Hey guys, as promised - todays second chapter :p hope you like :p
Chapter 4: Bad Start
Addie´s POV:
When we arrived at the football field, Michael quickly let go of my hand and ran to the other guys. I followed Michael with my eyes. Suddenly I spotted Chris behind him looking at me. He turned around and joined the game that had just started, before I was able to tell what his reaction seeing Michael and I holding hands was. I shook my head and sat on the grass beside a few other people. Right beside was another girl, she had long and curly black hair and was petite. She looked up at me and smiled. "Hi, I´m Ashley, and you are?" she asked. Her American accent was clear. "Addie," I told her. "As a nickname for what?" she asked when I had forgotten to say my full name again. "Adrianna," I told her and smiled.
I was complete distracted from our little conversation as the guys removed their shirts while playing. My eyes were stuck on Michael and his very muscular chest. I felt a stab in my side and was taken back to reality. "Addie?" Ashley asked and waved her hand in front of my eyes. "Oh, yeah, Uhm..." I was so confused. What had she asked me? "You didn´t hear me, did you?" she asked and laughed. "No, sorry," I answered and laughed too. "I asked, what you thought of that guy named Christopher. We were just talking about the guys," she said and all the other girls beside her looked at me smiling. "Erm...I don´t know," I said finding it hard to believe that they found my brother hot. "Well, who else were you starring at?" Ashley asked and smirked. "Erm...nobody," I told her lying. "Aww, come on," she said. "Well, Michael," I said and blushed. "Michael? Is that the hot guy keeping goal?" she asked and we both looked at the field. So she was teasing me. I turned to her and looked at her with a glance that said: "yeah right." The guy keeping goal was a chubby brown haired guy who was sweating all over. She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "He´s decent," she said underestimating him completely. "Decent, yeah right," I told her and looked to the field where Michael was looking at us. As he saw me looking back at him he smiled and waved. I waved back and he noticed just before he caught the ball and dribbled it a few times on his knee before shooting it directly into the goal. Impressive I thought to myself. "What was that?" Ashley beside me asked stabbing my sides again with her elbows. "You really have got to stop that, you´ll give me bruises some day," I told her with a smile. She shrugged her shoulders. "Anyway, don´t change the subject," she continued and stabbed me once again with her elbow. "He waved and I waved back?" I acted innocent. She whined and shook her head. "You guys are so into each other, it´s so obvious," she said. I felt a lump in my throat. "Ashley, we only just met," I objected and shook my head. "Aha, the first sign," she said being too excited for her own well being. "What sign?" I asked confused. "Wait and see, I´m not as blind as you are and I know there´s something there," she told me and smirked.
That night, we – all the girls and I – gathered in Julie´s and my room where we were drinking hot chocolate and eating cookies while sharing fun stories of our lives. We had so much fun that we did not look at the clock. It must´ve been past midnight when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Some of the girls jumped up a little afraid – there were no more girls that weren´t here. The door creaked open very slowly and none of us moved. Mr. Johnson stood in the door wearing some kind of pyjamas, looked at us with a mad expression. "Who is responsible of this?" he asked, his eyes moving from one girl to the other not missing one. I felt a lump in my throat. "Erm...I am, sir," I whispered and raised my hand. I wasn´t afraid of Mr. Johnson, but I didn´t want to go home now that I finally had made some friends. "Ms. Poynter, follow me," he said and looked at me sternly. The girls whispered behind me, though I could not hear what they were whispering. He led me to the corridor where he closed the door tight after us. "Do you not know the rules around here, Ms Poynter?" he asked. "Yes, sir," I told him and felt stupid to be caught the very first night here. "Then you should know that there has to be silence at camp at 11 p.m. and everyone has to be in their beds," he said and I nodded when a lump in my throat kept me from being able to talk. "I can´t hear you?" he said and I sighed. I swallowed the lump. "Yes, sir," I said again and he nodded. "Let this be you a warning, if I hear of any trouble from you, Ms Poynter, I will make sure that you will be on your way home at first possible way," he warned and looked at me sternly. "Is that clear?" he asked and almost spat me in the face. "Yes, sir," I said and leaned away from him. He walked away mad then. I had never thought that he would get so mad about this. Nothing had really happened, but apparently we had made so much noise that Mr Johnson – who slept in the little cabin that was called the "guard house", which was on the other side of wood – had heard us.
I grabbed the door handle and walked in the room again. Even though, I wasn´t scared of Mr Johnson, there was no way I was going home now, and therefore I followed his words. We all went to bed quickly – the other girls were too scared to stay up anymore anyway.
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