^ I'm not ashamed that the hill scene in this chapter is based on the field scene from this film ^

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"If this hill just exploded, would we still have to climb it?" I asked Jameson, sweat was almost trickling down my face and my hands were clammy. The heat was killing me slowly—so much for a tan.

Shortly after realising we couldn't hold hands, we'd departed the humongous building called the academy, trading the air conditioning for the blazing heat as we stepped outside. I say blazing, but that is probably only the case because Jameson made us climb the tallest hill going. It was the one I'd been gazing at last night, with the gorgeous blossom tree. And if that isn't a sign that Jameson is observant, then I don't know what is.

Jameson laughed at my comment but didn't respond, though. As he reached the top of the hill, the answer was evident.

"Can I crawl the rest of the way?" I whined but Jameson just laughed at me again, outstretching his arm for me to latch onto. I did so and he helped me up the rest of the way.

Once up, I collapsed on the floor and considered rolling down the hill and into that air conditioned building. Though, something tells me that Jameson would somehow stop me before I even rolled over. Again, observant.

"If you're trying to figure out if I'm physically fit or not then you could've just asked me." I complained once more, although, I'm not sure if Jameson heard it as my voice was muffled by the ground.

"Get up," Jameson ordered and seemed to be waiting for me to follow his order. I didn't. Then, suddenly, I felt two arms wind around my waist and pull my body off the floor. Once I had my feet firmly on the ground, the arms loosened their grip, but I was still pressed up against a body. Despite my exhaustion and the sun that was threatening to scorch me, I knew it was Jameson, and I'm not kidding when I say I enjoyed our proximity.

I turned around and faced Jameson, hoping he was reacting the same way as I was. Though, my hopes were soon crushed, because if calm and collected Jameson felt anything in that moment, he definitely didn't show it.

My face must've given me away, as Jameson smiled at me. "There are a lot of people watching us right now," He told me and I frowned, what? So now we have spectators?

"There are?" I asked, most probably sounded stupid beyond words, but no matter my IQ, Jameson's smile grew.

"Of course," He responded as if it was blatantly obvious, then using the arms that were still wound around my waist, he turned my body so that I was facing the building. Whatever he was trying to get me to see, I wasn't seeing it, I was way too focused on Jameson's hands on my waist to give a damn about the so called spectators right now.

"We are on a huge hill, everyone near a window can see." Jameson finished and I nodded, as if I actually registered a single word of that. I subconsciously swivelled back around to face Jameson and I tried not to make it look obvious that I was gazing at his lips.

Jameson unwound his arms and left me so he could walk over to the random bag he had insisted on lugging up here. As Jameson's touch fled, so did the heat that surrounded me. Though, I shouldn't be complaining, since I am literally sweating buckets here.

All of a sudden, something wet and cold splashed me in the face. Now, I know what you're thinking—either a big tsunami has hit or the heat I was talking about wasn't just literal. However, upon opening my eyes, I saw that none of those theories were true, and, instead, I watched as Jameson bent over and laughed, a water gun in his hand. That devious–

I cut my own self off as I charged over to him, slamming into him and watching as he slipped. To my advantage, I found Jameson's bag and saw that he brought quite a few water guns with him, and I plucked one out of his bag.

With a great deal of satisfaction, I nearly drowned his beautifully sculpted face in the water. In his moment of distraction, I retrieved another gun from the bag and tried slotting it somewhere in my clothing, so there's my underwear or my bra..?

Whilst I was struggling, Jameson saw an opening and shot at me, the water yet again splashing me smack bang in the face. I slipped, though took a bigger tumble than Jameson had. Evident by the fact that I was now rolling down the hill, however, not in the direction of the school. Damned foreshadowing.

I stopped rolling and hit a hard, stone pathway. With a groan, I sat up and waited for my brain to calm down. When it had, I noticed that, luckily, both guns had followed me down, meaning I had more ammunition.

Jameson was cackling as he steadily made his way down the hill. I stood up with a huff and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Are you okay?" He stopped laughing for a moment to yell but I was too annoyed to answer. Jameson noticed this and seemed to move faster as a frown replaced his laugh. Once he got closer, I squirted him right in the face with my gun, stealing Jameson's cackle as I did so.

Jameson held his hands up to defend his face and dropped his water gun. The next thing I know, Jameson was sprinting towards me, and once he reached me, he quite literally jumped on me. I dropped the two guns, but it didn't matter anymore. Jameson was hovering over me, and this time he looked like he was feeling the effects of the proximity.

We were now behind the hill we had previously trekked up, meaning that anyone looking through those stupid windows were blind to this moment. As if Jameson realised this at the same time I did, his eyes zeroed in on my lips. Acting on impulse, I tilted my head up and pressed my lips against his.

There was no delay in his reaction, in fact, it seemed as if Jameson anticipated what was happening. Of course he did, it's Jameson.

I laced my fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck and he groaned as I accidentally tugged on it. Again, it was like we had kissed our whole lives; we were in sync and going at it with a gentle pace. The kiss barely gained passion when a gun shot sounded out, echoing over the fields behind us.

Jameson shot up, hauling me up with him. I fell into his chest with a thud. Jameson held me by my shoulders. His fingers gripped onto me so tightly that it was sure to leave marks.

Suddenly, he pushed me back, a frantic expression on his face. "Run." He ordered me and pushed me backwards. I stumbled slightly in surprise and frowned up at him.

"Run, Sky!" He exclaimed and I jumped, "Sprint! Find Carter, or someone else," He kept talking but I wasn't budging. I couldn't. Shock and the need to be around Jameson in this eerily familiar moment stopped me from processing anything he was saying.
Jameson violently shook my shoulders, yelling at me to run.

"I–I can't." I stuttered, watching as Jameson gave me a panicked look, probably counting all the seconds we were wasting by the fifth decimal place.

"What do you mean you can't?" He shouted at me and I flinched. If Jameson saw my reaction, he did a good job of hiding it. I was almost surprised that the only emotion he could convey in this situation was sheer panic and hysteria. But that was what I could see, others could probably only see the warrior side of him. But I could see it all, all the mappings and plans falling apart before his eyes as I refused to run.

And so, when he screamed at me to run one last time—with a fierce shove—I ran. I tripped multiple times, but I sprinted as fast as I could.

I rounded the slope of the hill and started to run in the direction of the school. It was fortunate that running wasn't too bad of a sport for me, however, breaking out into a full on sprint without any warmups? Now there's a way to kill your legs.

I was doing good, running at a steady pace to the school. With time clearly not on my side, I did my best to obscure myself by taking a slightly trickier route, it was shielded by trees and small hills to hide behind, so I headed straight for it.

I was running out of breath slowly, and when I got to a small hill, I slowed down promptly to glance behind me; maybe Jameson caught up. He wasn't there.

I didn't have time to turn my head to face my trail head on, because, suddenly, something—or someone—hit me from my right side with full force. I fell down at the impact and soon felt my neck being squeezed by two firm hands.

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Killing off the main character 101

Attack on Sky count: 251,000

(I didn't know the exact number)

SKYSON THOUGH

ALL THAT SQUIRTING AND SPLASHING

dayum

Didn't even need to write a sex scene, if you ever need one, it's right here

Or write here

Ha
Haha

Bye, I've got to find Carter bc Jameson is useless rn with his bloody water gun

child

–the water gun

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Next update: Wednesday
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CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE SPOILER (the last chapter in the seventies!—if it wasn't obvious):

Who was shot?

Or who was meant to be shot?

Who shot the bullet?

Who is holding Sky by the neck?

Is Jameson okay?

Will Sky survive?

And it's always great to wonder who the hell is attacking Sky this time.