

My prayers are answered when the gym doors swing open and five football players come running in yelling attack. The music shifts to a different track, 'Waltz of the Flowers' from the Nutcracker. Water balloons start flying, hitting all the cheerleaders who were twerking, I mean, dancing.

I look to the five boys that crashed the rally and see them all in pink tutus. They're doing little spins and jumps before each water balloon they throw. A smile reaches my lips when I spot Oliver in his tutu, throwing a balloon that lands on Ally's head.

The rest of the football team comes running in with buckets full of water balloons. The students were punching and shoving, trying to get out, but the football boys were already throwing balloons into the crowd. Soon enough, most of the school was soaked in water and leftover balloon.

"Hazel, come on!" Levi yells to me.

I turn to look at him and rush to him and Emma. We hurry down to the gym floor and join the fight. I grab a water balloon and randomly throw it. I laugh when it hits Emma square in the chest, soaking her shirt.

I run away when she looks at me and raises a balloon up, aiming it at me. I look back, but she's lost in the ever growing crowd of students in the gym. I stop to look around at the chaotic sight. The teachers have pretty much given up on trying to control whatever is going on.

I feel lucky to still be dry while most of the people around me have been hit at least once by a balloon. My luck doesn't last though when a balloon is smashed over my head, soaking my hair and my shirt.

"I got you wet," A voice says from behind me, leaning close to my ear so I can hear.

I turn around to see who it is. None other than Oliver, in his pink tutu with a smirk playing on his lips, is staring down at me.

I try not to smile at his little play of words, but my lips tug upwards. I take in Oliver's appearance, he had a tiara on that I hadn't noticed before and it matched perfectly with his pink tutu.

"Is this your big senior prank?"

I have to yell so that he can hear me over the screaming that's going on. With the classical music and the students laughing and running it felt like a weird party nobody asked for.

"You like it?" Hs looks around at his masterpiece.

I nod at him, "Best one, for now."

He raises his eyebrows at me and puts his hands on my waist to bring me in closer so that we don't have to yell at each other. His head leans down so that we're at eye level.

"For now?"

I still have my prank to pull, don't I? But I don't say anything, instead I give him a mischievous smile and smash the balloon that I had hidden in my hand over the top of his head. The splash hits me too, getting my shirt more wet than it already was. He stands up straight from shock, shaking his head which sprays more water on me. His hair gets stuck to his forehead, right above his eyes.

Oliver opens his eyes after the water stops dripping onto his face so much and glares at me. I want to run away but his hands are still hard set on my waist, keeping me in place.

His eyes fall down, but not to my lips, farther down. I look down too, thinking I have something on my shirt. I was wearing a white shirt, and now it was soaked through because of the balloon I smashed on Oliver's head. My red bra was showing through the shirt and I could guess that my cheeks looked the same color.

"You did it to yourself."

I roll my eyes at his comment and try to cross my arms over my bra to hide it, but it only makes it worse. The shirt clings to my skin and my crossed arms only make the red bra more noticeable. I huff and uncross my arms in defeat.

Oliver then let's go of my waist and I stare at him, a little sad that his warmth is gone and the cold water seeps more into my skin. He stays standing close to me and shrugs his jacket off. Oliver then swings it over my shoulders and covers me up. The jacket, while wet, still smells like vanilla and teakwood. I breathe it in, closing my eyes, finally getting the smell of wet sock out of my nose.

I open my eyes to meet Oliver's gaze and he's just silently staring at me. He grunts and whispers something that looks like 'hot', but I don't trust my lip reading skills. Still, I blush.

My eyes flit down to his shirt that's also soaked. The black cloth sticks to his lean torso, making the whole ballerina look he's trying to pull off even better. Now he just has to point his toes and he'll be set.

I look back up to him and he's about to speak, when the intercom comes on with a screech. Everyone stops throwing balloons and running around, looking up to the ceiling.

"Oliver Grey, Grayson Adams, to the principal's office. Now!"

There's feedback from the intercom again when whoever's speaking yells and then shuts it off.

I look at Oliver with a smile, "You got caught."

"Definitely worth it," He winks at me and walks off, grabbing Grayson on the way.