To make things clear Wattpad deleted chapter three of this so I re-posted it. So if you got an email or something it is the same!
To be clear I have never shot a gun before but I tried to make this accurate.
READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END!
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Kennedy's P.O.V.
I woke up to Nash shaking me awake.
"What?" I say very annoyed. Mama loves her sleep, when she can get it. Nightmares are normal for me.
"If you want a shower you better go now, before the boys get it." Nash kindly says, with messed up hair and no shirt. A few of his tattoos are visible. Damn! He is fit. I wou- 'Stop!' My brain takes over my hormones.
"Oh." I say not knowing what to say. "Thanks Nash."
"No problem. Here's a towel." He puts a white towel on my lap and walks out of my room.
I smile at what a sweet heart he is. I drag my self out of bed and go into the bathroom to take a hot shower. It is like a normal shower but with me in it. I chuckle to myself at my horrid joke but then realize it is not funny and I'm retarded. Well played Kennedy. Well played. Note the sarcasm.
*Skips shower, since the author thinks you know what a shower is.*
After my shower I wrap a towel around me and dry myself off. This towel is so fluffy and soft. I kind of love it. Is that weird? Eh, who cares?
I walk back in my room and thankfully none of the boys saw me like this. Well I don't think any did. I hope not.
I zip open my suitcase and pull out an outfit. I choose a black bra and panties, a Black Veil Brides T-shirt, dark wash skinny jeans,nude gladiator studded sandals, and two brown and black leather cord bracelets which I place on my left wrist.
For my large amount of hair on my head I put it in high ponytail.
Then I apply a bit of black mascara and red lip gloss my dad packed for me. After that I brush my teeth because, well dental hygiene is important to me.
I open my door to reveal 4 fours in the doorway. "Can I help you?" I say confused.
"Teach us how to shoot. Now." Ryan commands. Harsh!
I nod. "Where are the guns?"
"Nash has some stored." Luke informs me. Nash enters his room and moments later comes back with 5 black and some silver, Glock 17s. He hand me a silver one.
I examine the gun briefly. "Perfect."
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Ashton's P.O.V.
We lead Kennedy downstairs to, what I like to call our 'Vilonce Room' . It has no windows has black metal walls with dents from punching and shit like that.
"First thing." Kennedy says rushing into our lesson. "You need a gun." Luke laughs a sarcastic laugh but, blows it off by saying it wasn't funny with a mean look. All of us grab a gun for ourselves.
"Second. You must remember to treat a gun whether it is loaded or not like it is." Kennedy teaches and we nod examining our guns and tracing our fingers over it's parts. Jeez that sounds dirty. ;)
"Then basically get a good aim and shoot." She says and then demonstrates landing exactly in the middle of a dent. Bang! "See I was aiming for that." Damn this bitch knows her shit. "Now you try." She steps back.
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Kennedy's P.O.V.
Ashton is first. He does well when he shoots, all though he is a bit jittery and pulls back the gun when he shoots. "Sorry. First time." He apologized. "It is ok, just remember to get a grip." I teach and then walk over to Ryan.
His cold eyes are fixed on the gun and he is shooting fast and amazingly. I am impressed. "Nice job, Ryan. Is this your first time?" He nods and mumbles a 'yes' through gripped teeth. Well somebody got up on the wrong side of the rainbow.
I glance over to Luke. He is jolting back similar to what Ashton was doing. I walk over and immediately instruct him to do something. "Don't move your arm back. Focus."
He tries again. It is a bit better. He shoots again and again and again till he is a bit better. "Good. Keep practicing." I command and he obeys.
Now it is time to check up on my favorite smoked-lunged person, Nash. He is shooting too well to be a first time shooter. "Don't tell me this is your first time shooting?"
"Third. I first shot when I was 11, 9 years ago. I was pretty good and practiced for a total of two, two hour sessions. I guess it just clicked." He replies putting his gun down and looking into my eyes while I look into his dazzling brown orbs.
"Oh. You are really good." I complement.
"Thanks babe."
"Babe?" Why did he call me babe?
"Sorry it's just, um never mind." He rambles.
"Oh, ok." I awkwardly walk away with curiosity camped in my brain. Babe? I try to push that word away and do so. I will think about it later
"Guys!" I yell and get their attention. They all bring down their guns which were about to shoot. "All of you can shoot. Some more than others but, you all can shoot. I am going to get out of here while you continue to practice. So don't kill each other. Who knows? Maybe someday you will be as good as me." I smile and dramatically flip my hair. Nash laughs silently but, loud enough for me to hear.
I walk out of the room feeling accomplished, even though what I am accomplishing is illegal.
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MUST READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE!
Hi guys! So I have another story if you don't know. It is an Our Second Life/Harry Styles fan fiction. Please go read. It is kind of like an 'Adopted by Kiandrea' thing. So when you are waiting for an update for this you can read that! :)
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