When we entered the team hall, I realized that the whole team must go here when they have free time. When we moved past the crowd that blocked my view, I discovered why. It seems like the entire cabin was a teens paradise. They had an indoor pool, a section for arcade games, video games, pool tables, and then another section blasting music to a crowd of dancers. I almost felt it was a party.
“Hey, there’s Perry and the guys!” Hunter grinned, “Come on, you’ll like them.”
“Okay,” I blushed as he grabbed my hand to pull me through the crowd.
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He brought me to the other side, near the dance floor, to a group of boys.
“Hey guys,” Hunter said as he let go of my hand, “This is Riley. She’s new here. This is Sam, Dereck, Casper, and of course, Perry.”
“Hey,” The guys nodded at me, holding thier red plastic cups.
Sam was a large guy, I realize everyone is huge when your my hieght, but I’m serious when I say he is a giant. I would say about six foot five, one and one half foot taller then myself. Not only that, but he was more ripped then the hulk. His smile, however, reminded me of prince charming.
Dereck was around five foot seven and had the clearest blue eyes I will ever see. He was thin, but he had small and defined muscles.
Casper reminded me of Taylor Laughtner which, of course, made me blush. The embarasing memory of watching sharkboy and Lavagirl over and over just because I had a crush on him popped into my head.
“So,” Dereck said, after putting his cup down on a nearby table, “What cabin are you in?”
“Four,” I said, watching there eyes widen.
“Don’t worry,” Hunter said, punching Dereck lightly in the shoulder, “She’s special.”
“Ah,” Sam smiled and looked at me, “Your very short.”
“Thanks,” I grumbled, “I hadn’t realized that.”
“It’s okay, shrimp,” He said, making Hunter chuckle, “Did you realize your a red head?”
“Corection,” I said lifting my chin up, “I’m a blonde, a strawberry blonde.”
“Fiesty,” He grinned.
“Not normally,” Hunter shook his head. He looked behind him and crossed his arms, staightening his back. “And hey, you, and me still have unfinished buisness.”
“That’s right,” Dereck bursted in, “That pool match! You guys have to get partners though.”
“I want Perry,” Hunter said, then looked towards his friend, “You in?”
“Yeah, I’ll get the poles,” Perry aggreed, with not one stutter.
“And I want Dereck.” Sam said, putting his hand on the scrawny boy’s shoulder.
“Ready to loose?” Dereck taunted Hunter, who shook his head.
“You cant even see the ball,” He retorted, reaching out to yank on Dereck’s long white -blonde hair.
“I don’t need to see to beat you,” He snorted,swatting Hunter’s hand away.
“Alright,” Sam shook his head, “Enough talk, time to play pool.”
We headed to the corner full of pool tables and found Perry putting the balls in the triangle. Hunter took one of the sticks that was leaning against the table and swiped a little box on the corner. He put the box on the tip of the stick and spun it around.
“What is he doing?” I asked out loud,
“You never played pool before?” A soft voice came from right beside me. I gasped and looked beside me to see Casper.
“No I haven’t.” I shook my head.
“Want me to teach you while they play?” he asked while picking up a pool stick.
“That sounds fun.” I smiled .
He walked to an empty table a little ways away and I followed. He grabbed another pool stick from a wall and handed it to me. Then he moved to grab a triangle and set up the game.
“So,” I asked, weary of the silence between myself and Casper. “Are you in Hunter’s cabin?”
“Yeah,” He rasped, “I’m the tech wiz.”
“Ah,” I nodded, “What about Perry, I thought they were cabin mates.”
“Nope,” He shook his head, “Its amazing how much they trust each other even though they aren’t. I guess it is because he is Hunter’s vice president.”
“Are the other guys in Hunter’s cabin?” I asked, looking back to see Sam leaning down to the table, his finger making a loop above the stick like a sight.
“Sam’s the gun seargent,” He started, picking up the blue box thing. “Dereck is the computer wiz. Hunter is feild agent and fighter.”
“Oh yeah,” I had a flash back to the drive in his truck, him asking what I was training to be, “He told me about that. Why is he both?”
“He got a ten on his field agent report and a seven on his fighting skills, so they let him major in fighting and field agentry,” He gave me the blue box when he was done with it, “That’s the billard chalk.”
“Ok,”'I started to put it on the tip and grinded it into the tip like I saw Hunter and him do it. “Hey, Casper, do you know anything about the curse?”
“Only a little bit,” He let out a small grin, “But I’m afraid to say you’ll have to talk to your cabin about that.”
“How did I know you would say something like that?” I sighed.
“Ah, I see you’re getting use to being around spies,” His grin grew wide. “Now, lets get back to the game.”
He leaned over the table and positioned himself. The tip of the stick pointed to the white ball, the only one not in the triangel. He pulled his right arm back a little and pushed forward. The white ball shot at the neat rows of balls, sending them into chaos with a Smack!.
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Bad A** (UNEDITIED RAW VERSION)
Teen FictionThis is just up for me and all :/ I have begun writing a more edited version of this story and it is posted under "Bad A**" that is not the most editied, I have only begun a different take on the story and will edit the story further. But hey, if yo...
