Let's Pretend We Never Happened

Chapter34/Born ready

*Tess' POV*

"Paintball" I blurted out as we walk inside, pushing the glass doors.

I've never played it. As much as I wanted to play it I was also scared.
Scared of getting shot, I know it's not a bullet but it just creeps me out. Back in NYC when me,Victoria and Ashton made a plan I bailed myself out at the twelfth hour and I remember both their faces where red like tomatoes. But I made my best puppy face and let them go all by themselves and allowed Keeping Up With The Kardashians to entertain me while they were away.

Yeah. Good times.
Like they say, old is gold.

Live in the present Tess, I murmur to myself and Dylan looks at me.

"What?" He asks taking two
tickets.

"Nothing" I say averting my gaze.

The person in charge gives us our masks to wear and tells us that they must not be taken off as they ensure that a paintball cannot be fired from any nearby marker and cause eye injury.

I look at the playing area and then someone grabs me by the waist.
"Game on baby" Dylan says, his large smirk gracing his face.

***

When we enter the area a tall thin girl bends in front of us to pick up the paper which just fell from her hand, giving us a show of her butt. I hit Dylan's arm slightly to stop him from staring at it. She then faces us and her long hair cascades down her body.

"Please listen to the instructions carefully" she informs us and then starts to read the paper.

"Opponents must have a minimum distance of 4.5 metres approx. You're prohibited from shooting if you are any closer than that" she speaks but Dylan interrupts her.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because getting marked from nearby or directly can cause a bruise, it may even welt or break skin causing bleeding and pain" She tells him and he says okay.

"A player is only considered to be hit if a paintball leaves a solid or good mark on the body of the opponent or anywhere on the equipments." She reads and Dylan starts speaking again.

"Don't you remember all of this? I mean you must be doing this everyday, haven't you memorised it yet?" He asks and she already looks irritated by his interrogation.

"Please ask questions regarding the game sir" She says and looks back at the paper she's holding.

Dylan looks at me and makes a face like a kid at Halloween was not allowed to eat the candy he collected.

"You cannot repeatedly shoot a player after they are eliminated from the game" she pauses while turning the page and then continues "Remember after a certain number of shots or upon a threshold rate of fire being achieved by the player, the gun will begin firing faster than the trigger is being pulled so you should have control and you may attempt to cheat by wiping the paint off, to pretend you weren't hit and try staying in the game but we have an eye on you" she says.

"I've got my ion you" he mocks and she shoots him an icy glare. I try my best to hold my laughter but giggle a little.

"La-" she begins to speak but he cuts her again, one of his oldest traits.

"How many rules do you have? I'm starting to regret bringing my girlfriend here, it seems like we're back in elementary school" he says and the look on her face is hilarious. She must be wondering why did she choose to have this job where she has to deal which such mentally ill people.