Chapter Fourteen: 'Scary' Stories

That morning, I woke up sad. I woke up wanting to jump off a cliff, and land in a river full of crocodiles or alligators or something. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed, looking down at the floor.

"What's wrong with you?" Amber asked, sitting on my bed while peeling a banana. "Are you still down about yesterday?"

I nodded my head. "I made a mistake! And then I made it worse by not talking to him afterwards! Oh, I'm such an idiot!"

She shook her head, her dirty blonde lock whipping all over the place. "Idiots are people who throw themselves off of cliffs!" Ironic, no? "Idiots are people who go out and have sex before they're married!"

My eyes widened. "What the hell!" I nearly screamed. "That's me!"

She stopped chewing, her mouth full of banana mush as she looked at me with wide eyes. "I…I'm sorry!"

"Don't talk with food in your mouth, it's gross." I mumbled as I slipped out of bed. I got dressed in a blank tank top and white shorts. I ran a comb through my hair, and used the straightner that Ammelia had ready for me since she had used it earlier.

I slipped on a pair of black flip-flops, and headed down towards the Mess Hall, with Amber at my side, as quite as if somebody had died. But I felt dead, so I guessed that it counted.

When I walked in the Mess Hall, everybody went quite. That meant that somehow, word had gotten through. I guessed Zach, the only one out of all my friends and their boyfriends that would do that kind of thing.

When I slammed my tray down next to Ammelia, I slapped the poor boy across the face, managing to avoid the brace. He closed his eyes with pain, held his head with his hands, and screamed.

"I can't believe you told people!" I screamed.

Ammelia gasped and pushed away from him. "Did you?" She asked, shocked.

He winced, held his face, and then said, "Maybe." All innocently.

"Maybe!" I mocked, using a sissy girly voice. "Yeah right! Maybe my butt! You went around and told all the people who didn't need to know!"

A hand was then on my shoulder, and when I spun around I was met by a pair of sad brown eyes. Matt's eyes. "We need to talk." He whispered.

Everybody was whispering, no doubt about Matt and I. I nodded my head, and flipped off the whole Mess Hall.

When we were outside, we walked over a little bit to assure the people wouldn't hear. He started off with, "I love you, and I'm not going to say I'm sorry."

I ended it with, " You don't need to say your sorry." And then we kissed, and I was happy again. Just like that. It was pretty funny how things happened sometimes. There were simple, quick moments in life, and you made the best of them.

Right now I was savoring his lips on mine. I was savoring just his taste. And when we pulled away, I was storing his smile away in my head.

"I love you." Was all he said. And that was all he had to say.

"Your friend's an ass." I whispered, holding his hands in my own.

"I know he is. I don't know what I ever saw in him."

I skipped back to my cabin after lunch, ahead of all of my friends, and ran in, jumping on my bed. "I'm in love!" I screeched as they all came in.

"And for many, many years to come." Alice said, her voice all mystical as if she was one of those knock off fortune tellers. Only she wasn't a knock off. That girl was the real thing.

I shot up. "Really! Matt and I!!"

"I see a wedding in your future."

"Ahhhhhhhhhh! No freaking way!!!!"

"She's hopelessly in love." Amber said, sitting beside me.

I rested my head on her shoulder and bit my lip, trying not to scream. "I love him! I love him, I love him, I looooooove HIM!"

Amber pushed me away, and I landed with a thud on my butt. I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest. "Stupid people."

Alice smiled and picked me up with just one hand. "I need a scary story for tonight! Whadda yah think of this…" She walked over to me and whispered the story in my ear.

I burst out laughing. "That would give ME nightmares!"

"Monkeys give you nightmares." Elena said.

"Only if they have wings!" I retorted, feeling blush crawl up my cheeks like a freaking wildfire.

"Perfect story idea!" Amber squealed.

scary story night…

Walking in the middle of the clearing where councilors were setting up a fire, I ran to Matt's side. I pinned him to the ground and kissed him like he had just come back from war.

He smiled, and when I tried to stand up he pulled me back down. "We can just lay here." He whispered. I smiled and snuggled close as night set in and campers got ideas for all the wicked scary stories they were going to say. I desperately hoped that Alice would go first. Her's was going to be wicked.

After a brief speech about keeping it P-G, a girl with bad facial acne and to-big-boobs went first. She smiled and waved at a group of boys and blonde bitches in the front. "My story had no title, but the best never do."

I rolled my eyes and cuddled closer to Matt, suddenly feeling totally freaked by the dark all around me. I was never a fan of the dark.

"There was this girl, just sitting in her house reading her favorite book, To Kill a Mockingbird. She was crying after she found out that Boo Radley (you have to read it to know it) was the one who saved Jem. Then she just happened to look out the window when a man walked by."

Some people made ghost noises, and burst into hysterics afterwards. I smiled a little to myself.

"She shrieked and closed the curtains. Then she figured it was nothing but a trick of the eye. You know, it happens. We scare ourselves. She continued to read. Right at the end of the book, the lights flickered off, and the heat stopped running. She froze and placed her fingers over her mouth. She began to cry, scared out of her freaking mind! Then, he was there. He had her pinned against the wall. The man she had seen before was now breathing down her neck. 'hello sweet angel', he said. 'I've been watching you."

"She screamed and ducked her head, not liking the feel of his breath crawling down her neck. Then he said, 'I've been the air you've been breathing. The wind you've been feeling as it blows past your neck. I'm even the beautiful voice that leaves your lips. But now, I'm gonna be the beautiful scream that leaves your lips oh so wonderfully. And your gonna love it."

"And all you could hear was her screams."

I'm telling you, it had the potential to be a good story. But the bitch couldn't say it right, and she wasn't very good at story telling. Still Matt asked, "Are you scared." "No." I said. He seemed kind of disappointed, probably hoping that I would be in top cuddle mood.

I sighed and kissed neck, hoping that was enough to make up for my not-so-scariness. If that made any sense at all.

He sighed and let me make my way back up to his lips. We were probably making out for at least three more people. But when Alice went up, I had to pay attention.

"Emmett Cullen was walking through the mall with his girlfriend, when she said, "O M G, Victoria's Secrete!" He totally freaked and ran in the other direction. Then he ran into Alice Cullen, who was fully ready with make up and a tutu in her shopping back. "Hey Emmett!" she said, right before attacking him! He came out looking like a pretty ballerina! Thank you!"

She bowed her head, and received a huge applause that out did anybody's story. When Amber was asked to go up, she just said, "I don't remember."

Then she scratched her head, trying to remember. Seth rubbed her back, trying to calm her now frantic self down. "It's going to be okay." He said soothingly.

She just nodded, not so sure herself.