Remi-niscent

Chapter 2:

Brushing off the weirdness as nerves, I take a closer look around at those of us still remaining. A quick headcount shows we amount to about twenty, so I'm guessing we'll be in four or five different teams. 

While quietly observing the group not bothering to initiate contact as many of the others are, I notice that while the boys outnumber the girls, there seem to be distinct groups that already know each other.

Before I can take a closer look at who I will be spending the next few weeks with, the sergeant speaks up, "Right. Team 1, once your names have been called out, head to my left into the room with the Red door. Inside, you will find two quad bikes, two backpacks containing gear, and items you will need. Understand?"

He starts calling out people's names, and one by one, they head inside. Team 1 is red, Team 2 is blue, Team 3 is yellow, and Team 4 is purple. And when there are only four of us still standing outside, I risk a quick look around before cursing lightly under my breath, three guys? Seriously? Well this is gonna be fun. *Sighs internally*. Not.

"And last but not least, Team 5. As you can see these are your new team-mates. You will be Team green, head on in to your right and good luck."

With that, he ushers us inside. Awkwardly, everyone turns to look at each other and then head down towards the end of the corridor where we find a door painted dark green.

It swings open with an ominous creak, and as we enter, the lights automatically flicker on illuminating the room with a harsh white light. In the middle of the room are two shiny green quad bikes and the rest of the promised gear. My interest peaked, I scurry towards the bikes. With a quick inspection, I take note that the tanks on both bikes are full and everything else seems in order.

Satisfied, I turn around to see the boys gaping at me, which stops me dead in my tracks, "What?"

Yet they don't speak and just continue staring. "Helllo? Anybody home?" I say while waving a hand in front of their faces.

The boys jump back startled, and finally they react.

One steps forward, "Hey, I'm sorry about that, it's just we've never seen a girl whose first thought is to just go and look at some machinery."

The rest of his sentence is left to be implied, and I raise my eyebrows to give him a quick look up and down before chuckling, "A bit cocky much?"

"No, that's not what I meant!" The boy quickly points out, "And ouch, I'm not sure if I should be offended or not by the look of yours." He laughs, "But anyway to try explain ourselves it's just that in our circles we're kind of used to the type of females that throw themselves at anything that moves and is of the male species. Literally."

"You can say that again," mutters another of the two, while running a hand through his messy mop of hair.

"So I'm sorry if we came off rude, but we really just didn't expect anyone here to be different."

"Might need to find yourselves a new lot of friends then huh?" Laughing, I stick my hand out to the guys, "Okay, let's just start over then, shall we? I'm Remi."

The tall blond boy with the sky blue eyes who had talked first moves forward again, "Cool name, and nice to meet you Remi, the name's Jason, but you can call me Jase," He winks, grasping my outstretched hand and pulling me in for a bro hug.

Next is the boy with dark messy hair and a dangerous smile, "Hey Remi, I'm Tyler, but everyone just calls me Ty."

As he shakes my hand with his warm calloused one, it fully envelopes mine. And his voice. It's a deep, rich and smooth baritone. And oh boy, I'm in trouble.