Avoiding the Inevitable
The car legitimately stunk.
Not in the good sort of way, but in the sort of way that makes you think you're going to drown in the stench. I suppose it's one of the side effects of riding with an adolescent boy, but it wasn't as if I had chosen to ride with him. It was just one of those things that had been forced upon me, just like this whole camp business.
Apparently it would be 'good for me' to socialize with other 'young adults' my age. I guess my mom was worried about the rapid deterioration of my mental health following my latest breakup with a guy named Matt. Matt was a jerk and I was better off without him, I'd decided, but apparently my heart hadn't gotten the memo. Pity.
Anyway, I'd cut off all tabs with my former friends and basically turned up my sarcasm and bluntness into high gear, which pretty much scared off any potential friends or romantic interests. And I guess they thought that a summer in camp would be just the thing to remake me into their model Jade West, which would probably be a preppy blonde lifeguard that liked to save small children and puppies. That girl is pretty much the opposite of me.
To make a long story short, I wasn't exactly looking forward to the whole 'camp experience', but I jumped out of the car nonetheless. This seemed to please my mother – probably she actually believed that I was looking forward to Camp Vision, which secretly I liked to call Camp Vomit. I didn't know what I was meant to be envisioning this week at camp, but probably it would be the day that I finally got to leave. And to think this was only the first week of many.
Standing directly in front of me were two of the counselors, judging by their baby blue camp shirts. One of them, a synthetic redhead, grinned widely at me. "You must be Jade West!"
"You're the last to arrive," remarked the other not-so-peppy counselor with small boobs.
"There's a reason for that," I snapped, crossing my arms. "Where am I supposed to be going?"
The redhead yelped and pointed toward a rundown green building, her brown eyes wide. I just smirked and turned back to my mother. "Bye."
"Bye, Jade!" my mom called. I didn't even bother saying goodbye to Jeremiah; he'd be at camp soon enough to irritate me all the more. I just stalked off in the direction of the green building that the redhead had pointed out.
Fifteen hundred forms and loads of awkward introductions later, I was in the ugly blue shirt and being drug to my cabin by the peppy redhead, whose name I had discovered was Cat Valentine. I had discovered that in the rules it said that I had to be civil to everyone at camp, and apparently that included annoying redheads. I also knew that it was certainly in my best interests to maintain my job, seeing as my dad had threatened to stop paying for my tuition to Hollywood Arts (the local arts college). Considering my interest in becoming an actress/playwright, that was NOT a good thing at all.
According to Cat, there were six cabins in a unit, and each cabin had a partner cabin. The 'partner cabins' were full of males. This in itself concerned me, but Cat assured me that there were fairly strict rules about that, and anyone caught 'doing anything' would be asked to leave immediately. That was apparently one of my jobs, though I would mainly have younger campers so that wouldn't be a problem. I did have to wonder about the counselors, though.
"Nah," Cat said with a grin. "No counselor romances here so far! We stick to the rules." She grinned. "Anyway, we're at your cabin now, Cabin 16! I'm in your unit, just over there in Cabin 14." She beckoned with her thumb to a cabin nearby that was the same sickening shade of blue-green as mine.
With a frown, I grabbed my bags and offered Cat a parting nod, then stormed through the doors of my cabin. It all seemed a bit bland – I'd have to liven it up, I supposed. Then I stormed into the counselor room and threw down my stuff, quickly beginning to unpack.
It seemed like less than a minute (though I suppose it had to have been longer) before I heard a knock on the door. Quickly I walked over to the door, ready to give whoever it was a piece of my mind, but my mind came to a crashing halt when I saw who was on the other side.
A gorgeous guy stood there. He grinned at me awkwardly, then said, "Can I come in?"
"No," was the first thing that came to my mind, but I followed it up with a quick, "Why should I let you?"
"Because I'm your cabin partner," the guy told me with a hint of a smirk. Then he walked in anyway – without invitation, might I add – and slipped into my room, taking a seat on my bed. "Nice comforter," he commented, which irritated me. After all, my mom had packed the pink and blue striped comforter, not me.
I just scowled at him. The nerve of this guy! Then I said, "You're my cabin partner?"
"Yeah," he said slowly, like I was stupid or something. "Problem?"
"Yes, I do have a problem!" I retorted, raising an eyebrow. "I've known you all of five seconds and already you seem like a conceited jerk."
The corner of the dude's mouth quirked up. "I get that a lot," he informed me, and I thought that was probably for a good reason. "I'm Beck Oliver."
As you can imagine, I wanted to give this guy a piece of my mind, but I remembered the whole rule about 'being civil' or some chiz and I bit my tongue. I managed to grit out a halfway civil "Jade West" before averting my gaze.
Fortunately, Beck just laughed. "You don't seem pleased to be here," he observed.
"I don't want to be here," I replied sullenly. "My mom thinks it'll build character, and anyway I'm not an 'alumni' so I don't know anybody and I don't plan to know anybody."
Beck just shrugged. "Well, you're not the only one. It's my first year as well, and Tori's too."
Tori. The name sounded familiar, but I shrugged it off and decided to move on. "What exactly does cabin partners entail?" I inquired.
"Entail?" Beck stared at me for a minute, then grinned. "You use such big words."
"At least I can speak properly, unlike you." I scowled. "Answer my question."
"It means that we have to sit together at meals, do a couple of activities together, all kinds of stuff like that." Beck gave a small shrug. "You know, normal stuff."
I didn't think all of that stuff was normal, but I nodded anyway. "Great."
All of the 'cabin leaders' in our unit had to sit together at dinner that night, so that meant I was stuck with Beck, Cat, her cabin partner Robbie, and two other freaky cabin leaders – an annoying brunette named Trina, who was apparently the sister of that Tori chick (who, according to Cat, was the girl who'd been with Cat this morning) and a stalkerish guy named Sinjin. Thankfully, Tori was in Unit 1, not Unit 3.
Cat babbled on about her brother while the rest of us looked on in concern. At last, I interrupted and asked darkly, "Um, Cat, does your brother have mental problems?"
Of course, that made little Cat squeal, "What's that supposed to mean?" and stare at me with wide, dark eyes. I quickly said "sorry", only because I didn't want her to cry. Thankfully, Robbie's known Cat for quite a while, so he took her away to deal with her, leaving me with Beck, Trina, and Sinjin.
Cat had been wrong about one thing – the counselors did flirt quite a bit. In fact, all of the girls seemed
bent on flirting with Beck, including Trina. I guess she couldn't have known, since it was Beck's first year, but anyway. That left Sinjin to awkwardly smile at me and try to strike a conversation about how my eyes reflected the moonlight and what kind of toothbrush I had. Not exactly my type of guy. (Not that I have a type, cause I don't.)
Anyway, I was getting kind of fed up with the whole situation, and Beck must have sensed it. He walked over and grabbed my hand, pulling me up from the table, and said quickly to the head counselor (a slightly loopy sort of older guy named Sikowitz), "Jade and I are going to head back to the cabin for a little bit of planning, if that's okay."
He agreed and told us to be back at the dining hall at 3 for more planning, but that was in two hours so we quickly agreed and took off. I let go of his hand as soon as we got out of the dining hall and raised an eyebrow at him. Beck just laughed.
"Trina's not exactly my type," he explained, "and, well, you didn't seem to be having much fun either, so I thought I'd get us both out of it."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "We're not going to be planning, are we? Because I hate planning, almost as much as I hate these scratchy shirts."
He just grinned and ran a hand through his hair. "Nah. I thought I'd give you a tour, actually."
"And you know the camp so well?" I questioned, not refusing the tour – despite how conceited and annoying Beck was, his company was definitely preferable to Sinjin's, or worse, Trina or Tori's. "I mean, this is your first year as well, right?"
"Yeah, but Tori gave me a tour earlier today," he explained. For some reason, that made me even more irritated at Tori, though I couldn't exactly explain why. It wasn't like I had any interest in Beck Oliver romantically. I mean, sure, he was attractive, but his personality was as bland as unsweet tea.
I nodded my head, not really sure of what else to do. Then he took off walking, pointing out all of the 'important' things, and I tried to match his pace.
One thing that Cat had said about the cabin partners stuck out in my mind. Naturally, she'd said, there were quite a few occasions where the partners were given the chance to compete.
As I followed him, a small smile made its way onto my face. Bring it on, Beck Oliver, I thought, then stepped up the pace.
The rest of the week was filled with incessant, boring training and planning. I spoke to Beck (and, well, everyone else) only when necessary; I wasn't looking to make 'life-long' friendships like they were. Beck seemed to have built up a fanclub of bimbos, yet he hardly ever showed interest in them. In fact, he seemed to show more interest in me than them, and I was hardly ever even nice to him.
Camp officially begun the next Monday. I was told that I wouldn't have a CIT this week, not until next week, they said. I didn't mind much; it was difficult enough dealing with ten young girls without throwing an annoying teenage girl in there as well.
I was told to sit in the cabin and wait until the girls showed up, so that was just what I did. That was, until Beck showed up.
"Don't you have campers to wait for?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Beck said with a shrug, "but they never show up on time. Registration goes freakishly slow. These are the things you need to learn, young grasshopper."
"What, has Tori been giving you advice?" I asked in a mocking tone.
"Nah, Robbie told me," Beck replied with a slight grin. I tried to picture Robbie and Beck having a heart-to-heart chat, but the picture was actually quite ridiculous, what with Robbie's curly mop of brown hair, super pale skin, and nerdy glasses. "Why? You jealous?"
"As if," I said quickly with a not-so-ladylike snort. Of course, the door burst open then, revealing a small blonde girl with freckles and mischievous blue eyes.
She strode right up to me, apparently having no qualms about speaking to strangers. With a small smirk, she asked me forcefully, "Are you my counselor?"
"Yeah, I'm Jade," I said bluntly. "Pick a bunk and put your stuff down."
Relentlessly, the girl continued. "Is he your boyfriend? Are you supposed to have your boyfriend in the cabin? My momma says to never be alone with guys."
"He's definitely not my boyfriend," I assured the girl quickly, shooting a quick glare at Beck. "He's the counselor for the cabin next door, actually. And he was just leaving."
"Yeah, I was," Beck said with a small wave. "See ya, Jade. Bye..." He trailed off, staring at the girl.
"Sophia," the girl declared self-importantly, turning back to me as Beck left. "He's not bad-looking. If you want a boyfriend, he should be your boyfriend."
"Not happening," I informed Sophia. "Now hurry up and get your bed ready. We're going swimming in an hour or so."
Within the next thirty minutes, my other nine girls arrived. Layla, a small girl with wavy, dark brown hair and bright blue-green eyes, Anna, a tomboyish redhead, Carrie, a slightly shy girl, Katie, a girl with dark almond eyes who looked like she could pack a punch if necessary, Reina, a girl who decided to act like a total and complete diva, Sidney, an even-tempered girl with pretty chocolate skin (although I strongly dislike the word 'pretty'), Mara, a girl who didn't seem happy to be there at all, Lexie, who seemed excited about everything, and Mallory, her brunette best friend with a weird laugh. All of them were ages eight to eleven, practically babies (at least in my eyes).
Lexie led the way to the pool, prancing back and forth in her polka-dotted bathing suit. It was then that I realized that swimming was with the entire unit, and therefore Mr. Oliver and his lovely cabin would be there as well. At least I'd packed a bathing suit that covered my belly (I absolutely loathe the word tankini), so he couldn't perv on me.
As soon as I got in the pool, half of my cabin decided that it was in my best interest for me to be splashed, and despite my protests, they drenched me in water. I growled and hissed and did all the typical scary stuff, and yet these girls weren't scared of me when half of my high school (full of HIGH SCHOOLERS) was!
Then I heard a hearty laugh from behind me, and of course when I spun around, that idiot Beck Oliver was standing right behind me. So basically he was pretty much asking for it. Anyway, I managed to pin him down in no time and get him down in the water, soaking every inch of his pretty boy head. He then resurfaced and proceeded to find out that I was quite ticklish, and well, he can be pretty relentless when he wants to be.
Once he let me go at last, I realized that all the girls (and heck, some of Beck's boys) were staring at us. One of Cat's girls asked quietly, "Is that allowed?"
"Well, he's her boyfriend," Sophia said self-importantly. "So that's allowed! It's called flirting."
And then I proceeded to sink down in the water and drown. If only.
I tried to avoid Beck for the rest of the day, mainly since I was so embarrassed. Cat, of course, came up to me and asked if Beck and I were dating. I vehemently denied it, but I doubt she got the point, because two minutes later Robbie came up to me and congratulated me because Beck's 'a fairly good-looking man'. Sometimes I wonder about that guy.
At this rate, the camp administrator, apparently some woman named Helen, would find out soon enough, and then I'd be sent home just like that. And I wasn't even dating Beck! I didn't want to, either.
But unfortunately, at dinner, our unit was at one long cafeteria-style table. And he didn't seem to have any qualms about plopping down beside me, because that was just what he did. He turned to grin at me. "We're going to wipe the floors with you during Cabin Cleanup tomorrow."
I have a slightly competitive nature, just so you know and all. So I couldn't resist. I had to retort with, "In your dreams, Oliver. We're the real champions." Then all of my girls chimed in with simultaneous "Yeah!" exclamations, which made it feel like I had a gang or something, I don't know.
"We'll see about that," Beck replied with a quiet chuckle. This, of course, started an argument between the boys in Beck's cabin and the girls in my cabin, which turned out to be exactly what Beck had wanted. He turned to me with a small half-smile. "You seem a little bit uptight."
"Half the camp thinks that we're dating," I retorted through gritted teeth, glancing around and hoping that no one was watching us.
"Why's that so bad?" Beck wondered, as if he genuinely did not know.
"Because we're not, you imbecile!" I exploded, glaring at him. Shouldn't that much be obvious?
Beck just shrugged and held my gaze for a minute, long enough to make me uncomfortable, then he turned back to his plate and took a bite of his hot dog. "This camp food is actually really good. Joshua, what do you think?"
I groaned and nearly shoved my forehead into a plate full of baked beans, which sent Mallory into peals of hysterical laughter. Yeah, this was definitely character building.
By the time bedtime finally rolled around, I was absolutely exhausted. I did have to put the girls to bed first, though, and that turned into a huge ordeal.
"I'm scared of the dark," Carrie whimpered, pushing a dark curl behind her ear. "I can't sleep when it's this dark."
Truthfully, it wasn't really dark at all, but of course I couldn't say that. I just bit my lip to keep from saying anything hurtful or sarcastic, because she was, after all, only a child, and then plugged in her nightlight by her bed. Of course, as soon as I'd finished that, yet another girl woke up and immediately burst into tears.
I slipped over to Layla's bedside and wiped the tears from her cheek with a tissue, then quietly asked, "What's wrong?"
"I keep having nightmares," Layla whimpered. "My mommy and daddy fight a lot, and it scares me, so I sometimes have nightmares at night." She frowned and let another tear slip down her cheek.
"It'll be okay," I promised at last, although I knew I could not honestly promise anything. I mean, I knew how she felt, at least."I know it will be okay." Then I sang to her, one of the hymns I'd heard back in grade school. Thankfully, Layla drifted off to sleep. It was then that I finally got to slip into my bed and drift off to sleep.
Of course, Beck Oliver plopped down beside me at breakfast the next day. He grinned and raised an eyebrow at me. "Nice hairdo."
My hair was slightly puffy, due to the fact that I hadn't had time to dry it or really do anything to it last night. I rolled my eyes at him, taking in his hair – as shiny and perfect as always, much to my dismay. Instead of saying this, though, I just made a face at him. "I could say the same for you."
"Except my hair looks gorgeous," Beck said confidently, running a hand through his hair. I wondered if this was one of the methods he used to pick up girls. If he was trying to pick me up, though, it wasn't going to work. I wasn't here to have some stupid little summer fling. In fact, if it was up to me, I wouldn't even be here at all.
"You wish," I scoffed. "Now, is there something you want, or are you just here to annoy me?"
"I just wanted to let you know that we're going to wipe the floor with you for Cabin Cleanup," Beck told me with a small chuckle. "Possibly literally."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "In your dreams, Oliver. We're going to win."
Robbie, who had unfortunately chosen to sit directly across from us, jumped in with a quick, "Hey, who's to say that I'm not going to win Cabin Cleanup? I mean, I have some pretty efficient cleaning skills!"
"Yeah, or maybe I could win," Cat jumped in, looking slightly wounded. "Or maybe even Trina or Sinjin! Who knows?" Robbie, of course, nodded in agreement, then smiled at Cat, making his interest in her painfully obvious. Yeah, so much for no romance, Cat!
I glanced over at Beck and we both immediately burst into laughter, which made Cat and Robbie frown all the more. At last, I said, "Yeah, I'm sure one of you guys could win. But this is kinda a thing between Beck and I, and well, I made sure my campers did a brilliant job cleaning up."
There was a slight glint in Beck's eyes as he glanced over at me. "I made sure of the same thing."
"I guess we'll have to wait and see then!" Cat chirped, glancing between the two of us. My mouth curved up into a wicked smile.
"Still doubt Robbie's gonna win, though," I had to add. Of course, that made all of his campers start protesting at once, saying how they had really worked very hard (doubtful) and how Robbie was actually a good cabin leader, although he was a bit weird (this made me laugh). Robbie just shook his head and scowled at me.
Beck just smiled over at me, a secretive, mysterious sort of smile that made me wonder what went on in his messed-up, pretty boy head.
They waited until lunch to announce the winner of Cabin Cleanup, which meant that Beck was sitting right beside me once again, much to my dismay. I scowled at him, remembering that I had resolved not to make any friendships, and besides he looked entirely confident that he was going to win. That in itself scared me.
Helen made her way to the front and grinned at all of us, her pet rats here at Camp Vomit. She grinned brightly at everyone, then said, "Hey, people. We're so glad to have you all here at Camp Vision! Now who's ready for the results of Cabin Cleanup?"
Everyone yelled, but apparently it wasn't loud enough for Helen, because she yelled "I can't hear you!" That only increased the sound level, and I had to plug my ears. I hate screaming.
She started out with Unit 1, of course, and the winner was Tori's cabin – no surprise there! Of course Little Miss Perfect Counselor would win that too. A rebellious looking guy (who was admittedly kind of hot) stood up to claim the prize for Unit 2, and then at last it was Unit 3.
"The winner is..." Helen said, trailing off to add to the suspense, "...Cabin 15!"
It took me a moment to realize that was Beck's cabin. And then my mouth dropped open.
Beck's boys were jumping around and yelling like miniature banshees, while my girls looked a combination of shocked and disappointed. Beck was ecstatic, possibly moreso than the boys in his cabin, and as soon as he claimed the flag, he returned to rub it in my face. "I told you so, Jade!"
"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, not meeting his eyes. I was slightly embarrassed, to say the least, and at the same time, slightly bitter. After all, the girls in my cabin and I had worked hard. The looks on their faces were quite possibly the worst part.
He grinned, waving the flag in front of my face one last time, then setting the pole on his shoulder so that the flag flew proudly behind him. At last, he took a seat – right next to me again, probably to show off his stupid flag. "Looks like you're going to have to step it up a bit," he said, handing me a blue sheet of paper.
It was the scoring sheet for my cabin. I had no idea why they'd given it to him; it was really none of his business. But then again, Beck could probably get anything he wanted just because of his good looks and his extremely fluffy hair. It was yet another reason that I should hate this boy, really.
I read over it quickly, seeing that I'd forgotten to turn off the lights and that we needed to be more careful about dirt and uniformity. We had a 95, anyway, which would be plenty good enough for me under normal circumstances. Curiously, I snatched up the paper for Beck's cabin and saw that they'd given him a 99.
"99?" I inquired, glancing up at him from over the sheet of paper. "You weren't good enough for a 100?"
"Offensive," Beck replied, pretending to look offended. "We had a bit of dirt on the floor; nothing too scandalous. Besides, I doubt that they give anyone a perfect score."
"They could," I said. In my defense, it was a reflex – it was in my nature to challenge everything, especially if someone said that I couldn't do something, because I very well could, thank you very much. "In fact, I could. Just you watch. Tomorrow I'm gonna get a perfect score."
"Doubt that." Beck chuckled softly. Chiz, he was so annoying. "You can't even beat me!"
"Can too," I replied. At that point, people were finally beginning to trickle out, so I picked up my tray angrily and stormed over to the trashcan. My girls all followed me indignantly, shooting angry glares at Beck as they left.
Reina put her hands on her hips dramatically as we walked out. "Are you and Beck fighting? Are you gonna break up?"
I glanced over at her. "You can't break up if you were never dating in the first place."
"Want me to beat him up?" Katie asked darkly, sending the rest of the girls into peals of laughter. I just shook my head and kept walking. This was why it was best to keep my distance.
This whole ordeal reminded me slightly of the disaster with Matt, and that was one thing I'd been hoping to avoid at camp. I didn't want to be reminded of Matt.
I just wanted to forget.
My girls had free time at around 5 that day, which meant I was free for an hour. Of course, Beck had to show up and ruin my one time of relaxation, most likely to show off about how he was right (which was something that I really couldn't care less about).
He strode in the door and positioned himself so that he was standing right in front of my bed. With a small half-smile, he said, "Jade."
"What do you want?" I groaned, looking up from the very interesting, not at all girly book I had been reading and raising an eyebrow. I didn't know if this was how he usually wooed girls, but if so, he had a lot of work to do.
"I won," he told me again, giving me a small smile.
"So what?" I exclaimed, giving him a dark glare in return. What did he want? An admission that I was wrong? A ten-hour gloating party?
"So you owe me something," Beck replied, sitting down beside me and staring at me with his stupid chocolate eyes. He looked like a small puppy instead of an annoying boy, which was slightly endearing, but mostly irritating. At last, he finished. "Will you go on a walk with me?"
Was that it? I stared at him, puzzled. I'd been expecting something embarrassing; you know, him forcing me to say in front of everyone that he was better than me or something. But perhaps he wanted to, I dunno, walk me to my demise. I agreed nonetheless, because I didn't know what else to do, and admittedly I was a little bit curious. Was that so wrong?
Beck smiled over at me. "You look a little nervous."
"You look like you're plotting to embarrass me in front of all the imbeciles at this camp," I spat back.
At once, he stopped walking. He just stared at me with dark eyes. After a minute of this, he finally said, "Do you think that lowly of me?"
"Yes," I replied, crossing my arms and staring defiantly at him.
"I wouldn't do that to you," he informed me, running a hand through his hair, and oddly enough he actually sounded serious. Somehow his hand made its way to my shoulder and he squeezed it. "I don't actually think I would do that to anyone. So calm down."
For whatever reason, I believed him, so I gave him a tiny nod. He gave me a small smile and started walking again, removing his hand from my shoulder. "I hear you're an actress."
"You could say that," I confirmed with a nod. "I do have an interest in writing plays and singing as well, though. I'm not just an actress."
This made a small smile flicker onto his face. "Sing something for me."
"What? No," I said quickly, raising an eyebrow. Why would he want me to sing? Furthermore, why would I sing for him? I didn't even like him!
"Please," he pleaded, which was pretty weird, because normally he liked to act all blasé and chill, like nothing fazed him. "How about we make a deal? If you like the place I take you to, then you have to sing for me."
"Deal," was my immediate response. I didn't like anything, especially not him, so probably I wouldn't like wherever the heck he took me to. And if I did... well, I could deal with that if it actually happened, which it probably wouldn't.
But once we got there, I realized that I had been proven wrong once again. The view was breathtaking – rolling hills and beautiful green trees, all laid out in front of a baby blue sky. Even though I hated most everything, this wasn't something that I was capable of hating. I just stood there for a moment, mesmerized by its beauty, until an annoying voice broke through my haze.
"Was I right, or was I right?" he asked with a confident grin, coming over to sit down on the rock beside me. I sat down hesitantly beside him and he chuckled. "Let's hear that gorgeous voice of yours now."
His confidence in me was startling; for all he knew, I could have the voice of a dying cow. But I rolled my eyes anyway and asked, "What song?"
He looked stumped for a moment, but then he responded, "Do you know the song Okay? Because it's a really pretty song, and..."
"Yeah, I know it," I replied immediately. I didn't mention that it was actually one of my favorite songs; no need for the kid to think we had similar tastes in music. I wasn't going to lead him on or anything. Really, I was doing him a favor.
He raised an eyebrow and I begun to sing. It was really an odd situation; no one ever asked me to sing for them, but then again I suppose Beck Oliver wasn't the normal sort of guy.
In all honesty, I wasn't the best singer, but despite it all, Beck looked mesmerized. His eyes were wide and his face split into a grin as I finished. After a second of staring at me, like he was drinking me in or something (and yes, it was as creepy as it sounds), he said softly, "That was amazing."
I couldn't help it. A slow blush crept up over my cheeks. No one ever complimented my singing, after all. Ducking my head, I just gave a nod in response. "Thanks."
"No, seriously," Beck said, his finger sliding under my chin to push it up so that I was looking him in the eyes. "You're amazing."
And then my head was spinning, because let's face it, not many people told a girl like me that I was amazing. However, I was determined that I would not become one of those girls, one of those girls that fell hard just because of a few words that some stupid guy said. Beck was leaning in a bit, like he wanted to kiss me, but I pulled back before he could. Not happening.
"So how'd you find this place?" I asked quietly, glancing around.
Beck ran a hand through his hair, giving me a small smile. "It wasn't hard. Last week, during our breaks, I got bored and went on hikes, and I just happened upon this place one day. I decided it was the one place I didn't want to leave."
"Do you usually want to leave places?" I asked teasingly, though I knew what he meant. It was odd to consider the fact that Beck Oliver and I might actually have something in common. I'd grown so accustomed to automatically disliking the things that he enjoyed.
"Not when you're here," he replied flirtatiously, a teasing glint in his eye. I just socked him in the shoulder and laughed, an odd sound. It was weird how I was starting to warm up to him.
Actually, everything about this was weird.
A/N: Yes another multichap I know you all HATE ME but like okay I have all of this written so I can publish it whenever but it was 15K+ words so I wasn't gonna publish it as a oneshot. Anyway. Hope you liked it. I know it's bad and a bit rushed but whatevs LOL. (I blame Alyssa for everything kthanksbye.)
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