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18.

We go back to the house and Nash puts up a video.

"You guys recorded us while we were there?"

"Yup. It was fucking hilarious to." Taylor says cracking up. I roll my eyes and Nash plays the video.

I watch as I see myself shooting cardboard people. I shot a couple of them in really funny places.

"I wouldn't get in your way with a gun. You shot most of them in the dick." Matt says laughing.

"Yeah and in the head." Shawn points out.

"Yeah and you're lucky that they were paintball guns or I would've killed you guys!" I say to them. They laugh and continue watching the video. I have some really good shooting skills.

"Okay so we know that you have good shooting skills Bee, how good are you at fist fighting?" Taylor asks standing up. I shrug.

"I'm not sure."

"Okay stand up." I do. "Punch my stomach." He says pointing to his stomach.

"What?"

"Punch my stomach." I roll my eyes and put my right hand in a fist and punch his stomach. I cry out.

"That fucking hurt." I rub my knuckles. He lifts his shirt up.

"Rock hard abs baby." He winks at me and I punch his face. "Okay that hurt that time." He says and try's to fix his jaw. I hear it click a couple times.

"Sorry." I say laughing.

"You're a soft puncher, you need to train on your punching. Can you kick?" I look at him and smirk. I kick his nuts and everyone else cracks up laughing. "Okay you can definitely kick." He drops to the ground holding his nuts.

"Well let's get to training you girls up then. Ce on guys." Cam escorts me and Candice outside. Let's get this party started shall we?