Notes: OMG! I can't believe how many people like my story! It kinda started out as a joke and I never expected anyone to actually read my crazy writing.... This is amazing! I'll try not to make you guys wait too long for the coming chapters. And just to give you an idea of what the paintball gear looks like, I'll give you two links. Gun: http://paintball.com/reviews/images/pic_556_803_b_.gif Goggles: http://paintball.com/reviews/images/pic_112_243_b_.gif
Part four: Bad Luck
"Looking for me?"
Pete, Lex and Clark could almost see her grin through the goggles and all took a step back when they spotted her (very intimidating) team backing her up, paintball guns trained at their chests.
Jarod stepped forward, taking stance next to Chloe. "Drop your weapons and put your hands behind your head!" He ordered.
The three boys reluctantly complied, looking defeated.
"C'mon Chloe," Pete whined. "We're your best friends!"
She took off her goggles, running a hand true her short, blonde hair. "No," she said, repeating his words before they started the game. "Out here we're enemies. And what do we do with the enemy, boys?"
"Hunt, shoot, kill!" her team yelled, sounding like trained soldiers. It creeped Clark and Pete out even more (if possible).
Whitney went to retrieve the guns from the ground, to make sure nobody would try anything and Jarod also removed his own goggles, revealing a brilliant smirk that would make most girls swoon. Much to his disappointed, it didn't have any affect on the one he actually liked. Chloe was amazing. He had seen her in and around school and even had some classes with her. She had intrigued him from the beginning with her daring style, perkiness and wit. The energy that she possessed seemed to radiate from her, touching everyone around her. It was obvious that she'd give the world for her friends and he didn't want part of that. No, he wanted all of it. All of her concern, all of her love and even all of her wrath. He wanted her to have him in her mind constantly, just as she was in his. But it certainly wasn't the case now. But that was gonna change soon. He was gonna make sure of that.
Lex saw how the jock was staring at her, and frowned. He couldn't quite discern the look on the boy's face.... What was it? Longing? Lust? For some strange reason, the Luthor felt disturbed by it.
'I'm not jealous,' he told himself. 'Just concerned. She is Clark's friend, and if Chloe gets her heart broken by some brainless jock who doesn't know how to appreciate what he's got, it will affect the farmboy. Yes, that's it.'
"Okay," Whitney spoke up. "From now on, you are our hostages! Now, let's get a move on!"
Ushering everyone towards the starting point, together with Jamie, they made Clark, Pete and Lex walk in a line, their hands still behind their heads.
"I can't believe we let them sneak up on us," Pete whispered. "It's all Luthor's fault."
"How is it my fault?" Lex asked in confusion.
"You bring back luck."
"Don't be crazy, Pete," Clark reasoned. "We just weren't paying enough attention."
"Shut up!" Chloe ordered, giving him a push in the right direction, almost making him loose his balance.
She grinned evilly, 'I'm enjoying this way too much.'
~TBC~
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