Hi! This is my new story that's either gonna be a two-shot or three-shot, depending how I feel. It is kinda like a sequel to "New Teacher On The Block" except it doesn't take place in school (;
The ships are: Clexa, Ranya, Linctavia, and Bellecho? Bellamy/Echo, I don't know their ship name.
I hope you enjoy!
"I'm stupid." Octavia whispered as she watched Lexa and Anya calling people.
"What did you do?" Raven frowned. "My girlfriend better not deny me sex…"
"I said Anya and Lexa had no skill when we were playing Call of Duty and then they just…they're scary! They turned to me and said 'we'll show you real shooting' and I'm really afraid they're calling thugs to just murder me." Octavia explained.
"Good. Now it'll be two people in this apartment instead of three." Raven teased.
"Rave!" Octavia frowned.
"Hey." Anya cut in, glaring at Octavia who gulped. "Bring your friends this saturday. Meet in the forest. Bring paintball guns."
"What…?" Octavia asked.
Lexa gave her the "i'm watching you" gesture with a glare, the two walking out.
"Hell yeah! I love paintball." Raven grinned, already texting Clarke the details.
"How many people do I bring? How many are they bringing? Lexa and Anya have other friends besides Lincoln?" Octavia asked rapidly.
"Wow. Slow down." Raven laughed. "Just ask Lincoln."
Queentavia:
bby, how many ppl do i bring to the game?
Teddybear:
It's not a game, its war. There will be 7 of us.
Queentavia:
ur making me nervous, how bad will they shoot me? :(
Teddybear:
…I love you. See you tomorrow(:3
"There's gonna be seven of them all together." Octavia said. "Who should we bring?"
"Bellamy, duh." Raven started. "Um, Murphy. Monty, and I guess Jasper." She shrugged.
"Jasper's dead weight." Octavia whispered.
"Eh. Then he's our distraction. Besides, like you said, what friends do Lexa and Anya even have?" Raven smirked.
"So where are they? We're here." Bellamy said impatiently. The seven were standing outside the woods, waiting. They were all in the protective clothing needed for safe paintball, since Bellamy and Murphy loved to play in their free time.
"They're chickening out." Jasper smirked.
A car pulled up, Lincoln getting out of the drivers. And holy shit, did he look scary. He was decked in full camouflage, a half mask to cover his mouth, and face paint around his eyes. Another two men got out, looking even more frightening than Lincoln. One man was bald, a tattoo on the side of his head and a scar on his eye. The other man had tattoos on the side of his face, and a beard. Anya, Lexa, Indra, and an unknown woman got out of the car, all dressed in their war gear like the guys.
The seven stared at the newcomers, jaws dropping.
"Are they friends with thugs?" Monty whispered. "What people are you dating?"
"She's kinda cute…" Bellamy commented, looking at the new girl who had a hard expression on her face.
Lexa stepped forward, her presence radiating command. "Clarke." She smiled slightly. "These are my friends, Gustus," She gestured to the bearded man, who smiled at her. "Quint," She pointed to the bald man, who scowled at them. "And Echo." The girl nodded at her.
"This is Bellamy, Octavia's brother." Clarke said. Bellamy smiled charmingly at Echo, who rolled her eyes with a scoff. "And this is Murphy." Murphy just grunted his hello. "And Monty and Jasper." Clarke finished.
"It's a shame we have to meet in a time of war." Anya said. "But Octavia disrespected us."
"Once shot, you will walk here, to the car." Lexa said. "No excessive shooting," She glared at Quint, who sighed loudly. "No aiming for anything above the chest. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Heda." Indra, Echo, Lincoln, Quint, Gustus and even Anya answered.
"Heda?" Raven raised an eyebrow.
"Commander." Anya translated for her.
"What color is your paint?" Lexa asked.
"Ours is blue. Like the sky." Bellamy said.
"Such a poet." Echo commented sarcastically.
"Ours is green. Like the ground." Lexa mocked.
Bellamy whistled. "Got bite, commander."
"Enough chit chat." Quint growled, Monty practically squeaking.
"May the best team win." Anya smirked, before the groups ran into the forest.
Octavia looked at Lincoln desperately. "So…how bad am I gonna get it…?"
"Lets just say…Anya told them no mercy." Lincoln sighed, moving his make to give her a quick kiss to the forehead, before he followed his group.
"Well. I hope my funeral is nice." Octavia grumbled.
