Harold Captain Underpants Movie Novels & Stories

He didn't move an inch. "I don't think the slap your boss received is worth executing this poor little girl," Warren said teasingly. "He is a man after all, is he too much of a wimp to fight his own battles? Where is the macho man who was molesting this other girl here?" It was clear that Warren was trying to antagonize Harold and his men. Although his cheek were already red from the slap he received, Harold became even more red in the face when he heard Warren's taunts. It was clear that Warren was begging to be killed.

“I had to see her butt cheeks. She’s got a nice pair of ass.” I stared at Harold deeper, waiting to see how he’d react to the mention of Vicki’s ass. He laughed. An actual laugh. It threw me off my fury. Made me wonder what was so funny. “What’s so funny?” I asked him, feeling at a loss. “You,” Harold wiped tears from his eyes. “It’s funny how you manage to say the most ludicrous things with such a straight face.” “It’s not ludicrous. It’s my opinion,” I lifted my chin indignantly. Deep down, I was relieved that the pit in my stomach was gone. He hadn’t slept with Vicki.

He was supposed to be my teammate, my responsibility as captain, but right now, looking down at him, all I wanted to do was pin him against the glass and wipe that arrogant smile right off his face. "You're in my way, Captain," Jules panted, his voice dripping with that fake innocence that always made my jaw tick. He pushed his helmet up, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, completely unfazed by the fact that I was towering over him. "Unless you're planning to ask me out, you need to back off." I leaned in closer, letting him feel the sheer size of me, letting him smell the sweat and the cold air clinging to my jersey.

The moment he pulled up his pants, over a dozen people rushed in, holding sticks. They looked intimidating with tattoos inked on them. It was obvious they were gangsters and looked the part very much. Harold appeared next, wearing a menacing grin as he said, “Weren’t you the best? You could take four versus one, right? I have 14 people here for you. Let’s see if you’re really that good at fighting and if you can still be as arrogant!” Harold made a wave after that, and the 14 men rushed up, looking aggressive with their sticks. Harold himself left the washroom worried that he would accidentally get hurt and also because the public washroom reeked.

The video zoomed in close right as Brayden leaned down and pressed that slow, deliberate kiss against my flushed cheek. The caption across the bottom of the screen read: Star hockey captain drops the gloves on his own identical twin brother over a freshman. The drama is drama-ing at Berkeley. "The comments are absolutely brutal, by the way," the pink-haired girl whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and fake sympathy. "The campus gossip pages are already reposting it everywhere. Half the athletic boards are calling you a total homewrecker, and the hockey groupies are basically labeling you a puck-bunny who manipulated her way into the captain’s penthouse apartment."

Lana smiled at me before walking out of the room. I picked up my phone as I got out of the I*******m page of Cole Donovan, second-year student and the hockey captain of the school and also a member of the Blackwood Boys. The Blackwood Boys were three best friends, and that consisted of Cole, Zane, and Nolan. These boys were known for their charm, their good looks, and also how wealthy they were considering that they came from good backgrounds, and it was rumoured that their parents had shares in the school, but amongst all of them, the least you would want to get involved with was Cole.

Harold covers me so they can't see me because I'm a small person. “Tang.mother Ho! You're so legit to gag, aren't you?!” Richmoon's voice echoed. I immediately led Harold and when the three saw me, they were suddenly stunned. I saw Richmoon immediately cover his mouth. I frowned when I saw them. "Why are you sweating? And you are still very dirty."

“You allowed us to spend that money! You said we shouldn’t let Coco spend any of it!” The couple began airing each other’s dirty laundry. However, Lucas was focused on Harold. The chaos at Comic Con had been orchestrated by Harold. “Tell me, why did you cause such a commotion that day?” Lucas asked Harold coldly. Harold answered timidly, “I just wanted to ask Coco for some money. I-I didn’t expect everything to blow up...” “Really?” Lucas sneered. “Then how do you explain the 3 million dollars that suddenly appeared in your bank account?”

Even the bruises from the game didn't do anything to muffle that dull throb. Harold' really had a bad day. It was one of these kinda days that I feared the most, where something triggered him -even the smallest thing, and he'd turn Hulk mood in no time. He was fat, lame and a lazy piece of shit; but he was over six feet tall and his outline was twice mine, so if he wants he can do damage. You know how he gets.