Survival
Summary: "We don't know if the others are dead or alive, and I'm stuck here with you!" "What's the matter, sweetheart? Afraid to be alone with me?" "No...why would I be afraid to be alone with you?" "Just the two of us...alone. Aren't you afraid of what could happen?" A class trip gone wrong. Now, two students must battle for their survival. AU and totally OOC.
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
This story is told from Catherine's POV, in the first person. May throw in Vincent's POV down the line.
Chapter 1
I was the freak. The outcast. The socially illiterate. The one that everyone ignored. I sat alone at lunch, in class and on the bus. No one paid any attention to me. It hurt sometimes, but I preferred it that way.
How I got roped into this trip was beyond me. I hadn't even mentioned it to my parents. The permission slip had been sitting in the bottom of my school bag, forgotten. I didn't want to go. All the athletes and preps would be going...
especially him...
The boy I had been silently crushing on for years. The boy who used to be my best friend. The boy who now acted like I didn't even exist. I had heard him and his cronies talking about how cool the trip would be for the last few weeks.
I remember coming down for breakfast that morning my world tipped on it's axis. It started out just like any other day. I woke up, took my shower, brushed my teeth, and dressed for the day. I came downstairs and got my breakfast. When I sat down to eat, I saw the signed permission slip beside my placemat.
My eyes widened, and I stared at it. My mothers bold doctors scroll was emblazed on it, and I suddenly got a sick feeling in my stomach. My eyes raised to hers across the table.
"Catherine, dear! Why didn't you tell us about your class trip? It's a good thing I found that permission slip, or else you would have missed out on this unique opportunity!" my mother exclaimed. Translation: she had been snooping through my bag, looking for anything to explain my silent behavior, and had come across the permission slip. Not that my behavior was new. I had been acting like this since freshman year.
To be honest, I never used to be like this. Until freshman year, I was well liked, had tons of friends, and the single most important best friend in the entire planet. I went to parties, had sleepovers...all the girlie stuff that teenage girls do. And then...
it all fell apart...
One day, I was popular and well liked...and the next, I was ridiculed and shunned. And the worst thing of all...
it was all his fault...my EX best friend.
The details aren't really that important anymore, so I won't bore anyone with a long winded explanation.
So...moving on...
As I stared at the permission slip, I felt trapped. I shrugged my shoulders, and looked down at my plate. Mom apparently didn't get the hint, cause she kept talking.
"I packed a bag for you already. It's right by the door. I don't understand why you have all those awful black clothes! I borrowed a few of your sister's pretty tops for you, so you wouldn't get too hot out in the wilderness. I didn't think it would be a problem, since you two are just about the same size..."
Mom continued to prattle on, but by now I had tuned her out. I looked toward the door, and saw the offending bag. My lip curled in disgust and I sneered at the bag. I HATED my sister's clothes. They were just so...floral...
Gag me...
I heard the honk of the school bus horn, and stuffed the rest of my breakfast in my pocket, heading for the door. "Bye Mom," I tossed out behind me. I had just made it out the door, when my mother grabbed my shoulder. She handed me the permission slip and the bag, and told me she had put some money in the bag for food, and that she would see me in a week.
If only I knew what was going to happen...
I would have burned that damn permission slip!
A/N I know that was short, but the other chapters will be longer, promise. Just wanted to give you a taste of what to expect. What did you think? Review and let me know!