The names Ashlyn. Chap.2
Disclamer: Ok. I do not own Holes. That was created by the lovely Louis Sachar. Necrophilia.
O.O Woahz. Where did THAT come from?!?!
"So, What bed is mine?" I asked.
Trent, who looked like he was the leader said, "The one next to Inferno."
I dumped my bag next to the bed and lay down.
Maybe if I watch my back it wont be so bad here.
But there was some thing about Inferno that I need to know, but I had no idea what.
Chapter. NUMERO DOS.
(I suck at spanish.)
"So, whatcha in for?" Robby, aka. 'Sparx', asked me, leaning on one of the tent walls near me.
"Buried the principals, car-" I said staring up at the dusty ceiling.
"Aww, that 'aint nothing." Trent,' Blaze', cut me off sounding boastful.
"-Then blowing up his house." I finished with a grin.
This got the boys attention.
"You did what?!" Heat, (Lyle), said staring at me, wide eyed.
My grin widened.
"I said, I blew up his house." I pronounced each syllable independently, so even the boys could understand.
"Woo! Girl, I would have loved to see that." Robby said shaking his head.
I laughed, "Yeah, it was gorgous."
I looked each one over, Michel or 'Flamez' had stopped looking at his picture and was smirking at me, and Blaze was sitting cross-legged on his bed.
"So, I told you what I'm here for, now tell me why you're here." I said sitting up on my bed, with my legs stretched out.
"Stole some fire works, that went off when they weren't supposed to near a gas tank. Major explosive results." Flamez said grinning wistfully at the memory.
" Is that what the picture was that you were holding?" I asked.
"Yeah I friend that I was with had his camera on him and he took a picture for me." Said Flamez.
"I'm in for a stolen car and leading police on a persuit. Then a shoot out happened and my car got shot. They started chasin' me again and I guess they shot my gas tank cuz' , from what they told me, the road set on fire cuz' I was trailin' sparks." Piped up Sparx.
Made sense, judgeing from his nickname.
"What about you Heat?" I asked 'Lyle".
"Killed a girl, set her on fire. No biggie." He said shrugging.
I looked at him wide-eyed, mouth agape I said, "Wow, maybe not a biggie for you, Mr. Killer, But probably a major Biggie for her parents."
He shrugged again and admitted, " They didn't like her anyway."
I gave him a look that said half, ' You're crazy', and half, ' Ok, whatever you say.'
Then I looked at Mr. Silent and Mysterious. "What about you?" I said softly.
He looked at me before turning away, "I don't like to talk about it." He said quietly.
"Aw, don't be like that 'ferno. Don't worry about him, he doesn't like to talk about any thing." Said Blaze.
I gave Inferno a questioning look before turning away. The boys and I exchanged information for the next few hours before we were interrupted by the dinner bell.
"All right! Dinner!" I cheered jumping off my bed.
" Believe me, 'Dinner' is nothing to be celebrating about said Flamez.
"Why?" I asked, slightly put out.
Flamez just laughed and shook his head.
"You'll see."
Ok. I could swear Camp green lake recycled its wastewater, because I am thoroughly convinced that I am eating crap. I'm serious.
It's the most vile thing you can ever imagine times a hundred.
All right. Maybe I'm exaggerating.
But, really, this food is horrible.
"Ok, I can't take any more." I said pushing my tray away from me, and leaning back in my chair.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." Reassured Sparx, "Before I came here people used to say I was the pickiest thing they have ever seen, but after spending six months at camp green lake, I'm pretty sure I can eat anything." He said and licked his fork.
"It's true, I've seen him eat dirt while we were out digging and he got hungry." Said Heat.
Blaze, Flamez, Heat, and I all laughed. Even Sparx when he was done pretending to pout.
Inferno just sat there picking at his food, occasionally eating a small forkful.
What is with this guy? Why the hell is he so moody?
After dinner the guys showed me the Rec. Room. Or as they liked to call it, The Wreak Room.
True to it's name, almost every thing in there was either, broken missing some thing, or was being used for something other than it's original purpose.
Blaze and Sparx stared playing pool with chipped and dented pool sticks, Heat was staring intently at a fuzzed out T.V., and Inferno sat at a table writing something on a crumpled piece of paper.
Because of my blasted curiosity, I sat next to him, and tried to make out some of his scribbling.
He glanced at me and pulled the paper away. I coked my head at him and asked," What are you writing?"
He stared at me and said," It's nothing. It's none of your business anyway."
"Well… It doesn't seem like 'nothing'." I said while he glared daggers at me.
Visibly fuming while trying to keep his cool, he shot " Don't you know it's rude to meddle in other peoples stuff? Just back off!"
"Why are you so moody?" I snapped, out of nowhere.
" Why are you so interested in my personal affairs?" He said, folding his paper up.
" Maybe it's not your affairs I'm interested in, but you!" I said, feeling really irritated.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
He paused, thinking.
"Why?" He asked.
I shuffled my feet and looked at my hands.
"You're so quiet, and- I uh, I kinda feel like I need to know more about you. I'm not exactly sure why." I quietly said, a light blush heating up my face.
Damned hormones.
"You feel like you need, to know me?" He said sounding confused.
"Good to know that you understood me, and yeah, that's what I said." I said, crossing my arms.
" I- why?"
"We already went over this, I don't know. It's this feeling I get in my gut whenever I see you. It's the strangest thing I've ever felt, and I can't figure it out." I said looking at his hands cause I knew I couldn't look at his face with out blushing.
Geez, his hands were so tanned, I looked white compared to his skin, and I wasn't even the palest kid in school.
"Would it help if we talked?" He said, rubbing his fingers.
"Yeah. It's not like talking to some one is the best way to get to know some one, there are other ways too, like eating their brains." I said sarcastically.
"You know what I mean." He said rolling his eyes.
" To answer your question, yes taking would help. A lot." I said, serious again.
"Ok. But I'm not going to tell you everything right away, I have rights." He said looking at me again.
Why does he look at me like that? It's flipping creepy.
"Sure, Mr. Politician." I said playing with one of my rings.
I hate awkward silences.
"So, what do you want to know?" Inferno said breaking the silence.
"Why are you so quiet and mysterious?" I said looking at his tanned face.
God, he has the most gorgeous hazel eyes.
"You think I'm mysterious? I'm only quiet because I don't find much worth talking about. And a lot of the time I simply just don't feel like talking." He said, his brow furrowed.
Oh screw it. I deiced to come right out with it.
"Oh, really? How come you didn't tell me why you're here?"
His face, which I noticed was slowly warming with our conversation, instantly hardened once the words left my big stupid mouth.
"I thought I already told you, I don't want to go into that." He said coldly.
" Ok sorry, sheesh. Hey, wanna go play darts?" I said spotting the pathetic dartboard on the far wall.
"Um, sure?' Inferno said, a little weirded out by my out-of-the-blue question.
I smiled and made my way over to the board, closely followed by inferno.
I had this strange feeling that all the boys that were in the wreck room were checking out my ass, but I didn't give a damn. I was going to play darts.