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Chapter 7: Untitled

No-One's P.O.V

Nobody knew of the secret of what Austin and Ally did, except for Ally, of course, Trish (Mariel had accidentally taken a picture on her phone and left it there for her to see) and Mariel. Mariel didn't, surprisingly, tell anybody, not even her boyfriend. When the shorter brunette asked why, she simply replied:
"Secrets are special, a little notification that you trust me. And one of the most important things held close is having someone's trust. Take it like a gift. Don't lose it."

That made even Ally smile at how deep Mariel was –she was only serious 10% of the time- and the younger girl (Mariel's younger, funnily enough) was surprised with a hug. She blinked.

It was once in a blue moon that Miss Dawson gave someone a hug, so it just made her smile crookedly, patting her awkwardly on the back. When she finally pulled back, Trish, behind them, squealed excitedly.

"How was it?" Trish asked.

"How was what?" Ally asked, confusedly, tilting her head to the side like a puppy.

"The you-know-what…" Trish nodded her head slightly for elaboration.

"Well, I don't know what."

"Oh my god! The sex, sheesh!" Ally blushed, looking away from her trio. "Geez, for being in all of the extended classes with Mariel and Joey, you're stupid."

Mariel rolled her eyes and patted Ally's shoulder. "Get on with it. How was it with Austin?"

"Phhhhh, I tooootttally don't remember every detail."

"Don't you fucking lie to me, 'Son. Do you want me shouting here in the quadrangle-" she pauses and waves her hands around the area like a mad(wo)man, shrieking, "Ally doesn't remember her night with-"

And that's how Mariel was shushed with a gigantic "SHUT UP!" from Ally, face resembling a tomato.

"Fine, I'll fucking tell you guys." She motioned for us to huddle in. The girl inhaled slowly, about to start her description of how IT was.

"He was… good. He actually looked sexy, I admit, but I don't feel like it was enough."

Even her own words shocked her.

Trish gaped. And yes, only Trish, because the taller brunette somehow knew it was going to happen. She had a little dance in her head, so she just smiled.

"Goddamn, for a virgin, he was… good enough for you?"

"He's a virgin?!"

"Was, dearie. Was. And I'll take that as a yes. Moon-boy stepped up his game, didn't he, if you want a second round with him?"

"…"

"Answer her." Trish pressed.

"Fine, okay. Yes. But you DO know he was drunk, right? The alcohol must've been his liquid pride."

"Okay, fine, I'll admit something too, 'Son. He's never been drunk before. And I know, because I've been going to this camp earlier than he has. I've watched the parties. He ALWAYS makes an excuse. Except for last week." Mariel told her.

"So? Being drunk first time is-" Trish was cut off.

"SOFT-CORE. I've been drink twice at those parties, and the first time, I just wanted more. But I couldn't, cause I drank the lot with Jo." Mariel crossed her legs as she sat on the floor randomly, gazing up to her 'friends'.

"So basically, he was mostly SOBER?" Trish asked the gamer.

"Yep. And Ally, drinking not only gives you strength, but unlimited amount of honesty. Think about what he did last Tuesday."

Ally P.O.V.

H-honesty?

I gotta get out of here and relax.

"I'mgonnagonowforgetaboutmeseeyouduringlunch."

And so, I ran for Cabin 12.1., but, as I was only looking to the ground, I, being clumsy for the first time ever, crashed into a hard chest.

I looked up, ready to yell at whoever was there. Surprisingly, it was a short-ish guy (he was practically the same height as me, weird.) with short brown hair, with matching cheery brown eyes.

Not the kind that I like, but okay.

He was pretty cute, I noticed, when I looked him over a bit. He's average, but hey, seems like a nice guy.

"Sorry, Miss Dawson," the boy apologizes formally. "Didn't see you there."

"It's okay. No big deal…" I squinted to see his name tag, when he chuckled lightly and stuck out his bony hand. "Ethan Osterberg. Nice to meet 'cha." I smiled tightly over his scent as I shook his hand.

Weirdly enough, he smelled like a sickly sweet rose. I checked his cabin again. 7. Mariel one told me it was called Shit-Smelling Seven for a reason. And boy was that guy smelling so smelly –if that makes sense.

"Nice to uh, meet you too Ethan." I tried the name on my tongue. For some reason, it didn't roll off nicely.

"Listen, I'll see you around, got to handle some patients and-" before he can finish the sentence, he runs off. What a peculiar (Joey says that a lot, I've learnt after a week in his cabin. It was starting to rub off on me.) guy.

My confused expression with my raised eyebrow stays on until I get to my cabin. Before I touch the doorknob, I could hear laughing from inside. Hmm, let's see. A girl voice, who I recognised to be Mariel's, a guy voice, and another guy's voice were cracking up. Oh well, time to ruin the fun.

I bit the bullet and opened the door.

"Hello, stranger." A Filipino-looking guy says, sitting with a tall guy and Mariel on the floor.

"Sup, 'Son?"

"Hi! I'm Chris!" the tall, also Filipino-looking guy says happily. He sits to Mariel's right, as the other dude was sitting on her left.

'Chris' smiles and me and automatically stands up to shake my hand when the other Asian dude mumbles something in the female Filipino-American's ear, making her laugh and say something in response.

He snorts.

Just as he reaches for my hand to shake, he turns around and looks at the two, laughing, and cocks his head. "What are you guys talking about? Let me in on the stuff!" he pouts. But they just ignore him, but Mariel holds up a middle finger to the dude she was talking to, making the both of them laugh when she stands and smiles cheekily. (1)

Keer P.O.V (Mestie/N: He's based on my real-life friend who used to bully me. He's an asshole, but my friend. Didn't expect HIS P.O.V. yet, didja?)

My friend smiles at the girl, Ally, and looks like she's going to introduce us. Well, except Chris. He did that for her.

"This is Sissy, also known as Keer Mija. He's older than me by eight days, yet I'm a year older in grade levels, since I skipped kinder." Mariel points to me and I give a nod to her, to which Ally tightly nods back. Ugh, stupid populars.

"And this," she points to Chris (I guess I stand corrected), "is, obviously Christopher Jay. Or Chris. Or even Cri. He's seriously jumpy. Don't worry if he's a bit straightforward in friendship, he says it's a blessing of being gay (2)." Mariel whispers the last part to Ally, winking at me. We use Taurus telepathy to hear what and who whispers. Yeah, my b-day is April 21 and hers is April 29. She calls me oldie because of that, and we use the telepathy as an awesome superpower…

Anyhow, Mariel told me that Chris liked me back in grade 5, when she was grade 6. I wrinkled my nose at the memory, but our families already had it coming that he was gay. He acted gay anyway, but we talked about his… er… sexuality in Filipino, since he couldn't understand it that well. Yeah, we were VERY smart 11-year-olds back then at school.

*FLASHBACK*

We were sitting in the auditorium of our school, and, because Chris was on the right side, Mariel had to lean a bit closer to me to give a roll to the eyes to the boy we called a 'friend', licking his snot.

We were just sitting on the floor for gym class, which, if you didn't know, had Austin and Ally in it. Ally and another girl (who looked like a Latina? I dunno) flicking pieces of paper that I had no idea they had at Austin's back, while the boy flinched every now and then to tell them a small, sharp, "Stop it.". Mrs Bate, our gym teacher, looked at them with a fierce glare. "I know you guys are all buddy-buddy, but stop mucking around and learn how to play- blah, blah, blah," Yeah, Mariel and I really don't like P.E. God, it was boring.

Well except when the two of us played dodgeball and volleyball.

I looked over to Mariel, catching her eye. "Listen," I say, when our teacher isn't looking. "Sa makausa, ang akong mama nakigsulti sa Chris, mama o sa bisan unsa nga, ug siya misugod sa drool sa kining kanding nga nati sa duol ug naningkamot aron sa paggakos sa mga dude. Unya, Chris mipahiyom ug gihalad siya nga ang pipila sa iyang 'kendi. Ikaw mao ang man swerte kamo wala didto, ang tawo."

Once, my mom was talking to Chris' mom or whatever, and he started to drool over this kid nearby and tried to hug the dude. Then, Chris smiled and offered him some of his 'candy'.You are SO lucky you weren't there, man.

Mariel cringed, but her smile gave her away. She chuckled knowingly, but still checked over her shoulder to see if Mrs Bate was looking.

"i kaninyo nga siya bading."

I told you he was gay.

"BAYOT! (GAY!) That's the better word for it!"

She rolled her eyes and looked me in the eyes with an amused twinkle in her deep, dark brown ones.

"Same difference!" Mariel slapped my arm, resulting in a small, girly shriek from me. We are both very touchy in friendship, as she already knew it was pretty harmless. She knew I was a black belt, but she could still kill me. Yeah, my girl (female. Well, mostly) friend is scary. Maybe even evil. She admitted herself that she was! Don't judge me!

We then laid our eyes on Austin and Ally again, who were, obviously, fighting again.

"Miss, Ally tore my jacket!" exclaimed Austin, putting his hand up like a good boy, then pointing at his ex-best friend.

"Only because it looked horrible on you. I was TRYING to save the poor jacket from being in your wrath." Replied Ally smoothly, her brown curl bouncing

"Seriously, THAT'S your reason?"

"Yep."

"You are such a child."

"We're only 11, so yeah, we are children, dumbo." Ally deadpanned, looking at Austin.

"Yeah right, like you ever-" Austin started.

"YOU TWO! MOON AND DAWSON! Can you PLEASE tell us what is SO important you have to yell about!" Miss Bate exclaimed exasperatedly. They cringed and shook their heads out of fear.

"Good. Now pair up and grab a ball! We're playing netball!

*END FLASHBACK*

Ally nods and turns to leave when Chris shouts to her.

"We're playing truth or dare at the campfire at 9:00 on Sunday with Kira, Brooke, Cassidy, Joey, Trish, Starr, Rosar, Ches, Atanna, Peet and Katt. You should come!" Mariel sat down next to me oce again as Chris listed down the people on his list.

Ally froze, but turned around anyway. "Really?" she asked, genuinely curious.

It was true; we had convinced the lot of people to hang out with us, even the Girls.

"Yep," I called out. "Our group of friends come do that once in a while."

"I'll think about it." She smiled. Ally then reached for the doorknob and was about to close the door, when-

"Oh yeah, and Austin's coming!" Mariel yelled cheekily, smirking.

Ally P.O.V.

"Oh yeah, and Austin's coming!" Mariel yelled behind me as I closed the door. I could just hear the smirk in her voice.

Oh no.

Meh, I shrugged. She's probably kidding.

What's next on my schedule, anyway?

3:15 pm – 5:00 pm: organise performance for end of summer concert for PMMC.

Not to mention confrontation from my other friends as to why I haven't gotten the time to see them.

Oh, then my envy over the star couple, plus Mariel and Trish's teases about last night.

Oh, joy.

And lastly. spending more time with HIM.

WHY THE HELL DOES LIFE HATE ME?!