【ｍｉｓｓ ｔｈｅ ｍａｒｋ】| Crosshair x OC (BOOK 1 of the CHANGING WAVES series)

63 | Get A Kriffing Coaster

Wrecker met Crosshair's gaze, a sad look in his one working eye. "I hope he's okay."

"He'll be fine," Crosshair said with a sigh as he wiped his hand down his face. "I'll smooth it over later."

"You?" Wrecker asked, guffawing. "You can't smooth over silk."

Crosshair rose a brow. "What does that even mean?"

Wrecker shrugged. "Dunno."

"I will wait for Hunter to chill out before I try anything." Crosshair sighed. "I think he's overstimulated and also doesn't know how to deal with his own feelings."

"Has he had to deal with that problem before?" Wrecker asked, scratching at his scarring. "Dealing with feelings?"

"He hasn't had to deal with an attractive girl yet," Crosshair said, looking over at Joseta on the dance floor. He had to admit that the girl's confidence and love of fun and people added to her beauty.

Wrecker looked confused. "But Rylann—"

"Isn't his type," Crosshair interrupted before shrugging. "I didn't even know he had a type. Thought he'd marry the job before he even thought about a girl."

"Wait, I'm not following," Wrecker said, frowning. Crosshair sighed, leaning on the table to gesture at Joseta and Rylann with his thumb. Wrecker's eyes widened. "You mean...Josie???" Wrecker asked, his face lighting up. "Hunter has a crush? How?"

Crosshair chuckled. "I guess it happens to most of us," he said, glancing over at his brother by the arcade machines where Tech stuffed more tickets into his pockets. "Even ole Hunter."

"Now it all makes sense. Just wait until—"

"Don't tell anyone," Crosshair added hurriedly.

"Why?" Wrecker asked in a loud whisper.

"First off, he'd kill us, and second, let's give him time to adjust to these new feelings." Crosshair looked over at Captain Rex who was sitting back at the table, watching Joseta with a small smile on his face. Yep, there was competition. "Looks like he will have a harder time getting the girl than me."

"It took you a couple months before you admitted you liked Lanny to us."

"Don't remind me," Crosshair stated, shaking his head. "I think this time, Hunter has competition."

"Should we eliminate the comp?" Wrecker asked, cracking his knuckles with an evil smirk on his face.

"Wrecker, let the girl decide for herself who she likes better. But we could push Hunter along."

"Yeah, I like the sound of that," Wrecker said with a nod. "A shove in the right direction."

Crosshair slid out of the booth. "Come on, let's be wingmen for our dearest older brother."

Wrecker followed him, almost knocking the table down. They walked over to where Hunter and Tech were. Hunter looked up, a scowl on his face. "What do you want, Crosshair."

Tech straightened, removing himself from the screen to step between Cross and Hunter. "I think that it would be wise to leave Hunter alone until his emotions are at a more approachable level."

"Sorry, but I wanted to apologize for my attitude." Crosshair looked over at Hunter. "I didn't do anything to help the situation."

Hunter frowned, hesitating. "Did Rylann set you up to this?"

Wrecker laughed. "Nope, Cross just randomly said he wanted to 'smooth things over.'"

Tech looked at Crosshair with a cocked brow. "Crosshair? Smooth things over? Laughable."

"Hey, I'm trying here, okay?" Crosshair said, frustration leaking into his voice. "But please forgive me, Hunter."

"Alright, I forgive you." Hunter nodded before swallowing (his pride no doubt). "And I apologize for being moody and rude."

"Moody and rudey," Wrecker said, chuckling.

"Forgiven," Crosshair said, patting his brother on the back. "Now, who you really should apologize to is a certain sergeant and captain."

Hunter clenched his jaw, averting his gaze. "Yeah, that's not going to happen."

"Why not?"

Hunter looked down. "I—I'm too ashamed."

"That's a stupid reason to avoid them," Crosshair seethed, crossing his arms.

"If you are ashamed, you will keep feeling like that until you get closure." Tech paused, tapping his foot. "I can't believe I am saying this, but I think Crosshair is right."

Crosshair clenched his jaw. "I know he is."

"Fine, but what am I supposed to say?" Hunter asked, leaning on an arcade machine. "'Hey, Joseta! Sorry that I was a jerk to your friend. Wanna dance?'" He even did a finger gun which made Crosshair shake his head with a chuckle.

Wrecker shrugged, grinning. "Sounds good to me!"

"Maybe try apologizing to Captain Rex first," Tech said. "And then go dance with her." He looked over at the dance floor. Joseta was doing some version of the sprinkler, but with wonky legs. "If I wasn't making us rich, I would actually think about participating even if it is Dey Gelo."

Crosshair recalled Rylann obsessing over the guy. His music was subpar, nothing like Corellian rock but if Rylann liked it, he would try to enjoy it. "I think I might steal Rylann away to give you an opening. Be quick."

Before Hunter could respond, Crosshair brushed past him, sauntering over to Rylann who was doing the Running Man with Joseta. "Ryle, may I steal you for this dance?"

Rylann's eyes lit up. "Of course, Cross." She gave an apologetic look to Joseta. Joseta only responded with a wink.

Crosshair guided Rylann to a spot a few feet away, resting his hand on her back. "So, what do I do?"

"Dance," Rylann responded, doing the Macarena.

Crosshair froze. He didn't think this far. He didn't know how to dance like this. Heck, he barely knew how to dance at all. "As long as I don't step on your toes."