A.N. I'm getting a lot of reviews with people liking Cole so I will have
him more in the story, but probably not for two more chapters, then he'll
be in it a lot but right now I'm trying just get into the flow of writing
this story.
Cahill woke up around seven and could barely move she was so cold; she tried to stand, but stumbled instead because she couldn't feel her feet. She cursed her stupidity of staying outside the whole night but knew she wouldn't have been able to handle going back to the camp after she got that letter. Now though she had no idea where she was and she was freezing her ass off and she was hungry. 'Damn it Cay, what were you thinking last night?'
She figured that Peter probably thought she'd run away which was a logical thing considering her background, but she hadn't run she just needed a place to calm down and she honestly hadn't meant to fall asleep there but that was over with now she had to figure out how to get back. She decided that if she kept walking towards her left she'd have to end up somewhere, whether it be back at camp or the highway or a river or something, it had to lead somewhere. So she kept walking in a straight line and checking out her surroundings trying to figure out how far from camp she'd gotten.
After an hour she gave up with a sigh and slumped down to the ground and stayed there, just lost in her thoughts, thinking about what the letter had said. It had been from his cellmate, who had written figuring that she'd want a response, Rocky had been there about a month when one of the head guys there had attacked him and Rock, trying to defend himself fought back and accidentally stabbed the guy with the knife the guy had meant to kill him with. Well then he was jumped by five of the guys friends and killed, Rocky was dead. 'No wonder he stopped writing and calling because he couldn't pick up a pencil being buried six feet down and all.'
That's when she heard someone calling her name, she looked up and called back hoping that it was Peter, of course she didn't have that kind of luck. Blonde boy came walking through the bushes a few moments later, "Oh great," She mumbled to herself and stood up wiping the back of her pants.
"Why'd you run?"
It was a simple question and an innocent one but it got her blood boiling and her temper rising, she glared at him and slowly stepped forward. "What the HELL makes you think I ran? Huh? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I got lost? No of course not, it's just easier to believe that I ran, I don't run from my problems Ken, so just show me the way back to the stupid school and don't talk to me."
Scott was defiantly shocked by the way he was treating him and he was not the type of person to just take someone's commands and he wasn't going to let her treat him this way. "I don't think so; you can find it by yourself, Princess. Maybe the walking will melt a layer of that ice you have going there." He turned to walk away, he figured she'd follow him but when he looked over his shoulder she'd started walking in the opposite direction. He shook his head at her stubbornness and walked back to her, "Why do you hate me? We've barely ever said hi to each other and you treat me like the plague."
Cahill looked at him out of the corner of her eye, and then she sighed not wanting to share but figuring that if she told him a little of her past then he would leave her alone, "You remind me of someone from the streets."
Scott was upset because he thought that the guy had done something to seriously injure her, "Did he give you those scars on your face?"
She jerked her head towards him and raised an eyebrow, "Please the boy would have been flat on his back by the time he thought up the idea of raising his fist at me." Then she sighed again, "He was special to me and then he was arrested." She wasn't going to tell him what she just found out because that hadn't been the reason in the beginning of why she treated him the way she did.
Frowning Scott looked her over, "You aren't telling me something."
She growled, "And what, do I know everything of your past, preppy?"
He winced, and then smirked realizing that she was trying to get to him, "Nope, but if you would talk to me then maybe I'd tell you stuff about me. I bet you don't even know my first name."
She smiled her first genuine smile since being there, "Sure I do it's Ken and your last name is Doll. You were dating Barbie but then she found out about your affair with Skipper." Scott laughed and then continued walking back towards camp enjoying the silence.
Cahill woke up around seven and could barely move she was so cold; she tried to stand, but stumbled instead because she couldn't feel her feet. She cursed her stupidity of staying outside the whole night but knew she wouldn't have been able to handle going back to the camp after she got that letter. Now though she had no idea where she was and she was freezing her ass off and she was hungry. 'Damn it Cay, what were you thinking last night?'
She figured that Peter probably thought she'd run away which was a logical thing considering her background, but she hadn't run she just needed a place to calm down and she honestly hadn't meant to fall asleep there but that was over with now she had to figure out how to get back. She decided that if she kept walking towards her left she'd have to end up somewhere, whether it be back at camp or the highway or a river or something, it had to lead somewhere. So she kept walking in a straight line and checking out her surroundings trying to figure out how far from camp she'd gotten.
After an hour she gave up with a sigh and slumped down to the ground and stayed there, just lost in her thoughts, thinking about what the letter had said. It had been from his cellmate, who had written figuring that she'd want a response, Rocky had been there about a month when one of the head guys there had attacked him and Rock, trying to defend himself fought back and accidentally stabbed the guy with the knife the guy had meant to kill him with. Well then he was jumped by five of the guys friends and killed, Rocky was dead. 'No wonder he stopped writing and calling because he couldn't pick up a pencil being buried six feet down and all.'
That's when she heard someone calling her name, she looked up and called back hoping that it was Peter, of course she didn't have that kind of luck. Blonde boy came walking through the bushes a few moments later, "Oh great," She mumbled to herself and stood up wiping the back of her pants.
"Why'd you run?"
It was a simple question and an innocent one but it got her blood boiling and her temper rising, she glared at him and slowly stepped forward. "What the HELL makes you think I ran? Huh? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I got lost? No of course not, it's just easier to believe that I ran, I don't run from my problems Ken, so just show me the way back to the stupid school and don't talk to me."
Scott was defiantly shocked by the way he was treating him and he was not the type of person to just take someone's commands and he wasn't going to let her treat him this way. "I don't think so; you can find it by yourself, Princess. Maybe the walking will melt a layer of that ice you have going there." He turned to walk away, he figured she'd follow him but when he looked over his shoulder she'd started walking in the opposite direction. He shook his head at her stubbornness and walked back to her, "Why do you hate me? We've barely ever said hi to each other and you treat me like the plague."
Cahill looked at him out of the corner of her eye, and then she sighed not wanting to share but figuring that if she told him a little of her past then he would leave her alone, "You remind me of someone from the streets."
Scott was upset because he thought that the guy had done something to seriously injure her, "Did he give you those scars on your face?"
She jerked her head towards him and raised an eyebrow, "Please the boy would have been flat on his back by the time he thought up the idea of raising his fist at me." Then she sighed again, "He was special to me and then he was arrested." She wasn't going to tell him what she just found out because that hadn't been the reason in the beginning of why she treated him the way she did.
Frowning Scott looked her over, "You aren't telling me something."
She growled, "And what, do I know everything of your past, preppy?"
He winced, and then smirked realizing that she was trying to get to him, "Nope, but if you would talk to me then maybe I'd tell you stuff about me. I bet you don't even know my first name."
She smiled her first genuine smile since being there, "Sure I do it's Ken and your last name is Doll. You were dating Barbie but then she found out about your affair with Skipper." Scott laughed and then continued walking back towards camp enjoying the silence.