Wanted

•Don't Be A Pussy•

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                         ~Atticus's POV~

        "You know you didn't have to come if you didn't want to," I tell Bex whose sitting in the passenger seat. She turns her head to look at me, giving me a "are you serious" expression. I did kind of annoy her into coming with me. I have to find a way to be around her as much as possible to get to her dad and she isn't making that easy with her personality.
    Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of it. She seems like the type to not take anyone's shit and won't let people walk over her, but I want to see a more vulnerable side. Maybe if I get her to that point she'll tell me things about her family. Part of me is also worried that she doesn't know anything. My brother made sure to keep the family out of his business, but it always eventually comes to bite them in the ass. Maybe her dad is the same way and doesn't let his gang life intertwine with his family life.
     My brother was apart of a gang for years until he finally got caught two years ago when I first joined the force. He got caught sneaking into some man's house to kill him, but the wife saw him before he could do anything and called the cops. It's weird that he's the one whose now getting trouble, for when we were younger it was the other way around.
     "What are we doing anyways?" She asks. I didn't actually think that far ahead. I just knew I wanted to get her out of the dorms.
    "You like guns?" She rolls her eyes, looking back out the window. "We could go to a shooting rang." I'm not sure if having her around guns is a good idea. She doesn't seem to like me much; all I know she could shoot me. I wouldn't be surprised.
    "Yeah," She says, the tone in her voice changing from uninterested to...excited? Maybe this wasn't a good idea. She could be excited to kill me.
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"Have you ever shot someone?" She asks as we wait for the instructor to get the guns. That was the last thing I was expecting her to ask. I shake my head, looking towards the door. Is she hinting that she's going to shoot me?
"Have you?" I ask teasingly. I doubt the average person has shot someone and she doesn't look to be an exception.
"I had an interesting childhood," is her answer. I bet you did. The door opens and the man who helped us in the front comes out carrying the guns and earmuffs. Her phone starts going on off in her pocket, making her groan. "Sorry," she mumbles as she takes out and ignores the call.
"You sure you don't want to take that?" She shakes her head, looking back at the instructor. As he starts talking, she pulls her curly hair to the back of her head and ties it up, keeping it out of her face. Despite knowing I have to keep this professional, I'm very aware of her beautiful features. I can't tell if she's Hispanic or Indian, either would fit her.
Her eyes are bright with the sun hitting her face, shining like little pieces of Jade. I've become aware of how much her hair irritates her, how much she has to move it out of the way, but it's pretty. There's a small scar on the corner of her eye that I'm sure has a story behind it.
"You okay?" She asks, giving me a weird look. I hadn't even noticed I'd been staring.
"Yeah," I say, looking back at the instructor. He hands us the guns and earmuffs and walks to the back. "You can go first," I tell her. She looks at the small gun in her hand, walking up to the front. I walk up behind her, placing my hands on her hips to position her body at the right angle.
"Is this your attempt at being a cliche romantic?" She asks, turning head to the side. I take my hands away and watch as she examines the target. She holds her arms out in front of her, one slightly bent. When she fires the gun tension visibly leaves her body. Walking in front of her, I look to see where the target hit.
"You've done this before," I say, turning back to her. She shrugs, looking at the gun again with a smile.
"Always aim for the head," she tells me, aiming again while I'm still in front of her. "Stay right there."
"You'll shoot me," I say. She grins, squinting her eyes and aiming. Fuck. I knew this was going to happen, yet I still brought her here. I'm praying that the instructor will step in to say this isn't safe, but when I look at him he's not paying any attention.
"I have great aim," she says with a smile. I keep my arms at my sides, praying she's right and she knows what she's doing. The loud bang goes off and her arms drop. I wince, stepping away with my hand on my bicep.
"You nearly shot me," I say, raising the hem of my shirt to wipe the blood away from the cut.
"I grazed you. Don't be a pussy," she says, her yes definitely not on mine. I'm used to girls looking at me, but I wasn't expecting one of the girls to be her. As far as I can tell she can't stand me. But hatred can breed lust. She tears eyes away once my shirt falls back in place.
"You can go now," she says, stepping back. I take her place at the line, taking my shots. I find the sound it makes to be relaxing. I miss a few, but the shots that do hit the targets are ones that would count. They wouldn't kill the person, unlike her's, but they would do damage. "Maybe I should be a cop instead," she teases.
"Bex?" A deep voice from the back says. We both turn around to see a tall, muscular man with tattoos. He's big, but not too big. Glancing over at her, all color has drained from her face.
"Hey," She says. "What are you doing here?"
"Taking a few shots," he tells her. The tone he uses is more strict and parental, letting me know there's no romantic history. He looks older, so that wasn't even my first assumption. "Whose your friend?" He asks.
"Atticus," I say, offering my hand. He hesitantly shakes it, his grip much stronger than it needs to be. Maybe a family member? Uncle?
"Ca-"
"Micheal," she says, interrupting him. His brows raise as he looks down at her. "Family friend. You know what? We should get going," she says, grabbing the guns and setting them on the car to the side of her. She grabs my wrist in her small hand, tugging my arm for me to follow her. She gives the man a quick wave before pulling me out the door.
"What was that about?" I ask once we're inside.
"I just didn't feel like having a conversation with him," she says. The way she keeps looking towards the door says something different. I know that if I press the subject she'll just get irritated and I can tell her good mood is already fading after that encounter.
"Let's go then," I say, leading her out. She stays close behind, having to jog a few times. "You're so slow."
"You just have long legs. I'm short," she says, opening the passenger door. I get in, waiting for her to do the same. When she finally gets in, her face is paler than before.
"What's wrong?" I ask, looking out the window to look. She shakes her head, taking a deep breath. I turn on the engine and pull out of the parking space. She keeps her head down until we're out of the parking lot. "Do I get an explanation?"
"I want to go back to the dorms," she says, sounding as if she's somewhere far away. "Please."
"Y-Yeah," I tell her, waiting for her color to come back. "Are you okay?" She nods, glancing at me. "Take deep breaths." She does as told, looking out the window. I reach towards the radio and turn the volume up to give her something to focus on.
"Your phone is ringing," she says, rubbing her hands on her legs.
"What?"
"YOUR PHONE IS RINGING!" She yells. Damn,  can she yell. I grab my phone and put it on speaker, turning the volume down.
    "Hello?" I ask.
    "This is the third time I've called," Sheriff's voice says from the other line. Shit. "Someone doesn't have their scanner on."
    "I was busy with something," I say, hoping he'll get what I'm trying to say. "Where am I supposed to go?"
     "I'll text it to you," he says and hangs up. I'm lucky he likes me. I set my phone back down, my messages open. She picks it up once the "ding" sound goes off.
    "Shooting," she says.
    "What's the address?" I'm not sure if I'm supposed to have her with me, I've never been in this situation. I don't have the time to drop her back off. She reads off the address to me, sitting up straighter. "You like this type of thing?"
    "I've never been in this situation," she says. Or just the other side of the situation? "I guess I'm kind of interested in what you guys do as long as you don't arrest someone innocent."
    "We don't-"
    "Don't say that cause I've seen it done before. There are even times where you guys will let the bad guy go," she says, getting that far away look again. I wonder what her thoughts look like, messy is my best guess.
    "Well, you ready to see a homicide?"
    "YES." I'm in the car with a psychopath.

     AN: He will soon love that psychopath 😂 I have to break this chapter up into I think three chapters because BOOOIIIIII does shit get started 😌 I really hope you guys enjoyed!
    Question: What do you think of their relationship? Do you think they'd make a good couple?
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