Nerf war, anyone? Don't know what that is? Wikipedia it. :P

Okay, I'll admit it. Not only was I shocked about having a potato sack being thrown over my head, I was shocked about the fact that a gun was being brought into the equation. This used to be about some stupid flash drive. Now it was getting serious. The actual problem was . . . HOW serious? How the hell was I supposed to know what had happened to Ivey? If the same people that currently have me have her . . . she could be dead by now.

The next question was simple; how the fuck did these dickheads get their hands on a gun?

"Alright, Miss Vuldana." The potato sack was taken off of my head (thankfully, as the smell was getting worse). "You're going to tell us everything about that USB stick, and you're going to do it now."

Edward Hudson . . . . who . . . . was a nerd. Or, at least, the guy was a part of the nerd clique in Sacred. It was odd – he was the only good looking nerd I've seen so far, and that's saying something. He had scruffy black hair, jade eyes and a good looking face. He also wore the usually unattractive green wool vest, a colour that normally belonged to the nerds – he, however, was wearing it rather nicely. In fact, it worked for him.

"Okay, first of all, you know this is childish, right?" I laughed once.

I was met with a gun. A real gun, which was surprising. I raised my eyebrows. I wasn't tied up, and while Ed here looked nice, I was sure I could take him in a fight. And plus, he was a nerd. Nerd can't fight.

"Okay, okay." I laughed. "This is how it's going to work – I tell you everything I know about the USB and you release Ivey-Lee Jones."

Edward laughed in return, pulling up a chair. "No, that's not how this is going to work. See, I'm going to put this gun to your head, and you're going to tell me everything you know as fast as you can."

Damn, this guy was making it hard. There was no way I'd be able to charm my way out of this, not with the other nerds lurking in the shadows, probably with their own machines of destruction.

"Look," I leaned forward, causing my forehead to touch with the barrel of the gun. "All I know is that Ivey was after this thing called a handbag that belonged to Elsie Prune, which turned out to be a flash drive. I don't know what's on it, but I know that she now has it."

"Because you found it and gave it to her?"

I nodded. "In exchange for my leaving the school. Permanently." I leaned back in the chair and crossed my arms. Edward didn't get it just yet, his eyes narrowing as he thought. "You know, I want to know how you got that gun."

"What, this thing?" He chuckled. "Dad uses it all the time."

"He a cop, is he?"


Actually, nobody knew what occupation Edward's father held. Not even Ivey, and she never actually tried to find out. She always changed the subject . . . which was odd.

"But you know, I'm very tempted to use this." He grinned a little. "It'd be . . . an experience."

"Killing another student is going to be an experience?" I rolled my eyes. This guy didn't know who he was dealing with.


To be honest, I was very concerned for my wellbeing. I wasn't going to show that to this douche-bag, though, because otherwise he'd call my bluff. But what happened next made me count my lucky stars.

Edward pulled the trigger, and I wasn't met with a bullet. Nope. I want you to guess what I was met with.

I lunged forward, grabbing the gun and Eddie in two strides. When I was expecting actually bullets to be fired at me, I was met with . . .

A nerf bullet?

"Drop him!"

"Let him go!"


I really needed to get back into the swing of things, but all the nerds started to run for it. Dropping Eddie and his "gun", I ran after one of the nerds I knew I could catch – Aron Kells. I grabbed him by the collar, taking his nerf gun and putting it to his temple.

"If you aren't all cowards, and value the strength of your clique, you'll all come back!"

This was a wicked turn of events, and I was actually proud of myself for thinking all of this up within seconds. Aron squirmed a little, and Eddie moved right out of the way when I dragged the brunette male back into the shed I was dragged to. He winced as I pulled off his tie, and used it to tie his hands behind his back.

I was lucky enough to be greeted by the whole of the nerd clique, except Elsie Prune. I frowned a little at her lack of appearance – either all of the guys didn't let the girls in on their little "adventure" or she and the rest of the girls didn't want any part in it.

"Alright." I stood up straight, and addressed the clique. "I want answers, and I want them now, or Kells becomes my nerf-dartboard. I have had a long, interesting, and quite frankly, ridiculous night. If you guys think you can beat me with a lighter that looks like a gun, and nerf bullets to try and hurt me, you're all wrong and you need a couple of females to help you come up with an actually decent plan . . . although, I'll give you points for creativity."

Most of the nerds were either looking away from me or at their feet, and the only one that actually looked at me was Ed, who seemed to actually be listening to me.

"Now, I want to know how you guys know about the handbag, and I want to know now. And don't just tell me that Prune told you about it."

Ed stood up. "Harry Gold told us."

"Harry Gold, huh?"

I walked around the circle. Of course Harry had told them – he couldn't tell his own clique because they would have found a way to get it themselves. They would have become selfish – stolen the info and hid it from Gold. At the moment, that guy wasn't my main concern.

"Okay, so where is Ivey-Lee?"

Eddie frowned, and the rest of the clique looked rather confused. "We don't know . . ."

"That's ridiculous." I scoffed. "You took her just like you took me – hell, you forced her door open."

"Vuldana, her door was already like that when we got there."

I couldn't believe it. While I know that it was highly impossible that nerds would have been able to out-smart Ivey, I didn't think that anybody else could . . . There was no other clique that had the intelligence to do it.

"Alright." I nodded slowly. The nerds apparently didn't have Ivey – and even if they did, they wouldn't have lied to me in this situation – Aron was under the spotlight and had a nerf gun trained to his head. "From now on, your whole clique works for me."


I strengthened my arm with the nerf gun in it, forcing the guy that spoke to stay silent, fearing for Aron's safety.

"Like I said. You guys all work for me now."

Now that I look back on the situation, I didn't ever think that I'd get involved with the clique war. Hell, I didn't think I'd ever get involved in Ivey's life. But at that point in time, I couldn't think of anything but to dominate. Back then, I thought being the king would get me everything. I can't tel you how very wrong I was.