Chapter Seven
Zigzag watched Reagan, confused at what had just happened. She had kissed him, not the other way around, and then she had run off like he had violated her or something. None of it made sense, but then again, she was a girl, and he'd never quite understood how their minds worked at times. After a minute or two he got up and brushed the dust off the butt of his jumpsuit. It was dark out, and he didn't want to end up getting bitten by a yellow spotted lizard or a rattlesnake or something like that without anyone there to run for help. He put his hands in his pockets and kicked up dust with the toe of his boots as he walked. He looked up at the sky for a second * Wow, the stars really are pretty at night. *
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Reagan stayed hidden until she began to feel uncomfortable with the night and the fact that she was the only girl at a camp full of criminal boys. She slowly walked out from behind the tent and made her way towards the wreck room. She didn't feel like talking to any of the boys, but she didn't feel safe going back to the tent on her own in the dark without anyone to fend off unwanted guys. The wreck room was full, to the point where you could barely move without getting trodden upon. But Reagan surged forward until she got to one of the overstuffed couches. She sat down on the end of it, squeezing herself between one of the boys from F- tent and the arm of the couch.
"Want me to make that frown go away?" the boy next to her said, putting his arm around her shoulders and whispering in her ear. She grimaced at how unbelievably stupid some of the boys' ways of getting her attention were.
"Fuck off." She said, taking his arm and lifting it off of her shoulders, digging her nails into his arm as she did. He looked taken aback, with a look of surprise registering on his face, almost as if her were thinking 'how could she not want me'. She smiled at him, then turned and began picking the stuffing out of one of the many rips in the arm of the couch.
"Fine." He said, turning away also. She was shocked at how easily he'd admitted defeat; most guys were a bit more persistent than that. Out of the corner of her eye, Reagan saw Zigzag slip quietly through the door into the wreck room. "Well fuck me with a cactus." She said under her breath, "I have to talk to him sometime, might as well be now."
"Do WHAT with a cactus?!" the boy next to Reagan tuned in when she said the bit about the cactus and put his two cents worth in.
"Bite me." She said, getting up and grabbing Zigzag's arm as he tried to get by her. "Hang on, I need to talk to you."
"What about?" he said, as though nothing had ever happened earlier that night.
"LIGHTS OUT IN FIVE MINUTES!!!" Mr. Pendanski poked his head in the door and hollered above the noise.
"I'm going to go back to the tent." Zigzag turned, about to walk away again. Reagan sighed and followed him.
"Don't you even think about running away from me you bastard!" she called out, running to catch up with his fast paced walking.
"I'm just kidding, jeez. I just didn't want to talk in front of everyone." He said, smiling at her. She punched his arm lightly.
"Yeah, sure." She rolled her eyes. He decided to take a risk by taking her hand, but she didn't pull away or tense up or anything. He wanted to ask her why she'd run away from him before, but he didn't want to press his luck. She'd seemed pretty pissed earlier.
"Did you bring anything good with you when you came here?" he asked, making small talk.
"If you mean drugs, then no. I only brought my cd player and a shitload of batteries, along with the normal boring stuff." She answered, shrugging her shoulders.
"Oh. I didn't mean drugs, but okay." He said. He hadn't expected her to bring drugs into camp, but if she had had any, he would have definitely have had to give her props. It was hard to smuggle anything into Camp Green Lake without Mr. Sir finding it. He himself had tried to get in with a few lighters and some cigarettes, but Mr. Sir had gone through his things when he had gotten off of the bus and found them. Zigzag had to admit that it was a good way to stop smoking; he hadn't had a smoke in at least two months.
A half an hour later all of the campers were asleep except for Reagan, she was thinking about Zigzag. It was kind of hard not to when she had just kissed him. Rolling on to her side, she smiled to herself. So far, Camp Green Lake wasn't all that bad.
Zigzag watched Reagan, confused at what had just happened. She had kissed him, not the other way around, and then she had run off like he had violated her or something. None of it made sense, but then again, she was a girl, and he'd never quite understood how their minds worked at times. After a minute or two he got up and brushed the dust off the butt of his jumpsuit. It was dark out, and he didn't want to end up getting bitten by a yellow spotted lizard or a rattlesnake or something like that without anyone there to run for help. He put his hands in his pockets and kicked up dust with the toe of his boots as he walked. He looked up at the sky for a second * Wow, the stars really are pretty at night. *
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Reagan stayed hidden until she began to feel uncomfortable with the night and the fact that she was the only girl at a camp full of criminal boys. She slowly walked out from behind the tent and made her way towards the wreck room. She didn't feel like talking to any of the boys, but she didn't feel safe going back to the tent on her own in the dark without anyone to fend off unwanted guys. The wreck room was full, to the point where you could barely move without getting trodden upon. But Reagan surged forward until she got to one of the overstuffed couches. She sat down on the end of it, squeezing herself between one of the boys from F- tent and the arm of the couch.
"Want me to make that frown go away?" the boy next to her said, putting his arm around her shoulders and whispering in her ear. She grimaced at how unbelievably stupid some of the boys' ways of getting her attention were.
"Fuck off." She said, taking his arm and lifting it off of her shoulders, digging her nails into his arm as she did. He looked taken aback, with a look of surprise registering on his face, almost as if her were thinking 'how could she not want me'. She smiled at him, then turned and began picking the stuffing out of one of the many rips in the arm of the couch.
"Fine." He said, turning away also. She was shocked at how easily he'd admitted defeat; most guys were a bit more persistent than that. Out of the corner of her eye, Reagan saw Zigzag slip quietly through the door into the wreck room. "Well fuck me with a cactus." She said under her breath, "I have to talk to him sometime, might as well be now."
"Do WHAT with a cactus?!" the boy next to Reagan tuned in when she said the bit about the cactus and put his two cents worth in.
"Bite me." She said, getting up and grabbing Zigzag's arm as he tried to get by her. "Hang on, I need to talk to you."
"What about?" he said, as though nothing had ever happened earlier that night.
"LIGHTS OUT IN FIVE MINUTES!!!" Mr. Pendanski poked his head in the door and hollered above the noise.
"I'm going to go back to the tent." Zigzag turned, about to walk away again. Reagan sighed and followed him.
"Don't you even think about running away from me you bastard!" she called out, running to catch up with his fast paced walking.
"I'm just kidding, jeez. I just didn't want to talk in front of everyone." He said, smiling at her. She punched his arm lightly.
"Yeah, sure." She rolled her eyes. He decided to take a risk by taking her hand, but she didn't pull away or tense up or anything. He wanted to ask her why she'd run away from him before, but he didn't want to press his luck. She'd seemed pretty pissed earlier.
"Did you bring anything good with you when you came here?" he asked, making small talk.
"If you mean drugs, then no. I only brought my cd player and a shitload of batteries, along with the normal boring stuff." She answered, shrugging her shoulders.
"Oh. I didn't mean drugs, but okay." He said. He hadn't expected her to bring drugs into camp, but if she had had any, he would have definitely have had to give her props. It was hard to smuggle anything into Camp Green Lake without Mr. Sir finding it. He himself had tried to get in with a few lighters and some cigarettes, but Mr. Sir had gone through his things when he had gotten off of the bus and found them. Zigzag had to admit that it was a good way to stop smoking; he hadn't had a smoke in at least two months.
A half an hour later all of the campers were asleep except for Reagan, she was thinking about Zigzag. It was kind of hard not to when she had just kissed him. Rolling on to her side, she smiled to herself. So far, Camp Green Lake wasn't all that bad.