I drop my gun down and it lands on the ground. I put my hands on either side of the hold and start to lower myself down, which is really hard because I don't have that much upper body strength to support me. I feel Shayne's hands grab my hips.
                          
"Okay, you can let go now." Shayne says.
                          
I do and Shayne lowers me down. As he's about to actually put me down he trips on my gun and falls over, causing me to fall on top of him.
                          
We both start laughing, "Are you okay?" I ask.
                          
"Yeah, I'm wearing padding, unlike you. Are you alright?" Shayne asks.
                          
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." I laugh, still partly on top of him. "We should probably go to our base."
                          
He nods and we both stand up, I grab my gun and we run to our base. The buzzer goes off and we start round two. This time I don't have a plan. I just start running and hiding behind random obstacles. I get shot about a minute into the round on my arm. It hurts when it first hits but then the pain goes away. I now just have some pink paint on my arm. I walk back to the base and see Noah getting close. I fire a couple of shots and one hits him so he turns around.
                          
I start making my way back up the field before I'm pounded with paintballs.
                          
"Ah! What the heck?!" I yell. Paintballs just keep coming at me.
                          
"Aw, man! I'm out of ammo!" I hear Damien say. I finally see him.
                          
"You did this?" I yell at him gesturing to my now paint-splattered body.
                          
"Oh, uh, yeah. Hey Y/N." He scratches his neck. I head back to my base where Shayne is.
                          
"Woah." He says staring at me, "You got blasted. Say hello to paintball sized bruises all over you." Shayne touches my collar bone where some paint is, "That had to hurt."
                          
I cringe slightly as he touches where a paintball hit me, "It's fine." I shrug and we head back out to the field. A couple of minutes later the buzzer goes off and we take off some of our gear and put our guns away. I pull out my phone to use it as a mirror. I check out my collar bone and yep, that definitely looks like a hickey. I laugh a little and go to where everyone else has gathered.
                          
The judges examine our bunkers and announce that ToxiciTea wins. We cheer and end the video. While everyone is taking off the rest of their gear I start wiping the paint off my arms. I'm relieved to see that they're not actually very bruised, just a bit red in places but that'll go away. We head back to our rooms to get cleaned up. After I wash the rest of the paint off me and change my clothes I get a text from Shayne.
                          
Topp
                          
Hey, do you wanna help me with something?
                          
Me
                          
Sure I guess, are you in your room?
                          
Topp
                          
Yes
                          
Me
                          
K, I'll be right there
                          
-
                          
I knock on Shayne's door and Damien opens it. I walk in and I immediately start laughing. Shayne is in the window and Damien flops down on his bed and starts laughing his head off. I walk over to the window and Shayne's legs are hanging out one end, with his upper half in the room.
                          
"Yeah, yeah. It's funny. Oh look, Shayne's stuck in a window, how hilarious." Shayne says sarcastically.
                          
"How- why?" I ask, still laughing.