Chapter Three

AN – Sorry for the delay, but I got my computer taken away. But, I have it back now, and it's the end of the school year, so I should be able to update more often. Anyways, please review, whether you like it, or you don't. Suggestions and constructive criticism are always my favorite And thanx to my one reviewer, VampWolf92 .

"Charles Hieronymus Pace," I said. He looked at me, as if he was trying to decide what to say. I only use his full name when serious shit's about to go down.

"Bidelia," He replied, unsure of himself.

"A little bird was so inclined to tell me," I got up and walked towards him, "that you don't like Sawyer."

"Neither does half the camp," He replied fiercely.

"Half the camp doesn't get their friends to tell them who their sister can and cannot talk too." He looked down, and shuffled his feet. He was nervous, he doesn't like when I get angry, truly angry.

"Look," I said, glaring into the sunlight, "I really don't give a flying fuck who you do and don't like around here. Just don't tell me who I can like." And I started to walk away.

"Oh yeah? Well, for the record, he isn't the first of your little boyfriends that I haven't liked!" He called after my back, and I spun back around on my heel.

"If a guy so much as looks at me, you don't like him! You didn't like Paul or Geoffrey or Todd or Leanne either! Sawyer isn't even my boyfriend anyways!" I yelled at his ugly, pale face.

"Actually, Leanne was nice. Pretty hot. Had respect unlike all of the dudes you've been with. You should go back to being a lesbian, I think I liked you better that way, Bidelia!" And then he walked off. I screamed, kicking the sand. Sure I look, like I'm two. Who cares? And that's when I hear the all too familiar Southern accent.

"So, you were a lesbian, Bidelia?" I glared at his face as well, everybody's face was looking ten times as ugly as of late. I saw his mouth move more but no words fazed my ears. Just his ugly mouth. I narrowed my eyes.

"I'm bisexual," I replied, before punching him square in the face.

I was outside of the doctor's tent.

"You shouldn't have hit him." Said some girl, not much older than me, with curly hair.

"And, who are you, exactly?" I replied, angrily. I despise people who tell me what to do.

"Kate," She replied.

"Uh huh, well when I want your advice, I'll ask for it, Kaitlyn." She looked at me stupidly, like she was confused.

"Kate is short for Katharine, not Kaitlyn." I looked up at her. That made absolutely no sense.

"Whatever," I muttered.

"Look, some of us are going to try to find signal for the transceiver, if you want to come," She said sweetly. One thing I hate more than people who tell me what to do? People who are nice to me even though we both already know that they don't like me.

"So you can correct me some more? I don't think so, sweetheart," I replied boredly, flipping through the porn magazine I found washed up on the beach.

She sighed, exasperated, and walked away. It was obvious that she was the type who didn't like to have any enemies. I laughed to myself, then got up to walk back to my own tent. Charlie would probably be gone now, if they are looking for the transceiver. He definitely likes to play hero.

"Hey Claire-Bear. I'm surprised my brother left you here all alone." She looked at me strangely, I guess she's not used to strange girls with pink hair giving her nicknames. She nodded slowly.

"If he gets the transceiver to work, then I'll be off the island. He won't have to watch the poor pregnant blonde." I laughed appreciatively.

"You never know with him. He might decide he has to protect you for your whole life. Anyways, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for screaming at my brother infront of you the other day." She smiled.

"It's alright," She replied.

"Well at least now the baby will have a fine taste for screamo music." She laughed again.

"So Charlie told me that you have a thing for Sawyer." She said. I liked how she said it, it's not like she was accusing me of it, not like Big Brother does. She was just, curious. Like she actually cared.

"Yeah, Cowboy Tom is definitely one of a kind…