10. So Many Complications….
CPOV
Ugh! Ugh, ugh, ugh. Why am I such a chicken?!
I could see the slight hurt and confusion on Nate's face as I hopped up from the beach and zipped up the path.
Why do I always do that? It used to be a trick of mine but now…now I just feel honestly guilty. Instead of leaving them wondering…now I'm just guilty.
I ran and hid in my cabin. I knew Nate wouldn't follow me.
He didn't.
Why did I feel disappointed?
I saw him walk by a few minutes later, glance at the cabin, and it almost looked like he sighed. Then, the walked away. Shane followed a few seconds later.
A lump rose in my throat. Had I really hurt his feelings?
Mitchie came into the cabin a few minutes later. She seemed surprised I was already sitting sadly on my bed, my un-opened lap top balancing on my legs.
She smiled gently, then giggled, obviously remembering the charade in the woods.
"Hey," she greeted me.
"Hi." I worked hard to keep the sadness from my voice, but even I think I did a poor job.
"Are you okay?" Mitchie asked, watching me while she ran a comb through her hair.
"Fine," I murmured.
"Where's Nate?"
"His cabin." I think. A small sigh escaped my lips.
Mitchie put her comb down and looked at me curiously. "Did he get mad or something?"
"No," I answered, then glared playfully at her. "He's only mad at you and your boyfriend."
Mitchie coughed, hiding another choke of laughter-and a smile.
I rolled my eyes.
"What?" she asked defensively. "It was funny."
"Maybe to you," I retorted. "I thought I was going to have a heart attack! And poor Nate was freaked, too."
Mitchie grinned. "Relax, Caitlyn," she chuckled.
"Don't count on it," I grumbled, my thoughts going back to Nate. Was he okay?
I had a sudden idea. Using the speed and reflexes of my spy self, I flung a pillow at her.
Perfect aim! I thought as it smacked her in the face. She shrieked and flung it back.
I ducked. The movement caused me to fall off the bed. I rolled and popped back up a second later. With a smile, I darted into the bathroom, shut the door, and waited.
Mitchie would leave eventually.
NPOV
Caitlyn barely glanced back at me as she ran up the embankment. I could feel the hurt and confusion on my face.
So close…
I stopped myself. Why was I feeling…disappointed?
Shane suddenly appeared next to me, grinning playfully.
"Hey-ah," he said cheerfully.
"Hi," I muttered.
"Dumped?" he asked.
"No," I grumbled. "We aren't together."
"Suuurrreee," Shane said slyly.
"She just left for some reason. See you later." I hopped up and wandered back to our cabins. As I passed Cait's, I stopped and glanced at it. Sighing, I walked slowly back towards Connect 3's cabin.
Shane followed me and beat me to the cabin. "So what did you do, anyway?" he asked.
"Nothing." I rifled through my bags for one of my guitar picks before settling on the bed.
"Uh huh." Shane leaned over to open up the mini fridge he had snuck in. He cracked open a Sprite then looked at me. "So, really. Did you try to kiss her or something?" He sipped the soda while watching me.
Of course, I'd been drinking from my water bottle at that time.
I choked, spraying myself and the bed with water. Flaming red, I wiped my mouth and began to cough violently.
Shane stared at me. "You what?"
I was still half choking. "Nothing!" I gasped.
"Dude," Shane groaned. "No. Major no. You can't try to…you met her how many days ago? Dude!" He sighed.
"I didn't," I snarled. "Leave me alone Shane. Go play with your girlfriend." I wiped my mouth again for good measure and turned to my guitar.
"She's not my-" I stopped him with a look. "Okay, fine, so what?" Shane crossed his arms like a kid and pouted, scowling at the floor.
I rolled my eyes. "Like I said, go play with your girlfriend."
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