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Chapter 3
Finally I was back in the zone after the weirdest week ever at school. I slid in behind a wall in the dark arena. After the first day in English class, Ashley basically ignored me the rest of the week. Whatever I was feeling that first day I chocked up to intimidation from her personality. She just seemed really…bold. And it just confused me. Just confusion on how confident she is with her and nothing else.
I turned the corner into the boxed in section of the arena that created a maze of walls. It was a great place to try and catch someone off guard; the only problem is you could get hit too.
"Spence!" came the harsh whisper of my brother from behind me. I quickly crouched in a corner so no one could sneak up behind me and I whispered, "What?"
"I thought I'd let you know that I'm pretty sure this is the team we played last time, with that kid Aiden from school? I saw him hit Chelsea before Madison saw me and I had to move, before she tried to shoot me," he said. I nodded showing him I understood and stared to get up so we could split up. Staying in one place to long has its upsides and downsides. It helps because you're prepared to shoot anyone who walks by but if you're trapped in a corner like me you could end up in a shoot out and I don't want to take that risk.
I can't believe Ashley's team is here again, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised because we were playing our hardest and best again today. I wonder if she knows it's our team she's playing again. But why would she care? Why do I care? I don't! Ugh, I don't even know why I keep thinking about her. She annoys me so much with her stupid smirk that is constantly plastered on her face, and her on again off again attitude. I just don't know what her deal is.
I swiftly turn a corner when I here shooting behind me. I quicken my pace and continue in the direction I was going so not to get caught in the line of fire. I turn another corner quickly looking behind me and collide with something, which sends me backwards. Unfortunately I seemed to put whomever I knocked into off balance as well, causing them to fall on top of me. The wind wasn't knocked out of me but it definitely wasn't the most comfortable thing to have someone land on top of me.
"What are you, a lightweight?" came the annoyed raspy voice on top of me. I felt my chest pound when I realized who exactly was on top of me. She stopped her rant when she recognized my face.
"Oh Blondie, hey," she said not movie. Her legs were on either side of my hips so if she sat up she would be straddling me. The thought itself sent a flash of arousal through my body, surprising me. I felt a blush creep up on my face and I resisted the urge to wrap my legs around her to bring her closer to me.
Her entire body was pressed up against mine and her head hovering over mine looking at me. I felt like every inch of my body was electrified and warm at her touch. What the hell is going on with me? Why does she do this to me? I barley know her. I don't even know her last name. And most importantly, I'm not gay…I think.
"If you wanted me on top of you all you had to do was ask," she said her voice growing deeper and huskier than I was used to. She subtly licked her lips still looking at me. I couldn't speak. What do I even say to that?
"God Ashley," came a voice to the side of us and I craned my neck to see whom it was. I recognized the girl as the brunette I saw the first time we played DavDenn as the girl who stood behind Ashley in the lobby.
"Could you maybe keep it in your pants? At least until the match is over?" she asked in an exasperated tone. I pushed Ashley off of me and stood up. Instantly I felt the loss of warmth from her body and a slow feeling of disappointment. I couldn't help but to want to know what would've happened if this girl hadn't showed up.
"Sorry Kyla," Ashley said with a teasing tone, which obviously showed she wasn't all that sorry. She turned to me and winked before saying, "We can pick this up in the lobby," and running off with the girl, Kyla, following her. I stood there dazed for a minute, thinking about going into the lobby after the match, before I snapped out of it and went to continue the match. Laser tag is starting to take on a whole new feeling than it used to have. What am I getting myself into?