Cliché [LT Fanfiction]

Chapter Nine

"Goddamit!" Alexis whined. "¿Why do I always crash into you?"
Larry chuckled. "I just wanna see what you about."
"After years, you should already know." She grunted her teeth.
"Is that right?" He crossed his arms.
"It ain't wrong."

Mari is highly irritated by them going at it all the time, but she's also intrigued by the chemistry in the air. She can see it more in Larry's body language than in Alexis' body language, but... nonetheless, it's still there. "I'll be watching," she smirked, "Larry, this is your call."

"Mari don't make me have to practice with him!" Alexis whined.
"Sorry. His call."

Alexis sighed. "Hurry up and let's get this over with. I'm dreading all the time I'm spending in your sight." She said.

"Let's get started."

Larry led her over to the gun range. He handed her glasses, a gun with a suppressor and a beam on it, which she snatched from him. "I'm being nice to yo ass and you're still being a fuckin' asshole," Larry threw his hands up in frustration.

"Don't be," Alexis growled. She took off her prescription glasses and sat them on the table. Lary shook his head as she walked past him. "Chest shots," he gets back to business, keeping it simple... and short. She got in front of the lane and loaded her gun. Mari turned on Alexis' lane and watched her closely.

Alexis shoots him a mean glare then turns her head back. She squints her eyes to see. Everything is all blurry due to her losing her prescription glasses. A cardboard person shows up and she shoots it in the stomach instead of in the chest.

"Dammit!" She says.
"You can blow up cop cars and shoot people directly in the head but can't even make a chest shot into a cardboard person?" Larry teased her.

"Well maybe I can if I was able to see! You fucking asshole!" She yells at him. Alexis never takes her glasses off, so she's just now realizing how much she needs them. "Go ahead," Larry rolls his eyes, "Put your glasses back on." Alexis snatches her protection glasses off and tosses them to Larry, who off-guardly catches them.

She puts on her glasses and goes back to her isle of the shooting range. She takes the gun and aims it. The cardboard targets are moving at a fast speed. She waits for the perfect shot and takes it. Got it! She thought. The fact that she got it on her first try shocks Mari and Larry who exchange looks. "Keep going!" Larry tells her, waiting on her to fail. "You're not finished."

Alexis nodded and went back to shooting her targets. Her chest shots were amazing. Even though they all weren't in the same spot, nonetheless, they were still chest shots. I've never seen a rookie hit that many straight chest shots, she rubbed her chin.

Mari watched them practice for 2 hours straight, and it was intense. There's so much anger in both of them, but also some passion in Larry. Alexis didn't show any chemistry in Larry; she hates his guts, but somehow, there was flickering between romantic and sexual chemistry without words being said-all in the body language!

"You still have much to learn," he says watching her miss a couple headshots. He tapped his lip and watched her as she switched between head and neck shots. She slammed the gun down in frustration and walked off, giving up entirely. "Where are you going?" Larry called out to her.

"Fuck you, Larry!" She screamed at him. "No matter what I do, you're never happy with it! ...but yet, you keep wasting your time with me! ¿If 'I can't do anything right,' why the fuck do you keep bothering me?"

"Woah, woah, wait a minute..." Larry said. "I never said you can't do anything right, now." Alexis rolled her eyes, searching for words. "You act like it!"