Chapter 32-1

"I don't like this." "You've said that about seven times and we've been here three minutes. Can you chill? They provide protective gear." Ian rolled his eyes. "That doesn't mean it's not painful!" Aiden stressed, running a hand through his hair and squeezing Marley tighter against him. She let out a loud sigh, "Are you scared of a few tiny bruises, Aiden? Do you need some money to play in the arcade while the big kids go paintballing?" "Sure, it's me I'm worried about. And like I'd leave you to fend for yourself in there." They were now standing in the paintballing arena Dylan and Ian found walking to the beach yesterday. It was the size of a hockey area — professional and legit. Walking into the glass double doors you wouldn't assume the size of the building. Entering the cool, well-lit space, Marley was met with a large waiting area on the right side with protective gear hanging on racks, and people of all