Switching Lanes
Chapter 2
We woke up the next morning bright and early, which I hate.
The counselors grimly forced us into the cold lake for our morning swim and I practically killed them. So when Helen told me I needed to go in the water, while I was laying out my red towel, I smiled sweetly and said, "I'm sorry, I don't remember the brochure requiring any swimming at 6:45 in the morning."
I heard some snickers from behind me.
"Davis, get in."
"Can't swim, sorry."
"Uh-huh. I'm sure your parents would know whether or not you usually swim."
"Well considering I never see them, probably not."
She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. "Why don't you want to swim?"
Insecurities got the best of me and I ushered her away from my fellow peers.
"I'm afraid of the water." I mumbled.
"Why?"
"Just am."
"Okay," She took in a deep breath, "but just this time. Next time, which will be later on today, grab a partner."
"Yes ma'am."
I hurried back to my towel and sat back, watching as Peyton smiled shyly at Jake, while she gently toweled off.
Young love was so adorable. Of course, at the mention of young love, I suddenly became sad. I mean, here I was in this camp place, with my best friend who has a love interest, and everyone else who's either dating or knowing who the want to date. And then there's me, alone and single. But in love. Madly in love.
Thinking of love, my eyes find they're way to Lucas. He was so cute. His hair was a mess, from waking up early, and there were the usual morning bags underneath his eyes. He was cold, I could tell. He'd left his towel in his tent, because of his tiredness. I saw him laugh at Jake who was wrapping himself up in his own towel. His own Superman towel.
"At least I have a towel, smart one."
That was when I realized I was dry, and he was soaking.
I slowly walked towards him.
"Lucas?"
"Hi Brooke." He was shocked, I could tell. We still were not on good terms.
I smiled. "I see you forgot your towel."
"Yes." He smiled back
"Well since I'm obviously dry, and you're, well, not, I figured that you could maybe use my towel." I pushed it towards him and he took it with a small smile.
"Thank you."
"Just bring it to my tent later. See you boys later."
I strutted off towards Peyton, as dry as can be, and we made our way back to our tent to change.
Lucas was watching me, and I knew it. I could see him inhaling my scent from the towel.
Aha! So I knew it! He still had feelings for me. I grinned to myself.
I changed into a black tank top, a really short black skirt, and flip- flops.
Peyton and I made jokes and laughed as we made our way to the 'mess hall'. Why the hell would they call it a Mess Hall? Because people made messes?
When we were inside, I took one look at the food and let realization slap me across the face. I missed Tree Hill High School food.
This sucked. Peyton and I sat with the cheerleaders. I ignored them the entire conversation and focused on Lucas who kept glancing my way every five seconds. I smirked when he looked up again to see that I'd caught him. He kind of waved and blushed. He stared at his food for the rest of the time we were there.
I excused myself from the fashion talk and made my way to Helen who was eating at the counselors' table.
"Hi." I said
"Hi Brooke, can I help you with something?"
"Actually, I was hoping maybe I could go for a jog around the area."
"How come?"
"To make up for today's swim." I said with a grin.
She looked at me hesitantly. "Alright, fine. Be back in an hour."
"Yes ma'am."
I quickly went back to the tent and changed into shorts and sneakers. I jogged around the tents and into the forests. I had been running for about a half hour when I felt footsteps behind me. I was quick. I turned to face whoever it was, but saw no one. I was creeped out. I kept jogging though. That was when I heard the footsteps again. I turned around and once again saw no one. What was I doing? I hated being alone, yet here I was on my own. My jog broke into a run as I galloped back to camp in fear. Thank God I had good memory. Otherwise I would have probably gotten lost.
I began to walk slowly backwards, freaked the hell out. That was when I rammed into someone.
We woke up the next morning bright and early, which I hate.
The counselors grimly forced us into the cold lake for our morning swim and I practically killed them. So when Helen told me I needed to go in the water, while I was laying out my red towel, I smiled sweetly and said, "I'm sorry, I don't remember the brochure requiring any swimming at 6:45 in the morning."
I heard some snickers from behind me.
"Davis, get in."
"Can't swim, sorry."
"Uh-huh. I'm sure your parents would know whether or not you usually swim."
"Well considering I never see them, probably not."
She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. "Why don't you want to swim?"
Insecurities got the best of me and I ushered her away from my fellow peers.
"I'm afraid of the water." I mumbled.
"Why?"
"Just am."
"Okay," She took in a deep breath, "but just this time. Next time, which will be later on today, grab a partner."
"Yes ma'am."
I hurried back to my towel and sat back, watching as Peyton smiled shyly at Jake, while she gently toweled off.
Young love was so adorable. Of course, at the mention of young love, I suddenly became sad. I mean, here I was in this camp place, with my best friend who has a love interest, and everyone else who's either dating or knowing who the want to date. And then there's me, alone and single. But in love. Madly in love.
Thinking of love, my eyes find they're way to Lucas. He was so cute. His hair was a mess, from waking up early, and there were the usual morning bags underneath his eyes. He was cold, I could tell. He'd left his towel in his tent, because of his tiredness. I saw him laugh at Jake who was wrapping himself up in his own towel. His own Superman towel.
"At least I have a towel, smart one."
That was when I realized I was dry, and he was soaking.
I slowly walked towards him.
"Lucas?"
"Hi Brooke." He was shocked, I could tell. We still were not on good terms.
I smiled. "I see you forgot your towel."
"Yes." He smiled back
"Well since I'm obviously dry, and you're, well, not, I figured that you could maybe use my towel." I pushed it towards him and he took it with a small smile.
"Thank you."
"Just bring it to my tent later. See you boys later."
I strutted off towards Peyton, as dry as can be, and we made our way back to our tent to change.
Lucas was watching me, and I knew it. I could see him inhaling my scent from the towel.
Aha! So I knew it! He still had feelings for me. I grinned to myself.
I changed into a black tank top, a really short black skirt, and flip- flops.
Peyton and I made jokes and laughed as we made our way to the 'mess hall'. Why the hell would they call it a Mess Hall? Because people made messes?
When we were inside, I took one look at the food and let realization slap me across the face. I missed Tree Hill High School food.
This sucked. Peyton and I sat with the cheerleaders. I ignored them the entire conversation and focused on Lucas who kept glancing my way every five seconds. I smirked when he looked up again to see that I'd caught him. He kind of waved and blushed. He stared at his food for the rest of the time we were there.
I excused myself from the fashion talk and made my way to Helen who was eating at the counselors' table.
"Hi." I said
"Hi Brooke, can I help you with something?"
"Actually, I was hoping maybe I could go for a jog around the area."
"How come?"
"To make up for today's swim." I said with a grin.
She looked at me hesitantly. "Alright, fine. Be back in an hour."
"Yes ma'am."
I quickly went back to the tent and changed into shorts and sneakers. I jogged around the tents and into the forests. I had been running for about a half hour when I felt footsteps behind me. I was quick. I turned to face whoever it was, but saw no one. I was creeped out. I kept jogging though. That was when I heard the footsteps again. I turned around and once again saw no one. What was I doing? I hated being alone, yet here I was on my own. My jog broke into a run as I galloped back to camp in fear. Thank God I had good memory. Otherwise I would have probably gotten lost.
I began to walk slowly backwards, freaked the hell out. That was when I rammed into someone.