Facing My Mates

Chapter Seven

Guy in pic above is Davy. I honestly like him more than Tyson, and you can see why. Just imagine him without the facial hair and that's Davy for you!

On second thought...he looks better with the facial hair. Keep him how he is. Here's the story for you guys!

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The next week was very boring. Tyson was gone because he had some pre-alpha duties, and I had school. So you could imagine how boring it was without anything to do. I was sprawled across the couch surfing the TV with Sammy and Lisa next to me. Sammy thought it would be a good idea to have some "girl time". Sammy was painting her nails and Lisa was flipping through a magazine. I sighed loudly and finally settled on a show while Sammy just rolled her eyes at me. I put my head on Sammy's lap and looked into her annoyed eyes.

I sighed once again. "Can we do something?"

"We are doing something," Sammy huffed, pointing to the TV.

"No. I mean something fun. This is boring," I whined.

Sammy looked at Lisa, silently asking for help. Lisa just shrugged.

Sammy sighed, and I could tell that she was giving in. "What did you have in mind?"

I grinned evilly and got up, gripping a water bottle in my hands. "Let's go..." I did a drum roll. "Paint-balling!"

Sammy's eyes widened and she shook her head. "No. No, no, no, no, no! I will NOT go paint-balling. Ever!"

Lisa stood up next to me and put her hands on her hips. "Come on, Sammy. Haley and I did things we don't like, but you like it. So now it's your turn!"

"No! I vowed that I would never go paint-balling!"

"Come on! Don't be a party pooper!" I chided.

Sammy shook her head violently. "No! Never!"

"You leave us no choice then," I sighed. I grabbed Sammy's arms while Lisa grabbed her legs. We picked her up while she kicked and screamed, struggling to get free. We walked out the front door and threw Sammy in the back of Lisa's car. We quickly got in the car and drove down the road.

"You guys can't just kidnap me!" Sammy screamed.

I cringed at her pitch and Lisa just rolled her eyes. "You're coming paint-balling with us, no matter what."

I nodded and turned around to keep an eye on her. "You're not going to get out of this." Sammy sighed and slumped down in her seat.

About thirty minutes later we stopped in front of the building and got out of the car. We all walked up to the building and got signed up into different teams. I was on the red team, Lisa was on blue, and Sammy was on green. (A/N: I've never done this before so I'm making this up as I go.) I walked up to my team. There were three guys and two girls.

I grinned at the guys and one of them handed me a gun, another handed me a vest, and the last returned my smile. I lifted my head high as soon as my vest was on and the gun strapped to my side. "I assume that you four," I said, pointing to two of the boys and the two girls, "are on a date."

Their mouths dropped open and nodded in amazement. I then turned to the brunette with blonde highlights and looked him up and down. Strong build, not lanky like the other two. He might be the strongest of this lot. My eyes darted back up to his face and saw how his facial hair complimented his whole look. "And I assume that you're the awkward third-wheel. Am I right?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.

He smirked and let out a little laugh. "Nah, I just met these love birds. So tell me, what's your name?"

"Haley, and you?"