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You aimed, and took your shot.
"Damn, I missed again." You slammed your gun down and pushed your hand through your messy hair.
You walked over and yanked the target closer to your standing point.
"Maybe I'll actually be able to shoot the freaking thing now." You grabbed your pistol and began shooting.
"Woah! Never use a gun while angry!" You heard a voice call from behind you.
You immediately turned around, not lowering your gun or taking your finger off the trigger.
"I'm sorry if I scared you, but please don't kill me! I came out here to shoot too!" He put his arms up in surrender.
"Jonathan Byers?" You'd seen him around school, but never bothered to talk to him, as he kept to himself mostly.
"Oh, so you know who I am?" He asked, curious as to how you knew him.
"Uh- yeah." You lowered your gun and laughed, "Y/N Y/L/N? I'm in your grade?"
He laughed as well, "I think I've seen you around..."
He put his bag down, and set his ammo and gun on your table.
"I believe this table belongs to me?"
"You can share, right Y/N?"
You looked into his eyes and seemed to get lost in them. Wait, what?
"Y/N?" He giggled and waved his hand in front of your face.
"Uh- sorry. You c-can use my supplies."
He nodded and loaded his gun. He took a shot and hit your target's bullseye.
Your jaw hung open as you looked between Jonathan and the target.
"I've been trying all day to do that! I barely even hit the target!" You pouted at crossed your arms.
"I'll teach you!" He got excited and picked up your gun, holding it out to you.
You grabbed it and quickly reloaded it. You clicked off the safety and held it up.
"How do I aim it just right?" You asked him, and he placed his hand on yours, adjusting it.
"Just take your time, you'll get it! I believe in you, Y/N!"
You blushed slightly and took the shot. You hit the bullseye.
"Ah! I did it!" You turned around and threw your arms around Jonathan.
His eyes widened in shock, and he didn't hug back instantly.
"I knew you could do it!" He pulled away, keeping his hands on your hips.
You put your gun on the table and looked back to him.
Before you knew it, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, and pushing your lips into his.
He kissed you back, and pulled away.
"I'll see you around school, Y/N." He winked and walked away.
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