Bang... Bang.....Bang....

Three shots fired and out of all of them I hit 2 out of 3 on the target. I could've done better. I do what the people in the western movies do when they blow the pretend smoke coming from the gun. Nathan and Jordan are staring at me wide eye, it's starting to creep me out. Don't they know how to blink?

"Uhhhh guys," I drawl out bringing them back to reality.

"Wow," Jordan breathes out.
"My words exactly," Nathan agrees.

"Uhh, what did I do to deserve a 'wow'?" I ask puzzled.
"Well for starters you just hit 2/3 shots, it took me months to hit at least one," Jordan says.
"Same but it took a month not plural," Nathan says, shoving the fact he managed to shoot before Jordan. Jordan being the large child he is, pulls a face at Nathan.

"Can't people hear the gun shots?" I ask bringing the guys to a stop to their non-stop bickering. Jordan walks up to a wall and pats it like it's a dog.
"This is sound proof," He states as he admires the dusty old wall. Like dude seriously it's just a wall..
"And they say I'm weird," I mumble.
"That's because you are," Jordan and Nathan say at the same time. What is with these people, saying the same thing at the same time.

"Ok.... What are we doing now?" I question whilst spinning the gun in my hand.
"You are going to shoot moving objects and then after that we are done....for today," Nathan says.
"Because we don't have the actual stuff your supposed to use to shoot, we are using tennis balls," Jordan pick out 4 fluorescent tennis balls.
"I throw it up in the air and then you shoot," Jordan says. "Ok" I nod back.

He throws the ball up in the air and I shoot. The bullet goes straight through the middle of the ball.
"Wow, remind me never to get on your bad side whenever you have a gun," Nathan whistle in agreement.
"Or maybe just don't get on my bad side at all," I point out. I don't understand how I have extremely good aim.

•••••••

"Ugh so tired," I groan while rolling around on the loungeroom floor.

"What are you doing?" James asks bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Can't you tell? I'm tired," I wheeze out for effect.

"Why don't you just go to sleep?" James asks.

That's a good point.

"It's too far," I say while cradling my legs to my chest.

"It's literally 10 feet away," James points out.

"Too far," I whine. I close my eyes hoping to fall asleep. Instead I feel a pair of arms wrap around me.

"What are you doing?" I ask startled. I'm lifted off the ground bridal-style, by the one and only James fricken Ilac.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He states. "I'm obviously carrying your lazy self to your room, your distracting me."

"Oh ok," I say, I have no words left. "Hey! I'm not lazy. I am in fact very athletic," I show James my non-exsistent muscles, "See I even have muscle," I say pointing to my arm.

"Sam that's not muscle that's flubber," James states.

"Who on this planet still says 'flubber' ?" I ask.

"I do," James says proudly. Pshh nothing to be proud about.

The sound of James's footsteps echo around the hallway. The heat from James radiates off onto me. My eyes start to droop close.

•••••

Eggs or milk? Argh why is this so hard. I'm at the grocery store getting supplies because the guys needed more food. Like seriously, how much do those guys eat and not get fat? Lucky buggers.

"Oh stuff it," I say to no one. I place the eggs and milk into the trolley.
"Are you talking to yourself?" A voice says behind me.
"Argh, dude you scared the begeezers out of me," I say as I turn around to the guy that scared me.
"Begeezers?" He questions.
"Haters gonna hate," I say and flick my hair off my shoulder for effect.

Shaboom, this girls got attitude.

"I'm not hatin'," he says as he raised his hands up for surrender, a faint smile graces his lips. Oh, so he thinks that this is funny, huh let's see how funny it is when I kick his ass.
"What?!" He asks flabbergasted.
"What?" I ask.
"Are you going to kick my ass?" He asks with a smirk.

Oh crap did I say that aloud.

"Yes, yes you did," the guy supplies.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Michael," he supplies.
"Oh hi Michael, I'm Samantha or people just call me Sam," I say with a cheery smile. This guys giving me the creeps.
"Do you want to get a coffee?" He asks with a smile.
"Uhh, I don't drink coffee," I stutter. I do actually drink coffee it's just that this guys giving me bad vibes.
"Well what about hot chocolate."
"Ok fine," I agree, because who can't turn down a hot chocolate.

••••••

My arms feel like they are going to fall off. Too many bags, I seriously don't think I need to buy all that stuff. But oh well.

Michael holds the door open for me to the café. We head over to a spare booth in the back. We order our drinks and settle into a comfortable silence.
"So Sam, I know that you are a new member to James's gang," Michael states. That's a bit blunt.

••••••••

Hey people!
Sorry late update.
Anyway, do you guys like Michael (he is going to be in the story a lot)
To be honest I have no idea where this story is going but I have a vague idea.
I watched NERVE the other night and OMG it's so flipping amazing. After I finish the update imma read the book.
What's your fav book/movie?

Also I need a new cover for this book... if you guys want to send me a cover just message me. Or if you make a banner that would be amazing.

Byee, from a very savage nerd xx