Another update so soon?! Yay me!

I often forget it, so let me put it in here this time- Disclaimer: I only own the plot and Leah.

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Chapter 11

Waking up achy wasn't something Lea enjoyed, but it wasn't very unfamiliar either. Seriously, who involved in a fist fight didn't wake up at least a little sore the next morning? That's why it didn't strike her as odd as she slowly woke up, not really registering that her aching had a lot to do with the incident the night before.

Then she remembered.

"Crap." She exclaimed under her breath, dressing in a rush and nearly falling over as she pulled jeans on. Why couldn't she remember much of what happened once the counselors had found them? She had been too exhausted, she realized.

Was Nick okay?

"Hurry, Lea, hurry." She muttered to herself as she brushed her hair roughly, and pulled shoes on. There had to be someone around who could tell her something! Only ten minutes after waking, she was out the door and rushing to the main building, ignoring the stares of people. So word had gotten out quickly.

"Where's Nick?" Lea demanded of the familiar face, remembering seeing her the night she had arrived at the camp. There wasn't much point in remembering adults' names there so she hadn't bothered.

"Lea." The lady nodded with a frown, "You should be ashamed of yourself. You and that poor Jonas boy being so stupid and going out that late-after curfew."

"Yeah, yeah," Lea waved her hand in the air impatiently, "Don't worry, lady, I feel guilty and am deep depression over what we did and should apologize and all that jazz. Just tell me where he is. Is he okay?"

"You need to show some respect." The lady chided, looking quite annoyed at Lea's obvious fake guilt, "You have some people who want to talk to you."

"Just tell me where he is." Lea snapped, her memory being refreshed on why she disliked adults so much. They could be so annoying! Was it so much to ask that her friend was alright?!

"He's in his room, I would think." The lady snapped back, "The doctor wanted him to rest-and don't go bothering him." She added when Lea spun around to leave briskly. Lea turned slowly back to the lady.

"Are you telling me to stay away from my friend?" she growled in impatience. The lady scowled at the tone Lea used.

"Ms. Harper, we've never had a problem with Nick Lucas before. In fact, he and his brothers are usually more of a helping hand here then one of the guests. I have a feeling his bad choice last night had more to do with you."

"Would you just answer the question?" Lea spoke exasperated.

"Yes, I'm telling you to stay away from him. He needs his rest." She nodded sternly, "Leave him alone-at least for a few days."

"Psh, that's the most idiotic thing I've heard in my life." Lea snapped sharply, knowing that by no means was she leaving Nick alone for even a day.

"Are you saying you're going to defy my orders?" the lady asked calmly, pulling a cell phone out of her pocket, "There's enough trouble coming your way as is. Do you really want to make it all worse?"

Lea clenched her jaw, telling herself to take a deep breath and calm down, "Fine. Just let me know when I can see him." She spoke in a low tone. She didn't give the consequences of her choice a thought.

Only a few minutes later Lea was outside Nick's door, chewing nervously on her lip. No, of course she wasn't nervous about breaking the rule that had been laid out before her. She hadn't lied-she never said she'd leave Nick alone. She was nervous about what to say to him, though.

Strangely enough, the door wasn't locked as she turned the knob, slipping inside before shutting and locking the door firmly behind her. The room's curtains were closed, shading out only a little light. Lea's eyes wandered over the room briefly before landing on where Nick lied so still in bed.

She still hadn't a clue how badly he was hurt.

Swallowing slowly, Lea approached the sleeping Nick, noting in the back of her mind that at the moment he really looked like an angel with such a peaceful expression on his face.

"Lea?" the words passed Nick's lips and she smiled slightly, despite the guilt she felt. He was already better off then she had expected. She kept her distance, though, wondering if she should leave and let him sleep.

"How bad?" Lea whispered, knowing he would know what she meant. Nick smiled. Of course, Lea thought.

"I'm fine. Really." He said sleepily, "Just got knocked out for a little while."

"There was blood." Lea stated firmly, "Don't deny that-I have it smeared and stained on my jeans." He chuckled and shook his head.

"Just a little gash on my forehead." Nick stated calmly, his hand going up to push the curls aside and reveal a decent sized cut right at his hairline. Lea relaxed-finally. Realizing he was shirtless, she blushed and stuffed her hands in her pockets.

"I should go. You should sleep." She muttered, turning to leave.

"What's wrong, Lea?" Nick sighed, and she turned to face him again. She felt guilty-it really was her fault that this all happened, wasn't it?

"Is it my fault, Nick?" she whispered with a sigh.

"Of course not." He smiled. Lea was unconvinced, but glad he didn't think so at least. For a few awkward seconds, she didn't know what to do with herself, but soon found herself kneeling on the bed next to him, pushing back his curls to see his cut.

"I'm fine." He repeated, and Lea pulled her hand away and met his eyes. She loved his eyes. It was so easy to get lost in them sometimes. Every now and then, Lea felt like she could look into his eyes and they could exchange thoughts.

Lea felt relieved suddenly, and felt the urge to cry as she lay on her stomach next to him. Silence remained as she placed her hands on the sides of his head as he laid-a hint of a smile on his face. Not knowing why, she rested her forehead on his, and closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, "I'm sorry this had to happen."

"Lea," Nick spoke softly, "It's not your fault, okay?"

She opened her eyes and lifted her head from his, reaching up to touch his perfect lips. Why did he have to make her feel like this? It was as though she had no power over her own actions sometimes.

"Alright…" Lea hesitantly agreed, placing her hands in his hair again as she leaned down to kiss his forehead. Now she was sure she'd made a fool of herself. No doubt about it.

Nick wasn't smiling anymore and that worried her until she felt his hand on her cheek and she pressed her lips tightly together in nervousness. She couldn't help but kiss his cheek lightly at the overflow of emotions at his touch.

A soft breeze blew through the open, but curtained windows and Lea was reminded of the night before-the good part. She smiled, and sat next to him, resting her hand on his chest as she watched him thoughtfully. Could someone really have feelings for her?

Nick covered her hand with his and closed his eyes, but she doubted he was going to sleep. Maybe he was replaying the good part of the night before in his mind too? Lea wondered for a moment.

"I should go so you can rest." She sighed regretfully. Nick's eyes opened at this and he frowned but didn't speak as he placed a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her down so they were closely face to face.

"If you have to." He breathed, making her head feel like it was spinning but he didn't loosen his hold enough for her to pull away. As if she was fighting to.

Lea felt the breath catch in her throat as he kissed her neck before laughing. He was laughing because she was blushing so darkly, she knew, so she only pulled away with a half smile.

"See you later, angel boy." She whispered teasingly, patting his chest before standing and crossing the room to leave. When she turned at the door too look at him again, he winked at her with a grin.

"See you later, beautiful." She could have sworn he whispered just as she shut the door behind her.

So…verdict? Good or bad? O.O