Evan and I walk to the woods to find some lose wood to start a fire at night.
"So what's the deal with this Parish guy?" He asks.
"I had a slight crush on him since the third grade," I say as I grab his hand.
"That's all?"
"Yes. I'm over him, I have you."
"I'm glad."
It took us twenty minutes to gather wood because half that time plus seventeen minutes was wasted on kissing. Sometimes it got heated but others they were light and soft. We walk back to the camp and everyone stares at us because we are kissing and walking. Ben gets up and walks over to us.
"You know why don't you put wood in the fire first, then you can try to get your girlfriend to spread her legs for you." He says.
By that time I already have him locked down on the ground. Clever move Cassie.
"You know why don't you keep your snide comments to yourself, maybe it will save your damn life one day," I say.
"Yo, why don't we get around the fire, all hold hands and sing songs and umm... what am I missing? Oh yea, GET ALONG WHY DON'T YA?" Ringer says as she comes over to the pinned down Ben. Evan, Ben and I all apologize to each other and hug it out. Ben and I, BFF's? No. Heck to the hell no. For as long as I can remember I never once fought with someone like that before. I remember the old Cassie. The one that wouldn't hurt a fly. Now, I'm Cassie Sullivan sister of Sam Sullivan, girlfriend and lover to Evan Walker and lastly, a killer. Am I still Cassie? I ask as Evan walks me to the tent at night. Yes, I am. I'm just renewed.