Not a good sport

Dick sat in the bleachers and watched the cheerleaders practice. It wasn't exactly a new thing for him, he used to watch them practice in high school with Logan and Duncan.

Madison had been on the squad it wasn't as creepy as it sounded. Plus sometimes she'd let her fuck her right after. When she was still puffing for breath and in her uniform.

He checks the picture again. There's no reason to give all those other pretty, short, little outfits a new dye job.

Bethany Tyler

Loves wearing her uniform

Cheerleader

Undeclared

Washington

He waits until she dismounts even he's not stupid enough to cause cute little Bethany Tyler physical harm when she's at the top of the pyramid. Not when the writing on the back of her photo leads him to believe that she'd probably let him fuck her in that outfit.

Which if he times it right is worth an extra couple of points.

He lines up his shot and hits her in the leg.

He just couldn't bring himself to make a mess of her uniform.

At least not with paint.

He hops over the railing and snags the envelope with Bethany's name on it off the bench.

"I'll just be taking this. Keep up the good work girls." He smiles brightly at the tangle of girls on the field and at the blue running down the girls toned leg.

He walks right off the field pulling out the picture of Chad Logan he almost misses the fact that Freddie was talking animatedly with Veronica on the sidelines.

Veronica!

"Freddie run!" He yells at him but he just looks up at him questioningly and waves the warning away.

However the moment he turns back to the interview she has her pink gun in his chest.

She shoots and smiles and he can't believe that idiot was dumb enough not to notice that it was Veronica black hair aside.

She leans back against the wall of the stadium and takes off the wig as Freddie sulks away to get her his folder.

She nods at him smiling, she thinks she's going to win. Normally he wouldn't even worry about it the entire frat was gunning for Veronica...but he'd seen Mac shoot and it had shaken his confidence...it had done other things to other parts of him but he wasn't going to go in to that now. He had a brother to kill...

Okay he was immediately stopping calling them that, at least until the game was over because it makes him feel sick to his stomach.

Cass would have loved this thou.

He'd always been the better shot.

He headed to the main quad. Chad should be leaving bio with Bandit right about now.

The quad is in the exact kind of chaos that he had sweet talked the Dean of students into thinking wouldn't happen.

So much for that

Didn't they know how hard it had been to sweet talk that bitch? He had to have tea for fuck sakes

He was going to kill whoever was causing this mess target or not.

There's paint everywhere, and people where running every which way trying to get out of the line of fire

the air was filled with screams and swearing and the sound of paint balls bursting on apparently everything but there intended mark.

Checking to make sure his gun is loaded he steps out into the battlefield that is the central quad.

He gets halfway across the quad when he finds out what's wrong.

Mac.

She's standing behind a statue, her back pressed against it, her gun up and peaking around the large brass and concrete thing to the steps of the McGuinness building. He watches as she bites her lip before she pops around and lets off a shot.

Bright pink splatters onto Bandit's leg. There is already a blast of pink across his chest, he's out of the game and he's still shooting at her.

that tool.

he'd put money on the fact that Mac had hit him first and fairly and without an ounce of effort.

Bandit wasn't really known for being a good sport.

He rushes across the blue stained grass and manages to get behind the statue without getting hit, he presses his body against hers, pushing her into the statue.

She's looking up at him with wide eyes, her chest heaving pushing into him, "What are you doing?" She hisses.

"Trying not to get paint on my clothes?" he offers but when he looks down at her he wishes he hadn't, she all flushed skin and wet mouth and dark eyes like maybe she wouldn't be so upset if he did take her points. The thought speeds up his heart and his lungs blast into overdrive.

"I hit him first but he won't give me his envelope." she tells him honestly and she has her hands on his chest, one has the gun in it and he smirks at the fact that she's taped some batteries to the thing to give it better weight.

Which means that skill he'd seen was with a real gun and not some arcade light gun...

His body pushes into her of its own accord because the thought of that kind of skill with an actual weapon is getting him kind of hot.

Her skin flushes all over again and she stammers a little before she closes her mouth.

He peaks around the statue his lower body pressing roughly against her and somehow in the hailstorm of paint-balls he can still hear her breathing change.

Chad is next to Bandit, not a single pink mark on him. She's only shot at her target and judging by the lack of pink anywhere but on Bandit's clothing she's hit every time.

Fuck she's good.

She reaches out and her fingers grip his shirt and pull him back behind cover, just as a paint-ball sails by where his head had been.

"thanks." he looks down at her and she has him pulled close and he wouldn't mind staying there all day if they weren't completely open from the back and he has a presidency bid to win and he'd gladly christen that corner bedroom with her. He pops back out and shoots and Chad has his blue paint all over his chest.

"Don't be an asshole! Bandit, she got you fair and square." he yells out and the paint-balls stop.

"Fine." he hisses.

"Dick did you have my picture?" Chad asks as Dick moves away from the cover. He nods and Chad throws his envelope down on the steps, Bandit throws down his own and they both skulk off like they actually thought they were going to win.

Dick tries not to look at how blue the quad is now as he grabs the envelopes from the step.

When he turns Mac has her gun trained on him and her the other hand out waiting for her earned envelope.

"You shouldn't even be in this game Ghostworld."

"That's ridiculous, I've been a Theta since freshman year, if you don't believe me, check the Greek councils records." she smirks at him and makes a grabbing motion with her free hand.

He drops the envelope into her hand, "don't you dare go and get taken out of this game until I come for you." his voice is way darker than he expected it to be and her smirk drops and her eyes darken.

She lowers her gun.

"Funny," she tells him and there's a heat in her voice that makes his jeans uncomfortable, "I was going to say the same thing to you." She turns sharply and walks away from him like she has no fear and god it's hot.

Come on Mac

He hopes desperately for her picture to be inside this envelope and it immediately disappointed when it's not.