It's Called Revenge

First Date

Cindy's Point of View

"The fair?" I asked slowly, staring at the blinding lights that stood ahead of us, "You brought me to a fair."

Pierce laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist as we approached the front gates, pulling me into his side.

"You can't say you don't love fairs," He teased, "You told me you love them."

I just blushed and smiled up at him.

We went through the line, getting our bracelets to get on the rides in the fair.

I instantly pulled Pierce towards the cotton candy. He laughed, but allowed me to drag him.

"The blue one," I said to the lady that ran the booth.

She smiled warmly at me, a motherly smile. She looked to be in her late forties and her hair was graying. And her eyes were black. Pitch black.

I ignored my wolf and the Sun Goddess as they screamed 'danger'. The lady was harmless.

"It's called blue raspberry," Pierce laughed, but his voice was stiff as he stared at the woman.

He turned to me.

"I think I saw Marie over by the dunk tank," Pierce said, almost nervously, "Can you go and look for her?"

I nodded in confusion as I picked at my cotton candy and walked towards the dunk tank. Sure enough, Marie was there. With Simon.

"-all in the tank already, you asshole!" Marie was screaming, along with several other people.

I laughed, causing Marie to turn to me with a wide smile.

"Bestie!" she screeched and threw her arms around me. I stinker as she threw all of her weight on me, but kept myself up.

"Why are you screaming at the guy in the dunk tank?" I asked, feeling bad for the guy that was sitting in the dunk tank.

That is, until he called me out.

"He refused to fall into the dunk tank," Marie sighed.

Simon laughed, coming up and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

I was staring at the guy in the tank. He noticed me looking and turned his body to face me.

"Hey sweet cheeks!" The guy called in a familiar tone, "Wanna try and knock me down?"

I narrowed my eyes when he called me sweet cheeks, but turned back to Marie.

"Oh," The voice said, mocking sadness, "Another slut won't knock me down."

I scoffed, turning to face the guy angrily.

I stomped up to the counter angrily, putting a five dollar bill in the girls hand. She put five average sized base balls on the table in front of me before stepping back.

"I bet your going to miss," The guy teased, his brown eyes assessing me from head to toe.

I gritted my teeth and picked up one of the balls.

I stared at the guy, a slow smile coming to my face.

I didn't play soft ball and dodgeball for four years for nothing.

And I threw the ball.

The guys eyes widened when he saw my ball was headed straight for the target. He scrambled up, as if trying to get out of there.

The slowest speed I have ever thrown a ball was 93 mph. So when the ball came into contact with the target, I wasn't surprise when it nearly went through the target.