Correct Aim

Part 4: Her eyes.....

Soooooo...... I kinda want you to know that..... I'm not really good with romance to the point that my reader could scream 'They're soo cuteeee!' or the leading guy is cute ( even though sometimes, that's my reaction ).

Soooooo....... be WARNED!

Oh! And if you spotted that I do not use big, hard words is because I'm not a total English speaking person. Just so you know. :D

And you will see the huge difference with Vincent in this chapter.

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I slowly let out a breathe, feeling a trail of sweat sliding down my face. I tightened my hold at my arrow then slowly-and gracefully as I can, released the strained arrow to the target.

I quickly hid my hand behind my back crossing my fingers. Reciting constant please's, just so that the arrow would miraculously hit the target.

The sound of the arrow hitting the target didn't miss my hearing. At first, I didn't want to open my eyes not because of Blaise's reaction but because of the score I got.

I opened my eyes at the sound of claps that belonged to Blaise who was training me every.single.time. This guy's training was the worst. It was like I was pampered in a torture room for two hundred years. Even though it's been only two and a half months.

But you know the saying in after every rain is a rainbow? I'd say mine is similar but the rain is actually sweat and the rainbow is actually me being able to hit the target.

"You made my pants wet kid" I raised a brow and took a glance.

"Fudge, not 'that' wet pants." I got confused. He showed both his hands and then demonstrated that he'd been wiping them on his pants. Oh...... 'that' wet pants.

I smirked. "Seriously dude I thought-" he cut me off pointing slowly at the target.

"See for yourself-" He barely finished 'cause a group of girls suddenly squealed.

"WE LOVE YOU VINCENT!!! KYAAAAAHHH!!!"

Normally, I would give them my smirk and make an exaggerated bow, while giving free flying kisses to whoever..... but I noticed that I had a weird change of way to accept my fan's delight. You know the way you're body goes rigid because of the unwanted attention? Yeah, stiffen? That, I did.

Then suddenly, a smart idea came to me.

I started to walk towards them but I spotted someone. My heart started to flutter and hopeful thoughts ran straight through my head.

Did she saw me?

Did she saw how much I improved?

Was my training worth it?

I stood in front of her and somehow, something awakened inside me that made me...... feel different..... like another person. I never knew I had the strength to take her hand in mine which immediately sent small shocks through my fingertips straight to my thudding heart which doubled it's phase.

I led her inside the training room never releasing my gaze at those brownish eyes. I swear they made all the chocolates ashamed. If only I could shove them out of her face and hide it forever-but NO, that would be gruesome. And I like it the way those eyes stare at me with that angelic face.

I heard a loud banging of the door but I never caught on it because I shoved a thread of hair aside her face. Three words made me still.

I'M SO WHIPPED. I moisten my lips and gulped.

Ignoring Blaise's clearing throat, I started to form words to ask her ou-to come with me at the tournament. You know? Amateur thing?

I gulped thinking how to say this. Awkwardness started to stir in the room, my hands holding hers (and I don't even know if she's grossed out with wet palms),and me just staring at her brownish eyes with my thudding heart. Damn. I gotta do this now or never.

With a deep intake of breath, "Sam would you-"

"SAMANTHA!!!!!" a deep voice shouted from the door making our eyes turn. A foreign looking guy was standing there with a huge backpack and it seems like he just came out of a sprinting tournament.

The good thing, I don't know him. The bad thing, I don't know who and what he is...

I took a glance at Samantha and it was worse than Blaise's torture to watch her run to the arms of the guy, chanting his name over and over again. It seems like the sharpest arrow sliced my broken heart into pieces repeatedly.

I placed my palm above my clenching heart and stared at the two people obviously ecstatic in seeing each other again.

This was just the perfect picture of two lovers not just because they reunited but because there is a person that gazes at them,rejected.

I took a few shaky breathes and slowly approached the exit. Blaise took a hold of my arm and gave me an unfamiliar look. I gently shoved my arm away.

After all their is nothing to do here.

I looked down and passed by the place where 'she' nearly shot my head. I caressed the tree's trunk feeling the hole her arrow made.

'So this is the feeling of being shot in the center,huh?'

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I told 'ya I'm not that great with romantic scene!!!

*cries!*

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