One Night Stand

Pay Back

Sierra POV

"What the fuck?! Get off me you leech!" I groaned but it was soon filled with excitement when I heard Kayla scream. I threw away the blankets and ran into the living room.

I bounced up and down, hands in fists, shouting; "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Alex scrambled in next, rubbing his eyes.

"Did she finally wake up?" He asked, looking at a storming Kayla. Ron looked scared shitless. I don't see why; Kayla was only 5 foot and he was 6 foot and on the football team. I cheered for my pink headed friend.

"Go Kayla!" I yelled. Ron dodged a punch.

"Come back here you dumb shit!" She screamed, letting out a warrior cry.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know I fell asleep on you! Please, don't kill me! I'm to gorgeous to die!" That broke me; I fell to the ground laughing, holding my stomach. It was at the point where I was crying. I couldn't even watch her pummel him.

   "Okay, okay. I surrender." I heard Ron give up. I groaned.

   "But it was just getting funny!" I whined. Alex chuckled and helped me up. I went to get some coffee and food, considering I was starving.

"Cofffeeee." I moaned. Everyone stared at me until Kayla piped in, "What? She's probably sex deprived."

My eyes widened and my face was Crimson. I looked at Alex who had stiffened. "W-what? No, I'm not. I-I just really like coffee." I stammered. Kayla gave me a look but let it slide. I swear she was some sort of devil sent from Satan himself.

The day was slow, and we were bored. We had been trying to come up with things to do, but no one was in their right minds today. "Paintball?" Ron asked. It was tempting, but the last time we did something with guns Kayla almost blew off someone's head.

"I'm not sure. Kayla shouldn't be handling guns anymore." Alex chuckled. I agreed.

"Oh come one guys! I'll be good, promise!" We passed a look around.

"Then it's settled. Paintball it is!" I yelled.

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Girls against boys. This is going to be fun. I could just hide while Kayla beats them all. Our instructor came out; and damn was he hot.

His hair was blonde and pulled back with gell, his blue eyes were dark and sparkling. He was tall, shorter than Alex but tall. Kayla had her jaw open staring as he showed us how to pull the lever, his muscles taught. I gave her a nudge and smirked down at her. I then noticed the way Ron glared at him. Was Ron jealous?

"Everyone set?" Our instructor, Liam, asked us. Kayla nodded. Oh boy, she was whipped; I only hope she gets her head in the game.

We started out in our shelter and while the clock ticked down five minutes I asked her; "You realize Liam was sending signals, right? And don't deny you like him; I saw how you ogled him." Kayla shrugged.

"Meh, he's okay. I was admiring the gun mostly." Her voice was whisper soft, rare for her. I nodded. Should I tell her about Ron? He looked pissed that she was eye raping him.

The buzzer went off. Time to start. We had a game plan set in motion already; I would be hiding in the bushes, Kayla in the trees. I was going to make a noise whenever the boys came around, and she would shoot them. Easy peasy.

   We ran out and into the jungle part of the field. I jumped into one of the bushes. I watched Kayla climb a tree with ease and sit on a high branch.

   We waited for awhile. I got slightly destracted, the birds chirped and leaves flew around. That's why I'd don't hear Kayla scream for me to run. A minute later I was running for my life.

   I heard Kayla give out a cry and started swearing. "You need to get Alex! I'm dead!" I stopped and fell to my knees.

   "No! I lost her!" I cried dramatically before starting to run. I had to paintball Alex. I was going to die, and I knew it. I started walking, catching my breath.

   A branch snapped, I looked around. I cocked my gun and spun around. I looked up in the trees and caught Alex. Prepare to die. If I didn't die first.

   I pretended not to notice him and continued looking around. There was a thud; I spun around and started during my gun. There was many grunts and when I looked at Alex and I laughed. He was covered- head to toe- in different colours of paint. I waked to him.

   "That's for shredding my dress."