Zach's P.O.V.
I watched her face as she took in the contents of the locker. The collapsed sniper riffle, the regular riffle, the hand guns, the semi automatics, the fully automatics, basically, if any government used a type of gun, at least one of them was in there, plus some.
"You know how to use all of these?" She asked without her glaze straying.
"Yup." I popped the 'p.'
"Which one am I using?" she asked, picking up an automatic.
"Ah!" I snatched the gun from he grasp. "Not that one." She looked at me puzzled, "Way to much power. Too many rounds a minute."
"Then which one am I using?" I saw her hand twitched toward the sniper.
"This one." I pulled out the small handgun, "It's the one we all start on."
She shrugged and walked over to the shooting gallery posing herself in what she thought was a good stance. "No, no, no." I chuckled a bit. I walked up behind her, lining limbs up with hers, arm to arm, leg to leg. "Leg shoulder width apart." I pushed her legs closer together, "Arms straighter, stronger." I guided her arms to the right position, "Grip like this." I laid my hands over her much smaller ones, adjusting the grip. I left one hand over hers and reached onto the counter in front of her with the other. I fiddled with the control panel, causing a shooting target, a simple bullseye, to pop up from the ground about twenty feet away. I grabbed the ear plugs from the table and put them on her ears as an after thought: she wasn't used to gun fire like we were.
Cammie's P.O.V.
"Now," his voice was muffled due to the ear muffs he had placed on my head, a bit clumsily if I might add, "On three, pull the trigger. Keep your arms straight, aim, 1." His strong arms loosened around me, "2." His hands fell to my hips, "3." He squeezed my hips as I squeezed the trigger.
Even with the ear muffs on I flinched, but he held me steady, his chest pressed up against my back. "Shouldn't you have these things on?" I asked turning and gesturing to the earmuffs.
"Careful Gallagher Girl." he took the gun from my hand and laid it on the counter, "These things are live." I spoke an apology, "You can stop yelling." He laughed, sliding the earmuffs from my head, leaving them around my neck, "And you can't use them in the field, so I need to be used to the noise." He smirked down at me, "Think you can shoot one on your own?"
"Let's try." I lined up the shot like he had showed me, pulled the earmuffs on and shot. It wasn't as good as the first, but it wasn't horrible.
"I've seen better." He laughed from behind me. I turned to shoot him a glare, but his back was to me, rummaging in the locker. "Think you can do a few rounds of those on your own?" He looked at me over his shoulder.
"Of course, Blackthorne Boy." I smiled, "But what are you going to do?"
"I," he turned around and my eyes fell on the sniper riffle, "Will be playing with the big boy guns."
"So, you actually had a good time?" He asked me just outside my room.
"Surprisingly, yes." It was true.
"Surprisingly?" He raised his eyebrows and smirked.
"Well, shooting guns aren't a typical first d-" I shut my mouth.
"First what, Gallagher Girl?" He leaned down so we were almost nose-to-nose. His hands were behind his back and a cheeky smile was plastered on his face.
"Nothing." I mumbled averting my eyes; I could feel the blush filling my cheeks.
"Come on Gallagher Girl, first what?" He tried to angle himself to make our eyes meet, but I eluded him, "Say it." I mumbled the word he was looking for, "I can't hear you Gallagher Girl."
"This is getting less pleasurable." I stated.
"Please Cammie, just say it." My eyes snapped up to his, "What?"
"That was the first time you called me by my name."
"I use your name all the time." He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Not to me." He started to argue, but then thought about it. Realization fell on his face, "See. I'm right."
"I guess you are, Gallagher Girl." He smirked at me, "Nice topic change by the way."
"Why thank you!" I feigned flattery. We both laughed, "It's getting late..."
"I know how to take a hint, Gallagher Girl." He chuckled, taking a step back. "Goodnight." He gave a playful bow of the head.
"'Night, Zach." I smiled, opening my door.
"Oh and thanks for the date." He smirked at me before walking off down the hallway.
I lucked out and the room was empty. Thank the lord. I went about my nightly routine: brushed my teeth, tied up my hair, washed my face, changed. While I was getting ready for bed, my roommates entered the room at random intervals. I could here them whispering about me. Things like "Why's she smiling like that?" or "What'd she do?" or, my personal favorite from Macey, "Is she high?"
I fell asleep and, though I'll never admit it, dreamed of Zachary Goode.
Zach's P.O.V.
It was three in the morning and I was standing in the Grand Hall, leaning against the main staircase, with the rest of my class. Do people get some kind of sick pleasure from waking me up in the middle of the night? Because it seems to be happening far to often for my pleasure.
We had been waiting here for ten minutes. Waiting to go camping. Camping. They wake us up in the middle of the night to go camping. In the mountains. In the late fall. People seem to get a sick pleasure not only from waking me up, but from torturing me and my classmates.
Just then the girls descended the stairs, still half asleep. I had been up long enough to know that these girls might be trained operatives, but seeing as they were descending the stairs slowly dragging duffle bags behind them, they obviously weren't too bright in the middle of their sleep. As if reading my mind, Liz tripped and stumbled, uttering a loud "Oppsie Daisy!" Before landing on top of Jonas, her bag on top of her.
Grant and I laughed at our friend while helping our roommate and his 'love interest' back onto their feet. Cammie wandered over to us, along with her friends, dragging her bag behind her.
"Hey," I said quietly (I, unlike other people in this school, realize loud noises aren't pleasent to wake up to.
"Hi." She whispered, still more or less asleep, leaning her head against my chest. I wrapped an arm around her, letting her snuggle into my chest, grabbing onto my sweatshirt. She yawned quietly and seemed to fall asleep with her eyes open in my arms. I met Grant's eyes and he winked at me, wrapping an arm around Bex.
