Secret Royalty

Chapter Fifteen

A shorter chapter this is, but much is soon to come. Quick reminder, though, that if you enjoyed this, please take a second to vote and comment- it helps me much! ONWARDS :3

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After work I drove home to change for laser tag. My hand and chest were still aching, but I made a point of going anyways. Before leaving, I grabbed Jed’s sweatshirt incase I got cold and started driving to meet up with Dean

He pulled up next to me, jumped out, and opened my door. “How are you?” he asked, pulling at his plug.

“I feel better. My hand still aches, but I’m sure I’ll still beat you like in school,” I smirked, bumping my hip into his side. He let out a fake groan.

While I reached for the door, my messenger bag thumped against my thigh, reminding me of something. I reached down into a pocket. “Jed wants you to call him before we start,” I stated, checking my Blackberry for any new messages.

Dean huffed, nevertheless pulling out his own phone and calling my boyfriend. Dean said a series of the same things over and over again. “Yes, sure, yeah, I know, Dude, we are fine, yes, I promise.” When finished, he shoved his phone back into his jeans.

“Your boyfriend is overprotective.”

“And Pierce isn’t?”

“Sush.”

I held my phone closely to his face. “I even have a text.” It read: ‘I’ll kill you.”

He pushed me away. “That’s great, but let’s pay for the goddamned tickets.”

“Fine,” I huffed.

After giving our money away to sixteen year-olds, we hiked up the stairs, signed up for the rest of the games, and got suited up. “Ready to kill little boy’s asses?” I asked with a devilish smirk.

He chuckled, running into our recharge station. “Hell yeah.” Dean pushed back his dark hair, the starting noise sounded, and we ran.

Dean and I ran to our secret-hiding-murdering-entertainment-spot and got ready. There was a set of stairs with a dark area behind. The area was perfect for aiming. It was only a few short seconds before an eight-year old ran past. With both Dean and I shooting him each five times, he was dead in a second.

“Time to go recharge youthling!” I shouted at the sweaty kid who grimaced and ran off.

“Seriously?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

I felt powerful. “Seriously.”

On our fifth round in Mark found us. He didn’t even know that we were there, but he found our lucky spot.

“Oh, hey guys,” Mark said, slightly flustered. He sat down next to Dean.

Mark had eyes that changed color. Some people swore he wore contacts, but I have first-hand proof that it was natural. Sometimes they were brown, other times they were a dirty yellow. Mark also had the shaggiest brown hair in the world. It ended just above his chin, and, like Pierce, he was always pushing it out of his face. I don’t even know how many times I’d tell him to cut it, nevertheless his glares afterwards. On his eyebrow sat a small piercing, as well as his lip (he liked to switch them with his mood) and his chin was always scruffy with a sad looking goatee. Mark was a hysterical drunken oddity, unless you brought up the topic of Alice. Then hell was broken and dragons spit out of his mouth. Well, not the dragon part.

After teaming up, every kid who walked past our spot sauntered to their recharge station with a depressed look on their face. We killed them all within a matter of seconds. Occasionally, each of us would have to make a trip to recharge ourselves, but we needed to shoot more eight year-olds.

When the laser tag was finally at the time of closing, we paid the guys extra for one more round alone. It was a round of death, sweat, tears, and glory. We each had a corner to ourselves-the fourth as a recharge station- and when the music sounded, signaling our start, we ran like hell to try to shoot the crap out of one another. I felt like a Senior again.

In the end, I won by three kills and Mark was hopelessly last. I always had beaten Dean when we were younger, but never by only three kills. He must have been secretly practicing.

Dean and I were planning on heading to Dairy Queen, and when asked, Mark declined, saying that he needed to do things back at home. After the two-minute drive to our favorite ice cream stop, Dean and I rambled in and ordered our ‘must-haves’.

We sat ourselves down and dined like kings. Dean had his dirty green Vans propped up on the table and I devoured my Blizzard in seconds. “Are you and Pierce officially together now?” I asked curiously, “she hasn’t said anything.”

He tossed hip cup into the trash without sitting up. “Yeah, before we wrote the song for the more recent Basement Bash, we worked it all out.”

“What was the problem originally?”

“Well, she has told me not to tell you this, in fear of memories, but she thought I was cheating. I wasn’t, of course, but for months she secretly believed that I was with some slut, until she finally asked me and I answered truthfully. It took loads of convincing,” he smirked, “but I got my little girl back.”

I could tell then, just by the way he was speaking, and that fainted sparkle in his eye that he really did love Pierce. Their relationship had many up and downs, but I was glad he was there for her. She needed someone other than Ethan to keep her dramatics calm. Dean was perfect for Pierce; he had a slight edge, yet a caring heart and once you dug down, Pierce was a mushy, love bird herself- even if she wouldn’t admit it.

We went out to our parked cars.

“Wear protection,” Dean called from the other side of the parking lot.

My eyes rolled. “You were supposed to rape me, remember?” I teased with a goofy grin plastered onto my face. We drove home afterwards.