Sailing Away

Chapter 4

Jackson was fidgeting. It was taking the others way to long to get ready. It hadn't taken him this long! He was worried about everything and everyone. He looked around at the somewhat rotted building, he wondered why the building hadn't come down yet...it didn't matter! Melissa had gone, he wished that he had told her how he had felt before she had left, they would've had a lot more time together, but no, he had waited until the last second.

His thoughts were interrupted by Jory squeaky voice, "Jackson?" Jackson didn't like her to much, she seemed to let out a scared squeak every time he was around her. He sighed however, composing himself before turning to meet her eyes, "um...you're, uh carrying Ian first." She gulped, as though she thought he was going to attack her for that simple sentence.

He gave her a tight, albeit fake, smile. He trudged over to the make-shift stretcher, "On 3." He informed Eric, who just nodded, "1...2...3!" They lifted Ian up, apologizing when he cried out in pain.

"We have to hurry." Jory said worriedly as they left Hotel Tango, walking as quickly as they could without harming Ian's broken leg. "Captain Russell has a head start. The others are in danger. He's going to move more quickly then us..."Jory just went on and on, she fretted and worried about every single thing bad that could happen.

Finally, Jackson stepped in, "Jory. Shut Up." He stated, she immediately fell silent, glancing nervously at him. Jackson smirked, ignoring the harsh, pained glare he was receiving from Ian. Having the reputation as a dangerous gangsta isn't all bad. Jackson, cursed her though, she had given him...no, all of them more things to worry about. As if they didn't have enough things to worry about!

Taylor was sitting on the golden sand, ignoring how itchy it was making her skin. She stared at the twinkling blue ocean, depressed and thinking about Jackson. She couldn't believe that little bitch Melissa would be so sneaky. What happened to the un-confident, pushover Melissa that Taylor loved to mock? She still wasn't able to believe that she would leave to trek all over this huge island JUST to be wit Jackson. Well...actually she could. The girl had fallen hard for this boy, not that she stood a chance with him. It was sad actually, there was only one girl Jackson was fit for at the moment...HER!

It was obvious that he liked her. He had spent so much time with her before he had left. As soon as he got back to camp however...give her another week and he would be hers. She sighed in contentment as she imagined what little, pathetic Melissa was doing to get Jackson to open up to her.

A teenaged, outraged redhead approached Taylor. She didn't notice Daley was there until she started yelling, "TAYLOR!!" Daley screeched, making Taylor wince. She looked up at her, annoyed.

"I'm right here! What do you want!?" The volume of Taylor's voice matched Daley's. She noticed Lex and Nathan staring at them, but ignored it. She looked Daley up and down, sneering. The girl had obviously fallen apart. Her brother hated her, and Nathan hadn't stood up for her at all. Taylor snorted, so much for Mr. I'm-so-in-love-with-Daley.

Daley glared at her as though she knew what she was thinking, "Aren't you supposed to be working?" She snapped. Taylor sighed and turned her gaze back to the vast ocean of blue in front of her.

"I'm taking a break." She sighed tiredly, oh how she wished Jackson was here.

"Break's over!" Daley snapped again, turning heel and stomping away from her, heading back to camp. Instead of rising and rushing to complete Ms. Dictator's orders, Taylor stared out at the ocean, sighing once more.

Captain Russell crept through the forest, stopping ever so often to laugh maniacally. He had one thought that was running through his battered, bloody head, like a broken record. Torture camp. They take away his boat, he takes away their only hope. It was only fair.

"Melissa. MELISSA!!" Melissa was awakened by a pair of scarred, cut hands shaking her roughly. She glared blearily at the source of the commotion. Abby was also glaring down at her, her hard eyes boring into Melissa's sleep-filled eyes. Melissa sat up, wincing as she heard, and felt various bones and muscles pop.

"Ouch!" She exclaimed, rubbing her bruised ribs, sleeping against a bench in a friken boat is not a good idea. She thought grumpily, "This boat does not make a comfortable bed." She informed Abby.

"Deal with it." Abby snapped before launching into a very long rant about how easy Melissa had had it at 'The Resort'. Melissa sighed, turning to stare back towards what she thought was the island, they were to far out to see anything. Abby then stopped abruptly, Melissa didn't notice, she was to busy staring dreamily into space. "Melissa!" Abby harsh voice once again brought her out of her reverie. "I know you only want to think about your boyfriend." Abby sneered sarcastically, "But I'm going to have a nap, try not to drown us."

Melissa ground her teeth in frustration, Abby was becoming more unbearable, she wasn't sure how much longer she could take it before she snapped.

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