From Chap.2

"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.

"Aww, some of the darts are missing!" I said disappointed.

"Figures. Everything in here is crap." Said Inferno gesturing at a stool that was missing one of its legs.

"Oh, well." I said, picking up three darts, five in all out of eight.

I guess I should snag this moment to tell you why I'm so exited about darts, despite the set being crap.

Simple. Darts is my favorite game. Just some thing about throwing something sharp and pointy at some thing that gets me giddy.

Taking careful aim, I visualized the dart flying through he air and sticking onto the board.

Ah, one. Ah, two. Ah, one, two, three, four! Release!

SPLAT. Bull's eye.

Twice more.

"How did you do that?!" Said a very shocked Inferno.

I smiled. "Three years of archery class." I said.

"Wow. I can't aim to save my life." He said, and I saw a glimmer of, something, inhis eyes.

What?

"Oh come on, I bet you aren't that bad." I said encouragingly, going over to the board and pulling out the darts.

"Here, try." I said giving him the darts.

"Fine." He said taking them from me. And as he did his fingers brushed against mine, and I felt something shoot up my arm.

What the heck?

Taking aim, he half-heartedly threw the dart. It landed on the floor about two feet away from the target.

"See? I'm totally horrible." He said and slumped.

"You weren't even throwing it hard enough!" I laughed, "Here, let me show you."

I walked in front of him and, with my back turned so we were back-to-chest; I grabbed his hand and started teaching him how to play the game of darts.

Damn shivers were all over my body and I had to stop the urge to glomp him right then and there.

"See, there's what you did wrong. Try it again." I said and gave him some room.

He licked his lip, (Oh god, stupid hormones!) And took aim once again.

Bull's eye.

"Ha! I did it!" he said pleasantly surprised. He turned around and looked at me,

" Thanks, a lot." He said softly, the glimmer in his eye that I saw in his eye earlier.

What the heck is that? Anger? Happiness? Sadness? Could this be something that has to do with why he's here?

"Heh, no problem." I said smiling and scratching the back of my head.

He walked up to me and gave me a brief hug. I hate it when I blush.

"You really have no idea how much this means to me." He said. It seemed like he was staring into the very depths of my ignorant teenage soul.

I blushed even harder and giggled shyly. "No problemo." I said.

What the hell? 'No problemo?!' What the heck is THAT! I'm so stupid! Way to go Ashlyn. Real smooth.

He let go of me and stood there watching me. Freaky.

"Why do you keep watching me?" I asked, cocking my head for extra effect incase he wasn't gonna spill.

"I find you interesting." He said shrugging like it was no big deal. My hormones thought otherwise. I blushed and he said 'See you later." And he walked out of the Wreak room.

I stood there stunned for a few minutes before Robby shouted "Hey Hotshot! Come 'ere!"

I made my way over to the boys, expecting them to show me something stupid that had to do with the lack of bodily hygiene that goes around here.

"Hotshot?" I questioned once I got over to our little group.

"Yeah! We saw you with Inferno playin' darts and we figured sense you have such an awesome aim, and your attitude, your new nickname should be Hotshot!" Said Robby enthusiastically.

"What's wrong with my attitude?" I said, pretending to act hurt.

Robby looked taken aback. " I, uh… I didn't mean it that way, um-"

"What he means is, he didn't mean it like that, we think you have awesome attitude." Said Trent.

I smiled. "Aww, thanks. You do know I was just pretending to take offence… Right?"

"Oh! Yeah, we knew all along. Yeah. We really mean it though." Trent said getting a soft look in his eyes.

" And I thought I'd be spending my time with a bunch of immature idiots."

Trent took offence to that. "Hey! We are not idiots-"

Just then Lyle decided to prove him wrong by belching.

I raised an eyebrow and said," I stand corrected."

Trent shot a death glare at Lyle, who seemed to shrink away," Sorry, Mate." He said.

"You're British?" I said surprised," I never noticed."

"Yeah, Well, my dad is. I don't have much of an accent though." Lyle said then added, "Why?"

"Oh, because I have a couple friends from the U.K. and I've heard them refer to me as 'Mate", and none of my other friends say that."

"Oh. Ok." He said relived.

I must have looked confused because Michel spoke up" He's paranoid."

"Am not!" Protested Lyle. Then he paused and added, "Ok, maybe a little, but only on the week days!"

I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"So what was with you and 'Ferno?" Asked Trent.

"Yeah, you and him were getting real cozy." Said Robby.

"Never seen him so open before." Mumbled Michel.

I blushed, "It- I was teaching him how to play darts."

Now I know how people feel when I press into their personal matters.

It sucked! I should really start giving people space.

" Oh, Really." Said Trent with raised eyebrows.

"It's nothing." I said, not really wanting to go into it.

"Reeeaalllyy?" Robby taunted.

Rag.

"Yes! That's all! I don't have to share everything with you guys you know! We just met!" I said irritated. Huffing, I crossed my arms and sat down on one of the couches.
"Ok, Sorry jeez." Said Trent coming over and sitting next to me on the couch.

Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear," But do you loovve him?"

Snap. That's it.

Grabbing his ear, I yanked him down to the floor, and made him lay on his stomach.

Then I sat on him.

Stupid, I know. But you had to be there.

"Hey, Get off!" He said trying to get out from underneath him. No luck.

"No." I said bluntly and crossed my arms, "Its your punishment."

"Punishment?! I'm in a freaking juvenile delinquent camp! I'm already being punished! Get off!" he yelled from beneath me.

"No, not till you say sorry." I said biting my tongue to keep from laughing at his pathetic attempts to push me off.

"What? What are you, six?"

"Nope, I was six ten years ago buddy. Apologize."

"Guys, Help!" he said desperately.

"Heh, You brought this upon yourself, mate." Said Lyle pausing from his laughing.

"Apologize." I said and poked the back of Trent's head.

"Okay! Fine! I'm sorry! Now get off! I can't breathe!"

Smirking, I got off.

Brushing himself off, Trent shot me an irritated look then mumbled something under his breath.

I laughed and headed to the tent.

"Remind me to never mess with you." Said Robby as I walked over to A-tent.

I smirked.

Then I stopped in my tracks.