4: Mike's POV
Oh, she was sneaky alright. Meg sure knew how to whip people into shape and/ or squish them to pancake batter in a matter of knew how every single one of her friends could be forced unknowingly into doing whatever she wanted. We'd even come up with a name for it, being Megneuvered.
Catching up to her was a lost cause. She could run faster than any of us ever could. She'd been in track, and a marathon, and did the walks for cancer and all that every year. Very supportive and active compared to everyone else, except maybe Matt. She liked trucking, four wheeling, horse riding, and even dancing. She was in far better shape than anyone I know.
Josh was lucky. Wait, what am I saying? Like I said, pancake batter. Now all I can think about is her. She'll get it for this one, though. Jessica and me are gonna need some serious therapy. She's way to protective.
As I made my way up to the house after chasing Meg I decided to hang out on the porch for a bit and wait for Jess to storm out and punch me. However, it was Emily who came.
"You've got to be kidding me. She's in there freaking out because you said Meg was "hot". I cannot believe her. Everyone thinks she cute, but she's losing it since you said it out loud to her face. Meg also said something about you tackling her. What the heck was that about?"
"There was a Wendigo, ok? Do you mind if I go in? I need to straighten this out with Jessica. " She was still standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame. She rolled her eyes and moved back into the lodge.
(Sry it's short, but I kinda... hated MIke's POV.)