Chapter: Twelve
Lyla was and Lydia were winning this game of lazer tag, they stayed together since they were a team and they watched eachothers backs as they looked around the corners at shot at the vest of their friends who were sneaking around trying to get a good attack on them.
"We've got this in the bag, let's separate and get as many as possible." Lydia says
"Alright, let's do this."
She watched as her sister disappeared around a corner and she gripped the lazer gun in her hands, she aimed it for anyone who would run past her and smirked in victory when their vest momentarily powered down.
They had 60 seconds and the teams were 2 groups of 3. Lyla and Lydia, Scott and Allison, and Stiles and Isaac.
She started creepy around the walls and kept her eyes on whoever she saw, she saw Lydia run passed and ran the opposite direction, she shot at Stiles who was looking confused and then she ran right passed him before he could power up and shoot at her vest.
However she made the unfortunate mistake of not knowing that Isaac would be anywhere near Stiles when she got him. They were the one group she didn't wanna end up head to head with considering they were tied.
There really is strength in numbers.
She felt her back hitting the wall in the corner and she gasped as Isaac helped himself into her space. She rolled her eyes, "Fine, you got me."
"I thought you and Lydia were staying together." He says with a grin before darting his tongue over his bottom lip.
His lips are really pink and Lyla has to force herself to look at anything but that, she can feel her heart racing in her chest. She hopes that Isaac can't tell how nervous she is underneath her unbothered front that's she's really good at putting up.
"You saw that?" She swallows
"Yes I did, you both have shot at us multiple times." Issac replies
"We're competitive, and we hate to lose. It's the Martin genes." Lyla shrugs with a smile.
She's noticed that Isaac has blocked her way of being able to shoot at his vest, she hopes Lydia has found a way to get as many of them as possible while she's otherwise.. distracted.
"What if I say you might get a choice in the matter of losing?" Isaac asked with a smug grin.
"Well, what are you planning Isaac?"
"I ask you one question, answer it truthfully and i'll let you win." He says
"Hmm.. depends on the question." Lyla says with a quirk in her brow.
Her breath uncontrollably hitches when Isaac brushes a strand of hair out of her face, her lips part and she blinks a couple times in surprise.
He's seen through her facade, he knows she's affected now.
He gives her an unreadable expression that makes her heart practically drop to the pit of her stomach, "Do you.. Lyla Martin.. want to kiss me as bad I want to kiss you?"
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