𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 || (Triple Frontier Fanfiction)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒 ~ 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

"Bullseye!"

"Damn, Zeremy. Well, why doesn't it surprise me you're good with a bow."

It's impressive to see a girl like Zeremy who is skilled with a bow and arrow. Her shots seem to be consistently spot on. Her technique is flawless and her aim is incredible. It's clear that she has been training hard to become a skilled archer. Her passion and drive are evident in the way she moves and fires the arrow and she seems more focused as she goes on, determined to improve and become even more skilled.

I watched her take aim at the target, her movements smooth and measured. She drew back the bowstring and released the arrow, and it shot through the air with a whistle before hitting the target dead center. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement watching her take down the targets without missing. Her eyes were sharp and focused like they were taking in every detail. She moved fast, shooting and loading arrows effortlessly, and each shot landed its mark.

She was a sight to behold on the field. Her ability to aim and focus is almost like a natural instinct.

She really is a Hawkeye.

Zeremy quips, her fiery spirit shines through her lighthearted banter, displaying her confidence and witty charm as she flashes a coy smile. "About time someone gives a man a haircut while he buys himself some pants."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes and respond with a snarky remark accompanied by a smirk, a sassy retort on my tongue. "Urgh, I hate your life, Zere," I reply with a hint of sarcasm. "Real witty, girl. You won't believe what I had yesterday for breakfast, smartass."

"What? I'm just saying your haircut is weird. At least Catfish's hair much better than yours, even his beard." She chided with a laugh as she set her bow and arrows aside on the table, stifling a chuckle at her playful jabs.

I let out a scoff, an amused chuckle escaping my lips as we faced each other once again. "Oh, really?" I shot back sarcastically before crossing my arms, a smirk playing on my face. "On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm off the charts, huh? Well, you always manage to irritate me."

She flashed a sassy smirk and replied with a tone dripping in sarcasm, "Ah, typical. Clearly, you relish in my misery." Despite the jesting tone, there was a hint of lightheartedness in her voice, indicating that she was merely enjoying our playful banter.

I burst into laughter, thoroughly entertained by Zeremy's playful attitude. With a wicked grin, I gently grip her vibrant orange undercut hair with my hands, giving it a playful shake as I speak in a cocky, jesting tone.

"And look who's being cheeky today? Still the same pain in the ass I knew before. You never change, hothead." I tease, my tone laced with affectionate exasperation then relinquish my grip on her hair as she stares at me, her cute, playful grumpy face reappearing. "You're insufferable, Hawkeye. I swear, you push my buttons like no one else can. But I must admit, your feisty personality does have a certain charm. Your level of irritation is off the charts, kid. You always find a way to get under my skin."

A mischievous smile lights up her face, and she replies with an air of confidence. "Oh, I know I irritate you. And trust me, I take great pleasure in doing so. It's one of my many talents." She pauses, her voice dripping with fake innocence. "But don't worry, I'll try to tone down my irresistibly irritating presence just for you, Major."

I roll my eyes, her mischievous demeanor never failing to rile me up. Despite my attempt to play it cool, a smile tugs at the corners of my lips. There's a hint of admiration in my tone, beneath the mock irritation.

"Oh, please. Your attempt to tone down your irritating presence is about as convincing as a unicorn riding a rainbow. You thrive on chaos, kid. And as much as I loathe it, I begrudgingly admit that your feisty attitude keeps things interesting. So keep doing your worst, but just remember that I can handle whatever you throw at me."