A/N: Wow. Second Chapter already? Yeah I know, it's weird for me to post so quickly, but I just had a lot of ideas bouncing around for this. Anyways thanks so much to everyone who reviewed the first chapter!! It made my day : ) ::hugs readers::. And as promised, here's Chap Numero Dos.

2. That Idiot with the Toothpick And Rob… (or was it Dave?)

"Anything I can get you?"

Can you get me the hell out of here?

"No, I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

Seriously, shut up.

"Positive."

"Because really, it's no problem—"

Has anyone ever slapped you? Because I will.

"Really," I turned to look at the unfamiliar boy, who was staring at my chest with no hesitation and clearly no intention to look up. "I'm okay." I gave him an icy glare, but since he was staring eight inches south of my eyes, it clearly didn't matter.

"Okay baby, you just let me know, though." He pulled himself away from me (thank God) and with a slimy wink, he got up off of the bench in the Mess Hall. "I'm Rob—A-tent." He smiled proudly. Was their tent a counterpart to their last names? Stupid. I rolled my eyes, but—oh, no he didn't notice because guess where his eyes were?

Yep, back on my chest.

"That's great, Bob was it?"

Well, I might as well have fun.

"No, Rob."

"Thanks for your help Frank." I lost my appetite from looking at him. ( I never really had one to begin with, but the Mess Hall food is actually better than the crap that my Aunt gives me).

"My name's Rob," he repeated more slowly just incase I was hard of hearing. He looked at me, ironically, like I was stupid.

"Alrighty Bill." I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest. He looked disappointed now. I guess I was blocking his view. "I'll be sure to look you up in D -Tent if I need you."

"ROB!" He was turning red from frustration. "A- TENT!"

"Bye Trent." I turned to walk away (10 to 1 says that his eyes had found their way to my ass once I turned around). As I did so, I heard a scoff coming from my left.

"Psh, we would never house some jackass like that in D-Tent."

I looked over. Rob was out of earshot so I'm assuming that the boy in the corner was correcting me.

I raised an eyebrow. I was really not in the mood to be corrected.

But he went one step further.

"You got a lot to learn, girlie."

Excuse me?

I went over to the source of the voice. He was sitting in the furthest table to the left chewing on a stupid toothpick like there was no tomorrow. He was sitting alone (but that wasn't really a surprise because it was sort of late considering the hours they had to keep and most people had gone off to the Rec room). He was bent over a small piece of paper. His eyes (as well as half of his face) were hidden beneath the shadow that was cast by the brim of his hat. I sat down, well aware that I was uninvited. I didn't care.

"What did you just say?"

Seriously, anyone who is patronizing me after the day I've had has got some nerve.

He fingered the toothpick and took it out of his mouth before answering. "Well, he is a jackass. That's why most everyone calls him 'Donkey' round here." He had a southern drawl and I actually found it sort of amusing to hear him speak.

"No, I sort of figured that one out," I said hotly. "I meant the second part."

"Oh." He sat there for a moment and put the toothpick back in his mouth. "Would you rather I called you a man?"

"I would rather that you didn't talk to me at all," I told him coolly. I saw his mouth curl and—what the hell? Is he smirking at me?!

Yes. Yes he was.

Stupid boys.

"You got a name?"

"Yeah."

He paused and saw that I clearly wasn't going to be easy about this. Well, ha, too bad. "Could you tell me?"

"What's yours?"

He turned to me and I could finally see him. Immediately I regretted being so rude to him. He might be an ass, but he was definitely a decent looking one. (Well, compared to most of the boys here). He had soft brown eyes that sort of reminded me of a puppy and tufts of chocolate hair fell into them. "Squid." He answered.

I nearly laughed, but then I realized he was serious. "Is that a family name?"

He gave a half laugh and appreciated my sense of humor. "Nah, it's a nickname."

"What's your real name?" I asked him, now curious. That smirk appeared on his face again and I watched his eyes. I could tell he wasn't going to be easy about this either.

"What's yours?"

"Bella."

"Nickname?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Not a very discreet one, but yeah."

"Short for Isabella?"

I nodded. "You're quick."

"Nah, you're just not very subtle." He looked up at me and I smiled. I like this kid.

"What's yours short for then?"

"Alan." His nose wrinkled in distaste.

"Because Squid is so much better?" I asked him. He shook his head and looked away.

"No, just that Alan is the family name."

"And that's clearly a problem?"

"You don't know my family." His voice suddenly turned cold and hard and his eyes grew distant.

"I'm not pretending like I do." I didn't really like where this was going.

His eyes met mine again and shifted his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. He looked at me thoughtfully and I suddenly felt self-conscious.

"You don't know me."

"I'm not pretending like I do." I told him. He surveyed me again and I felt that same uncomfortable feeling come over me. Stop doing that whole considering thing with the eyes, I wanted to tell him. It's unnerving.

But I didn't. And I still felt his gaze on me.

A one-sided staring contest.

Huh. Now that's a trick.

"Do you want to?"

What?

My head turned to meet his eyes so sharply that I think my neck might have cracked. He did that smirking thing again and I knew that he realized he caught me off guard.

"You two, Mess Hall's closed," the man behind the counter said gruffly as he began wrapping up the left over—could you call it food?—well…brown slop. He sneezed into his hand and continued wrapping.

Remind me to eat at the cabin tomorrow.

Squid must have seen this too because he made a disgusted face and got up off of the bench.

"So I'll see ya around?" He turned to me with a raised eyebrow.

"Looks like it."

"Oh, by the way, the only real tent worth knowing is D-Tent."

"Why?" I asked him.

"Because, it's the one I'm in." He flashed a smile at me, and I noticed that--despite all of the filth surrounding us--his smile was still extraordinarily white and extraordinarily arrogant.

And I watched him go. I rolled my eyes. Stupid D-Tent boy named after a fish with a toothpick in his mouth at all times.

Oh yeah, summer with Aunt Lou is gonna be a real blasty-blast.

A/N: eh, I know, it's much shorter than the last one. Oh well. Reviews are lovely, if you feel like you wanna push the purple button below.

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