Switching Lanes
Chapter 4
I opened my eyes, to see Lucas on top of me, his lips on mine.
I was dead for sure, I thought. There is no other reason Lucas would be kissing me.
Unless, he was in fact performing CPR.
Which he was.
I sat up and let myself spit the water that had been choking me come out.
"The-the thing?" I asked to no one in particular.
"There is nothing there." Lucas said, pulling me in for a hug.
Our wet bodies touched, him and mine.
"We thought you were gone for a second there." He laughed, and I laughed.
Then I remembered, I had felt fingernails digging into my foot.
"Maybe you were grabbed by some seaweed or something." He said rationally.
"No, wait!" I rolled my jeans up, revealing a bloody foot. The blood, we both realized was coming from four small cuts on one side of my foot, and one on the other.
"A handprint." We whispered in unison.
Then I heard Peyton's voice. "There! Over there!" She called.
Helen came right behind her.
The both stopped to look at my foot.
"What is that?" Peyton asked.
"Someone must have pulled her down," Lucas said pointing at the lake, "Someone's in there."
Helen was speechless, so was I. I watched as Tim was scolded, and the rest of the students from Tree Hill stared in shock.
This was weird.
Later that night, We sat by the campfire telling camp stories and such. Really, I didn't mind, nor was I really paying attention. I was leaning my head on The Lucas Scott's shoulder. My foot had been tied up and declared 'sprained'. Lucky for me that meant no activities.
Stu was in the middle of a story. Talking about how some kids had gotten kidnapped in this very campsite three years ago or something like that. Lucas was holding my hand, as I leaned into him, when it happened. He turned his head the slightest bit, and our lips met. I don't think I've ever smiled so big afterward.
I was in love all over again.
That night, Peyton fell asleep on me early. And I had a problem. I had to pee.
"Peyton!" I hissed.
"Whatgmdsgd?"
"Peyton, I have to pee! Come with me!"
"Fine, okay." She murmured, a death look on her face.
I had to basically drag her out of the tent and to the bathrooms. When we were finished, we headed back, and she immediately went into a deep sleep.
I heard footsteps from behind.
I shook her.
"Peyton! Get up!"
Nothing.
More frequent footsteps.
I tried waking her. It was no use. I escaped from the tent, limping into Lucas's tent.
He bolted upward.
"Lucas!" I panted.
"There's something out there!"
"What?" He mumbled
"Something's out there. Peyton wouldn't wake up."
He began to stand up. "Let me check it out."
"Okay."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards our tent. Peyton lay sound asleep inside. We both looked around, no one was here. I had been wrong.
"See? It's alright."
"Yeah."
He lifted my chin. "Would you like me to stay with you, just to make sure?"
I nodded and smiled. "Yes, please."
We slipped into my tent, and just lay down, enjoying each other's presence.
Peyton woke up the next morning screaming.
Both Lucas and I bolted upright.
"What?" I asked.
"Oh my God, Brooke. I thought Lucas was raping you."
"Um, okay," Lucas grinned, before kissing me on the lips. "Gotta go. I think your friend here mighta woken everyone up."
"Bye." I said, smiling like a kid with a crush.
He waved and left. Suddenly, I was depressed. Weird.
That was one of the regular days we had. With no foot-grabbing monsters, or campers feeling like they were being followed. But, that was the only regular day we would have for a while. Because the day after, someone would be dead.
I opened my eyes, to see Lucas on top of me, his lips on mine.
I was dead for sure, I thought. There is no other reason Lucas would be kissing me.
Unless, he was in fact performing CPR.
Which he was.
I sat up and let myself spit the water that had been choking me come out.
"The-the thing?" I asked to no one in particular.
"There is nothing there." Lucas said, pulling me in for a hug.
Our wet bodies touched, him and mine.
"We thought you were gone for a second there." He laughed, and I laughed.
Then I remembered, I had felt fingernails digging into my foot.
"Maybe you were grabbed by some seaweed or something." He said rationally.
"No, wait!" I rolled my jeans up, revealing a bloody foot. The blood, we both realized was coming from four small cuts on one side of my foot, and one on the other.
"A handprint." We whispered in unison.
Then I heard Peyton's voice. "There! Over there!" She called.
Helen came right behind her.
The both stopped to look at my foot.
"What is that?" Peyton asked.
"Someone must have pulled her down," Lucas said pointing at the lake, "Someone's in there."
Helen was speechless, so was I. I watched as Tim was scolded, and the rest of the students from Tree Hill stared in shock.
This was weird.
Later that night, We sat by the campfire telling camp stories and such. Really, I didn't mind, nor was I really paying attention. I was leaning my head on The Lucas Scott's shoulder. My foot had been tied up and declared 'sprained'. Lucky for me that meant no activities.
Stu was in the middle of a story. Talking about how some kids had gotten kidnapped in this very campsite three years ago or something like that. Lucas was holding my hand, as I leaned into him, when it happened. He turned his head the slightest bit, and our lips met. I don't think I've ever smiled so big afterward.
I was in love all over again.
That night, Peyton fell asleep on me early. And I had a problem. I had to pee.
"Peyton!" I hissed.
"Whatgmdsgd?"
"Peyton, I have to pee! Come with me!"
"Fine, okay." She murmured, a death look on her face.
I had to basically drag her out of the tent and to the bathrooms. When we were finished, we headed back, and she immediately went into a deep sleep.
I heard footsteps from behind.
I shook her.
"Peyton! Get up!"
Nothing.
More frequent footsteps.
I tried waking her. It was no use. I escaped from the tent, limping into Lucas's tent.
He bolted upward.
"Lucas!" I panted.
"There's something out there!"
"What?" He mumbled
"Something's out there. Peyton wouldn't wake up."
He began to stand up. "Let me check it out."
"Okay."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards our tent. Peyton lay sound asleep inside. We both looked around, no one was here. I had been wrong.
"See? It's alright."
"Yeah."
He lifted my chin. "Would you like me to stay with you, just to make sure?"
I nodded and smiled. "Yes, please."
We slipped into my tent, and just lay down, enjoying each other's presence.
Peyton woke up the next morning screaming.
Both Lucas and I bolted upright.
"What?" I asked.
"Oh my God, Brooke. I thought Lucas was raping you."
"Um, okay," Lucas grinned, before kissing me on the lips. "Gotta go. I think your friend here mighta woken everyone up."
"Bye." I said, smiling like a kid with a crush.
He waved and left. Suddenly, I was depressed. Weird.
That was one of the regular days we had. With no foot-grabbing monsters, or campers feeling like they were being followed. But, that was the only regular day we would have for a while. Because the day after, someone would be dead.