Page 100 of Greased

His smile is earnest and I know just from the look he's giving me, Wyatt’s got my back and I know I’ll have his if and when he needs me.

“Come on, let's get youshooting targets.”

Wyatt helps direct me to the target, pointing out where the safety is and asking me to flick it on and off a couple of times; enough that I’m comfortable with it. He helps position me, legs spread and braced, elbows up and my grip tight on the gun.

“Take a breath and find your mark,” he says quietly in my ear. I close one of my eyes, lining up my sights on the black circle in the centre of the target.

“When you are ready, pull the trigger and let that breath you are holding out.”

I move my hand to the trigger confident with myself and pull. The bang from the gun is muffled thanks to the ear muffs and I smile at myself. From this distance we can’t see where I hit but I don’t care. I shot the gun. I did it.

“Good job, Scar. Cock it again and let off another. If you feel confident, keep going until the clip is empty.”

I feel Wyatt step away from my back. Just like before, I line up my sights directly on the black dot, suck in a breath before pulling the trigger and letting my breath go as I do.

After another shot, I feel like I go into some kind of trance. Line up my shot, breath in, trigger, breath out, reload. I repeat it over and over again until the clip is empty. I drop the clip out, putting it on the table and making sure the gun is safe before turning around and removing my ear muffs.

Wyatt is holding his phone up, smiling. I assume he’s still recording so I give him a dramatic bow which he laughs at, before putting his phone back in his pocket.

“You’re a natural, Scar. Let’s see how well you did.” Wyatt starts wheeling in the target and I clench my teeth, scrunching up my nose and preparing for the worst. What I don’t expect to see is a hole completely blown through the middle of the target.

“Fuck off,” I mutter, “Fuck off, there’s no way I did that.” I stare at the target in shock.

Wyatt chuckles and I turn to look at him, “What did I say, you’re a natural. Those boys have no idea just who you are, do they?”

I laugh, “That’s exactly what I plan on proving to them. I’m not some meek little princess.”

Wyatt looks at me with pride as he nods. A sly look then comes over his face as he looks me up and down.

“What?” I say rolling my eyes.

“What’s going on with you lot anyway? It's obvious you have Dacre, Nicky, Sonny and Pike all wrapped around your finger.” I snort at hearing it out loud but Wyatt continues,

“Then there’s whatever the fuck that mess is with Dawson.” He waves his hands around as if describing the mess that it is, “I know you guys used to be good friends when you were younger but it seems like you spent some time together when they went on vacation.”

I nod, taking a breath before I fill Wyatt in on the entire story. The facts of what I know from before, my accident which I’m sure he already knows and then when we met that night at the beach. I try not to get choked up as I explain them leaving and the months that follow.I take a breath expecting to see pity in Wyatt’s eyes but instead I see fury.

“Those motherfuckers. How dare they treat you like that! And what a piss poor explanation. I know the exact situation they were talking about and, while I can sympathise with them in not wanting to see someone they care about hurt again,” he shakes his head as he tries to find the words.

“I hope you plan on putting them through hell,” he finally says, raising his eyebrow.

An ominous grin turns the corners of my mouth, “Oh I plan to, and I have a really good plan that semi includes you, if you are up for it?”

Wyatt laughs, nodding his head, “I think I know exactly where this is going, and I am already so down with the plan.”

I hold up a hand, “But this doesn’t mean that you and I are going to be a thing. I know we’ve been flirting a bit but,” I shake my head and give him an apologetic look, unable to hide a grimace.

He laughs, “Don’t worry, even if you didn’t already have your hands full with five guys, I still wouldn’t be interested.”

I tilt my head, confused as I try to work out the meaning of his words. It eventually comes to me, my eyes widening as he nods, giving me a small smile.

“Yeah, I’m gay.” He winces as he rubs a hand through his hair. “Actually, you are the only person that knows.”

My mouth drops, “Oh, Wy. Thank you for trusting me.”

He nods but I can see the anxiety on his face. I walk towards him wrapping my arms around him. He holds me tight in return. I eventually pull away from him but grab his hands.

“Why haven’t you ever told anyone?”

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