Disclaimer- I don't own anything from Holes. I only own Hayden.

Hayden POV

I groaned as I felt someone shake me up. I covered my face with my pillow and someone chuckled at me.

"You better get up," I heard someone say in a Southern drawl,"you don't wanna be digging at the hottest time of the day."

I sat up reluctantly and stood. I didnt get to see who woke me up though, because all of the boys were on their way outside already. I fixed my hair into a ponytail and followed the boys outside.

We walked toward this shack labeled,'Library' where Mr. Sir was standing. He opened the doors to reveal shovels and boys started taking them. After I got my shovel, I followed the guys to a table that had tortillas on it. Assumably our breakfast. I walked right past the table, only to be stopped by X-Ray.

"Where do you think your going?" he asked, standing in front of me.

"To go dig my hole," I stated quietly.

"You're not going anywhere until you eat. You'll need your energy." He handed me a tortilla.

I reluctantly took it, figuring I would burn all the calories by the time I finished digging.

I bit into it as I was walking and nearly gagged.

I was about to throw the tortilla to the dirt when Armpit came up behind me.

"You're gonna need the strength."

I sighed and choked it down. I dragged my shovel behind me as all of D tent followed Mr. Sir to where we'd be digging. He beckoned me over and drew an 'X in the dirt with his shoe.

"I'm not gonna babysit you, this ain't girl scouts," Mr. Sir told me,"get digging."

I struck the dirt with my shovel hard, and the ground cracked a little. I did it again, this time jumping on the shovel and broke threw the dirt. But, of course, I fell down. I heard some snickers and rolled my eyes, standing.

"Thanks guys, I feel the love," I mumbled under my breath.

Around noon, Pendanski came with the truck to bring us lunch. I hope no one makes me eat again; I felt gross whenever I ate. Besides, judging by the disgusting tortilla, the rest of the food probably tastes like shit too. I dropped my shovel and tried to pushed myself up and out of my hole, but when my hands made contact with the dirt,they stung like hell. I winced and dropped myself back into my hole. Luckily, someone came over and stuck their hand out for me. I took their hand and he pulled me out of my hole with ease. I looked up to see my savior. Squid. I smiled in thanks and went to get on line.

"You got any blisters yet, chica?" Magnet asked.

I held up my hands for him to see and he winced.

"Don't worry, the first hole's always the hardest," Magnet smiled reassuringly.

I got my tray from Pendanski and on it was an apple, a sandwich and some graham crackers. I sat on the edge of my hole and bit into the apple. It wasn't the best, but at least it didn't have a ton of calories and the boys wouldn't get suspious.

I finished the apple and put my tray to the side. I could feel a pair of eyes on me, and I turned around to see Squid watching me from his hole. He turned his head back to his hole and continued digging.

Why was Squid staring at me? I furrowed my eyebrows, but dropped it.

I hopped back into my hole and winced as I gripped my shovel. Working through the pain, I kept digging.

No POV

After a few more hours, the members of D tent began to finish their holes. Hayden sighed as she heard Caveman leave.

"Do you want me to wait for you, Hayden?" Caveman asked.

"No it's ok. Thanks though," Hayden said.

Caveman then spit in his hole, and left. After about 20 more She measured her hole for the final time, and threw her shovel out of the hole.

Hayden looked at her hands. How was she supposed to get out? She cautiously put her hands to the dirt and winced sharply. Hayden kept her hands on the dirt and pushed herself up. Squeezing her eyes shut, she got out of her hole. Her hands were blistered and bloody. Hayden stood and walked back to D tent, miserable.

Hayden POV

I trudged into the tent and all the boys looked up at me. I walked past them and sat the my cot, staring at my bloody hands.

"You ain't gonna talk to us?" X-Ray said, approaching me.

I shrugged and the rest of the guys stood behind X-Ray, staring at me. I shifted uncomfortably on my cot and made sure the sleeves of my jumpsuit were pulled down.

"C'mon chika we ain't so bad," Magnet stated.

"Maybe if you stopped staring at me I'd talk to you more," I mumbled.

"So she can talk." I recognized the sexy Southern accent immediately. WAIT. Sexy?! I just got here why am I thinking like this? Anyway, I looked up and discovered that the voice belonged to a smirking Squid who had a toothpick hanging off his lip.

I rolled my eyes. Well duh I can talk you dipshit.

X-Ray sat next to her and slung an arm around my shoulder.

"I'm sorry for all the staring you've been getting, but you're a girl in an all boys camp. What'd you expect?" he said matter-of-factually.

"Yeah at least your in our tent though," Zigzag said,"Do you know what Lump from B tent is in here for?"

I shook my head, nervous for the answer. But, before Zig could respond, Armpit hit him on the back of the head.

"You tryin' to scare her, man?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"She should know," Zigzag stated.

X-Ray removed his arm and stood, looking around and debating whether or not to tell me.

"They kidnapped and raped three girls!" Zigzag blurted out anxiously.

I tensed in my seat. Rapists.. I shuddered.

"Don't worry, we'll make sure nothing happens to you. D tent sticks together," Squid said, grinning.

I stared at Squid, not able to turn my eyes away. He's gorgeous. His tall frame leaned against a pole holding up the tent. His lips were curled up into a lopsided grin, still holding his toothpick. What used to be a white rag, which now was covered with dirt, was draped around his neck and his eyes...NO! Stop. You just got here yesterday and you're calling someone gorgeous?! Ugh.

I quickly snapped my head back down to my burning hands.

"Squid's right, Hayden," X-Ray grinned and moved on from the topic,"Wanna head to the Wreck Room?"

"Sure,"I shrugged and stood. All the boys, even Zero, walked to the Wreck Room, pushing each other and joking as they went.

We got inside and I realized how messed up the room actually was. Yeah I was in here yesterday, but I was too tired to really notice why it was called the Wreck Room. The television was nothing more than a bunch of static and the couch was ripped up with stuffing falling out of it. The pool tables were crooked and the lights flickered every now and then. But it was kinda nice. It was cool to have a place to relax but it didn't seem like I'd be able to stretch and do flips in here. Hmm maybe I could try it outside.

The guys started a game of pool and Zigzag sat in front of the TV, claiming he was watching The Simpson's. I sat in a rickety chair and allowed my thoughts to drift to the one person who, for some reason,wouldn't get out of my head.

Squid.

Next chapter will be up soon! Thanks so much for reading.

~Liz