"Now there are ten limos waiting outside to take you to the destination. So, ten girls in one limo. Decide yourself who's going in which. Hop to it!"
I planned on just going into whichever limo was the last, but Aiden came and dragged me over to the first limo in line, along with Trish. Well. Atleast I was sitting with friends.
I noticed that mostly Fakes came into the car with us, all acting like they were God's gift to mankind. I groaned. It was going to be a long ride.
We arrived at the bowling arena and I thankfully clambered out. I had been stuck with listening to two of the Fakes argue about who's eyelashes were longer.
Insert shudder here.
Aiden and Trish followed me out, and since we were in the first limo, we were one of the first people there. The arena was huge, with sleekly-polished alleys and balls. I realized that the enitre arena must have been rented for us, as there was no one else other than us. Soon the rest of the girls came in, along with the permanent-smiling lady. She announced that there were ten games, and ten girls would be in one game. She then picked out girls at random and put them together.
Me and Aiden were together, thankfully. But the rest of the girls in our group were Fakes.
Just great. That was exactly what I wanted. Note the sarcasm.
The permanent-smiling lady said that each girl in every team would get ten turns. The "team" which got the highest points altogether would win the challenge. Our team got the last bowling alley to the extreme right. Aiden's turn was first up, then mine, then the rest of the Fakes.
"Is this your first time bowling, Aiden?" I asked her.
"No. You?" She replied. I shook my head.
She grinned. "Well, then let's beat these other teams!"
She took her ball and got into position. I was the only one watching her; the Fakes were too busy admiring their painted nails or yakking away on their phones.
I suddenly noticed the One Direction boys coming in. I became self-conscious of the fact that they would be watching us, but then I told myself I was being ridiculous.
Aiden rolled the ball. Would it knock down the pins? Would it go in the gutter? The suspense was killing me.
It knocked down six pins. On her second try, she managed to knock down three more, narrowly missing the last one. She had an excellent score. I couldn't possibly hope to beat that. With my luck, my ball would probably go flying out the window.
I got my ball and took my stance, before using as much momentum as I could and rolling it. The ball came close to going in the gutter but it managed to knock down seven pins. On my second try, I knocked down two more. I had gotten the same score as Aiden. I punched the air. "Yeah, buddy!"
Aiden laughed before telling a Fake, whose name was Brit, that it was her turn. I watched Brit struggle to pick up a ball with her long talon-like nails. She eventually rolled it and it went down the gutter. Her second try was no better.
I groaned. We were a team, and how would we win if we didn't all get amazing scores? The rest of the Fakes were the same as Brit, either making their balls go in the gutter or knocking down one to three pins. So that meant Aiden and I had to be extra-good to make up for them. We both managed to get either strikes or near strikes.
I was on my last turn when it happened. Our team had a pretty good score, thanks to Aiden and me. I got excited because of this, so I put more momentum and force into rolling this ball then I had put in rolling the others.
The ball flew sideways, before a thud was heard and a person groaned loudly. My eyes widened to the size of golf-balls. I had hit someone.
I turned to look at who I had hit, and my heart stopped.
Because lying on the floor and clutching his right shoulder, was Louis Tomlinson.
"Oops." I said.