Chapter 11: Repeated Destructive Manners
By: iluvguygermaine00 & Cimmy

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Luis's point of view
By: Cimmy

I completely disregard Charlie's plea about sticking together. What is this; some damn kindergarten group? We're a hockey team, not Disney On Ice!

Portman seriously pissed me off earlier. I shouldn't have hit him, but I just couldn't help it.

"Luis, it wasn't that bad," Catalina tries to comfort me. After the little dispute, we both left the area to stay away from the rest of the group. "Portman wouldn't do anything like that on purpose. It's not like he forced me to…"

"I beg you not to finish that damn sentence," I growl. I don't know why I'm irritated with her, because she doesn't deserve it. Although, she does come off as incredibly stupid for falling for Portman's lame tricks.

Since we can't leave the actual festival area without our passes, we have to stay right inside of the entrance. Catalina is kicking sand on my shoes, and I'm trying to calm down. "How could you be so stupid?!" I suddenly explode. Catalina jumps, startled by my outburst. "Tu es tan estúpido! You know what he's like, Catalina. How could you fall for his sweet-talk? My God, why go from Fred to him? Are you out of your mind?"

She gives me a wide-eyed look. Then she turns to walk away from me. Damn. Before I can prevent her from leaving, she stops dead and comes back. "I didn't fall for his tricks! I have tricks of my own, you know. Maybe I just needed to feel wanted. You don't know how that feels, because you're always wanted!" she bellows. Then she bursts into tears.

Oh, man. Why can't I ever learn when to shut up? "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. Let's go somewhere else." I look around for something she can wipe her tears away with. Suddenly Ken's crush shows up in front of us. "What's up?" I ask automatically.

"Looking for Kenny, is he around?" Katie wonders. I just met her briefly last night, and I'm not sure she's met Catalina yet. It doesn't seem like the right time to introduce her either, because the young Latina is still sniffling and wiping her tears.

"He went to see some performance," I announce. "He'll be back tonight."

Katie, being a bit tipsy at the moment, nods at Catalina. "Hey, you're that girl! I know you! Your boyfriend is the one who had sex with that girl. Right?"

Catalina shakes her head. "I'm 'that girl', and Portman isn't my boyfriend," she mutters. Then she seems to realize something. "No… Do you mean Fred?"

I can tell where this is going, so I quickly grab her arm and drag her away from Katie. "Don't listen to that drunk. She's… drunk."

Without a warning, Catalina starts swearing. I let go of her and watch as she's kicking at a tree nearby. When she's done with that, she throws herself down on the grass and stares up at me. "He slept with her, didn't he?"

"I guess so," I say. "That sucks."

"Sucks? It's terrible! It's more than just sucks. It's a tornado of suction. It's like Twister, but with Fred and Connie instead of a flying cow!"

I let her rant for a couple of minutes until I sit down next to her and shove at her leg. "Spring Break is lovely, no es?"

"Spring Break is the suction of suck," Catalina whimpers. Then she crawls back up from the grass and puts her head on my shoulder. "You're the only one I can trust. You're just a vacuum-cleaner of suck."

"Could you stop using the word 'suck'? Are you hungry? I can treat you to a meal of… porridge."

"Oh, yum," she says without enthusiasm. "Porridge sucks too. Sorry."

We sneak back to the tents, because I left my money and everything there. The others are gone, not a single Duck as far as the eye can see, except for a couple of actual ducks in the poisonous pond by the main stage. "When were they coming back?" I ask.

Catalina sighs. "Knowing how horny Julie is for that Mark guy, I'd say tomorrow around noon."

I look at my watch. This day passed rather quickly. I know that we were supposed to watch Lethal Cause perform later, and the others won't be back until tonight. They have backstage passes. Damn Portman. I could've been there too, hadn't it been for him.

My thoughts are disrupted by Catalina. "Do you really think I was stupid?"

"Well, it wasn't the smartest thing to do," I admit. "Though, I'm mostly taking out my anger on you. Portman should be here."

"I'm glad he's not. I'd rather be with you."

I get up from the bench and take her hand. "Let's do something, then. Listen to some band or something." I bring her closer and she stares at me. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing… Hey, Luis?"

"Yeah?"

Catalina smiles to herself, looking down into the ground. I'm just about to ask what she's doing, when she quickly spins around, putting her hand on my cheek to turn my head towards her. Then she leans up to me and gives me a kiss. "Thank you, Luis."

"You're welcome," I reply, a bit surprised about what she just did. "Uhm… What was that for?"

"Just 'cause."

"Eso está muy bien," I mumble. Suddenly we're crawled up in each other's arms, kissing passionately, feeling each other up.

This has been a mighty weird day.

Fred's point of view

Our efforts to escape from the trailer have been useless to say the least. Well, I say 'our', but so far, no one but me has done anything at all but complained. Even though Portman is considerably taller – and probably stronger, too – than I am, all he does is sitting on the floor staring at me while I'm trying to get the door opened by throwing myself at it.

So far, I've had no success with it. I rub my sore elbow while considering another way to get out, since all that happens now is that I'm getting beaten up by myself.

"Try knocking, the man outside might still be there," Julie suggests with a dull voice.

"Care to help me a little?" I growl as nicely as I can. "If we all help out…"

"Oh, don't be such an optimist," Portman hisses. "We're never getting out of here. Deal."

What's wrong with these people? They all sit around; acting like this is a normal situation we're in. I turn towards Connie to see if she might want to back me up, but she's all too busy investigating her nails. "I'm knocking myself senseless here, and you just sit and do nothing?" I exclaim. No one looks up.

This is why I figure they're depressed: Portman has been moody all day, most likely because Luis hit him. Julie is naive and won't accept that she's not going to see her beloved Mark, and she's also convinced that being in this trailer will only bring her together with Mark faster. Charlie is a bit frustrated because he's lost track of Luis and Catalina – where is she, by the way? Guy keeps arguing back and forth with Samantha, who in turn acts like… well, a lunatic. The rest of us are bummed out because we're influenced by them.

Instead of waiting for an answer, I decide to kick at the door, leaving my old tactic behind. "This is ridiculous," I yell exasperatedly, hoping that someone from outside might hear. "Let us out of here! Ouch!"

I push myself away from the door, swearing loudly over my bruised toe. Connie finally looks up from her index finger. "Haven't your mother ever told you to avoid kicking at things that can't move?"

Excuse me for trying to get us out of here, missy. I would love to say that to her, yeah. I won't, though. Connie isn't acting anymore different than I am, because we're both too afraid to speak to each other in a way that would tip any of the others off about what we're doing. I mean, about our semi-secret relationship.

"No, she hasn't," I reply with a strained smile. Connie tilts her head to the side and smiles back, but leaves it at that. No matter how much we both would want to forget entirely about this nonsense and go somewhere to make out, that's just not an option at this point. I shouldn't complain, though. After all, we had sex just this morning after breakfast. But I won't mention that either, considering the amount of people that don't need to know about that.

"Well, she ought to," Connie mumbles.

I actually can't recall hearing my mother tell me anything at all of importance during my entire childhood, except for the random comments to stop being such a failure. I think I would remember, since my short term memory isn't as bad as my slow mind can be. Plus, I kicked numerous doors while I lived at home, and no one ever said anything…

What was I doing again?

Luis's point of view

Of all the moronic things to do. Jesus, what have I gotten myself into?

The short dry after this morning's rainfall is over and the raindrops are rattling against the tent. The smell of wet grass and mud hits my nostrils, making me thankful I'm not outside.

I'm suddenly very aware of the fact that I haven't had any time to eat breakfast yet. My stomach is violently protesting against the lack of food but I can't eat now. I don't think I can eat ever again.

"I'm not sure that was such a wise thing to do," Catalina says, her voice coming from the other side of the tent. Since when did the tent become so huge?

"Uh…" is all I can answer. The realization starts to dawn on me. What have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I done? My brain keeps chanting that until the words have lost all their meaning and the only language I seem to be able to understand is Spanish.

The curiosity is too much to bear, however, and I turn my head up so I can look at her. "It was a heat of the moment thing," she rants. "You were being too nice to me and I let my emotions run wild. Maybe we should just forget it ever happened?"

Sure. Right. That seems like something I could do.

Not.

"We should probably talk about it," I suggest, unable to keep eye contact with her anymore. "I shouldn't have… I mean, I should know better than to…"

"Hey, look, Luis, I don't blame you for what happened," she mumbles nervously. "We're teenagers. Stuff happens. Hormones, ya know. This just proves that we should never be allowed to be alone together anymore."

"Right…"

Catalina nudges her toe against one of Ken's shoes (why would he leave the tent wearing only one shoe?) and wraps his sleeping bag even tighter around her body. The humidity in the tent is about to kill us both and the constant raining doesn't make it a least bit better. It's terribly hot and at the same time wet in all corners of the tent. Waterproofed my ass.

"I feel so bad about it," I admit. "You're my friend; we're not supposed to be…"

"Never mind that," she cuts me off, stretching her legs out. Hmmm… her toenails are painted dark blue… No, that's not what I should concentrate on right now.

"But still, I'm older than you, it's wrong…"

"Just be quiet. You're not making it easy for me to think," she explains sternly. I don't want her to snarl at me no more so I shut up and focus on something else, while Catalina looks thoughtful, chewing on her lower lip.

Most of her body parts are covered up by Ken's sleeping bag – he's going to get so angry when he hears what I've done on his side of the tent – but I can't stop staring at her legs. She's so tanned. Or that might be her actual skin color for all I know, I haven't really paid close attention to her in that way before now.

I look up again. She has tucked the sleeping bag under her arms, so her skin is bare from her shoulders and up. Now I desperately need to think of something else. Cold showers and ice, preferably. "So…" I begin.

"Well, there's no point avoiding the subject. My name is Catalina and I'm obviously a slut."

The urge to say 'hi Catalina' is hard to resist, but I manage. "You're not a slut."

"Oh, yes, I am."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"No."

"Yeah."

"No!"

"Yuh-huh!"

We continue to dwell back and forth like a couple of kids. I can't believe we're actually seventeen and eighteen years old. No, wait, what I really can't believe is that I had sex with her in the first place.