I pushed my fire cooked alphagetti around on my plate hesitantly. I was scared to taste it. The smell alone was enough to make an elephant lose its lunch – not that I had eaten any lunch today. Steve wasn't impressed with Ethan's method of cooking breakfast, and apparently eating privileges could be taken away. I took another whiff of my dinner – it smelt like barf and rotten eggs and moved like jell-o mixed with sour milk. I was convinced a little green alien would jump out if at anytime, probably a clone of Steve. I laughed to myself.
"No talking during dinner." Steve snapped from ten feet away. His fat butt was sitting comfortably on a picnic table, while I was being molested by red fire ants in the sand. Ethan and his friends were sitting further down by the beach. It was obvious there was something going on between Ethan and the red head as he wrapped his arms around her waist and threatened to toss her into the water. She squealed with laughter, pretending to be upset as he let her feet touch the lake. I cringed with disgust – and a little bit of jealousy. I looked to my right; Steve was greedily stuffing his face with a Twinkie. I inconspicuously poured my putrid concoction of a dinner in the grass to my left. "Are you done?" Steve asked, a crumb of light brown Twinkie hitting my knee. I flicked off with my fingers and rubbed them roughly on the ground.
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"You and Ethan have detention with me tonight." I nodded my head and wrapped my arms around my legs. "You'll meet me at the back of the house at seven." I gave him a sarcastic smile and walked down towards the beach to join the other kids.
"Have a nice time with Steve?" The red head called as I flung myself onto the sand. I gave her the dirtiest look I could muster.
"Look Ethan, she's getting an attitude." Ethan gave a half-hearted chuckle and began peeling off his shirt. My eyes grew wide at the sight of his muscular chest and body. I could see the power in his arms and chest as his muscles flexed and relaxed with each movement. "She's staring at you, Ethan." The red head whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. He shrugged his shoulders and looked at me with a sexy grin. I let out a small cough of embarrassment and looked away.
"Give her a break, Natalie," a tall black haired boy said sweetly, his dark brown skin glistened in the sunlight. He flashed me a coy smile. "I'm Vince." I smiled at him.
"Samira." Vince sat down beside me, a little closer than I was comfortable with. His musky cologne filled my nostrils. I squeezed my knees to my chest.
"How do you like it here so far?" I buried my face in my knees.
"It's horrible." I mumbled.
"That bad already?" I motioned my head towards the pudgy Steve who was attempting to peel his XXL shirt off his hairy back. Vince let out a deep throaty laugh. "Yeah, I know what you mean." I let out a snort. Vince leaned his lips close to my ear; I could feel the heat of his body. I shivered gently. "But I'll let you in on a little secret," he whispered. I turned my face towards him, my eyes meeting his. He was way too close for comfort. "If you stick with me, he'll be a little easier on you."
"Oh yeah?" I whispered, suddenly self-conscious of how much my shorts had ridden up on my legs. Vince licked his bottom lip and flashed his perfectly straight white teeth.
"Yeah." I let out a small giggle. I felt like I was fourteen again, giggling like a little schoolgirl. I put my face back in my hands, my cheeks burning like crazy. I felt Vince's warm hand touch my knee. I jumped slightly, my eyes meeting his once again. A large smile grew across my face.
"You're really pretty, Samira." His voice was deep as the compliment rolled off his tongue. I blushed harder, my cheeks almost hurting from smiling.
"Thanks." I squeaked, barely able to push the words out of my mouth. No man had ever said that to me before. Vince leaned closer to me, his black eyes staring deeply into mine. He ran his hand through his curly black hair. I breathed his scent in deeply, his masculine smell was infatuating. I wanted to kiss him – right then and there.
"Have you ever kissed a man before?" He growled, his hand moving further up my thigh. I drew my breath in sharply.
"No." My voice was raspy and low, not like usual. Vince's lips pulled to the side of his face in a coy grin. I giggled nervously as I watched him part his lips.
"Kiss me." He grumbled. Every thought fled from my mind as I parted my lips and moved closer to him. I could feel my fingers tingling; my pulse was pounding in my ears. I really didn't care about consequences or self respect anymore. I think this camp made troubled teens rather than fixed them.
"Samira." A deep voice growled. I felt a large hand on my shoulder pull me backwards. I very ungracefully flew backwards, my feet flying into the air. I looked up; my black eyes met a pair of fiery green ones. "We have detention." His voice rumbled. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up roughly.
"I don't need your help." I pulled my hands away from him and attempted to gain my balance. I could feel the backs of my legs hit a fallen tree branch. I flung my hands wildly through the air trying to brace myself for a fall and squeezed my eyes shut. This wasn't going to be pretty. I opened one eye – was I dead? I hadn't hit the ground yet – I hadn't felt the pain in my butt. I drew in a deep breath and took in my surroundings. I felt two strong arms wrapped around my waist holding me tightly. The side of my body was pressed up against a powerful torso and my arms were entangled around a strong neck. I looked down at my hips where two tanned white arms held me tightly.
"You don't need my help?" Ethan questioned sarcastically. He placed me back onto my feet and took a step back.
"I would have been fine." I brushed off the non-existent sand from my shorts. I turned towards Vince who glared at Ethan with a frown.
"I have to go to detention." I gave him a sincere smile. "I'll see you around?" Vince nodded at me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, his soft lips grazing my face. Ethan grabbed my hand and pulled me roughly towards the house.
"That's enough of that." He grumbled. I stumbled forward.
"What's your problem?" I asked, struggling to keep up with his rapid pace.
"My problem is Vince." He stopped walking and turned towards me. I smacked into his hard torso. Ethan grabbed me by the shoulders and put his nose up to mine. I drew in a quick breath. "He's bad news."
"And you're not?" I scoffed. He drew back from me.
"Just be smart, Samira." He mumbled. A small smile pulled at my lips.
"What did you just say?" I jumped beside him and smiled at him.
"I said you're not smart." He began his rapid pace towards the back of the house again. I laughed loudly.
"That's not what you said." I teased; he glared at me.
"You're late." I froze as Steve's voice rang through my ears. He marched up to me and pushed his nose against mine. I grabbed Ethan's hand tightly and stepped behind his muscular figure. I could feel the tears growing in my eyes. My arm still hurt from this morning.
"What do you want us to do?" Ethan's voice was strong and demanding. I squeezed my eyes tightly and pushed my face into Ethan's back. I could hear Steve shifting nervously.
"You need to chop the wood for the camping trip." Ethan gave him a quick nod and squeezed my hand reassuringly. I kept my eyes closed tightly until I heard Steve walk into the house through the back door.
"You're such a chicken shit." Ethan mocked, pulling his hand out of mine.
"Me?" Ethan arranged a few logs of wood and lounged against them. I crossed my arms across my chest, not sure where to put them. I looked out towards the beach; the sun had almost set.
"So, what do we do?" I asked. Ethan closed his eyes, put his hands behind his head and let out an exaggerated yawn. "Aren't we supposed to chop the wood?" Ethan didn't even open his eyes. I grabbed a log of wood and placed it on the big tree stump. I had seen this enough times on TV to know what to do. How hard could this be? "Where's the axe?" I mumbled, searching the log piles. The sun had almost set entirely, I couldn't see very well. I finally stumbled on a large rusting axe. I heaved it over to the tree stump, it was a lot heavier than I had thought. I could hear Ethan chuckling to himself. "Shut up." I demanded.
I lifted the axe over my right shoulder and tried to cleave the log in two. The axe flew towards the ground, narrowly missing Ethan's toes. He jumped up, his body a bit shaky out of shock.
"What the hell are you doing?" He bellowed. I gingerly laid the axe on the ground.
"Uh, may be I should just leave it alone." Ethan huffed angrily, his breathing rapid.
"You could have killed me."
I laughed loudly. "You're such a chicken shit." I mimicked. Ethan growled and flung himself back down onto his log seat.
"You better watch yourself." I gave him an insincere smile and sat down on the ground.
"Now what do we do?" I asked cheerfully.
"We shut up."
"Oh." I hummed quietly and began playing with my shoelaces.
"Stop being so happy." Ethan snapped. I hummed a bit louder. "Stop humming." He demanded.
"Okay?" He questioned.
"Yes, okay." Ethan let out a quick breath.
"Doo ba, doo ba." He growled. "Doo ba, doo ba."
"You're still doing it."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"I am not."
"I heard you."
"I wasn't humming."
"Well what were you doing?"
"I was doo-ba'ing." I heard a deep rumble in Ethan's throat.
"Okay." I smiled at him.
"Yes. Okay. O-K-A-Y. Okay."
"Okay." He closed his eyes again.
"Bop, bee bop. Bop. Bop." Ethan growled and sat up.
"What did I do now?" I flashed him the biggest smile I could muster.
"You're still making stupid noises." I looked at him as if I was shocked.
"You!" He pointed at me angrily, his green eyes flashing red. I shook my head.
"No, not me." I circled my finger around my head to illuminate my very obvious halo to him.
"Just be quiet."
"No humming, no bopping, no doo-ba'ing, no beeping, no booping, no hmming. Got it?"
"Got it." I nodded my head and gave him a quick salute. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. I let out a small huff of discouragement and sat quietly for a few minutes. My stomach gurgled loudly. Ethan sat up and narrowed his eyes at me. I put my hands up.
"I'm innocent, that was my stomach."
"I don't think stomachs make that noise."
"They do when you haven't eaten for two days." Ethan raised his left eyebrow at me.
"What?" He stood up and dusted off his pants.
"We're going to get something to eat."
"From where?" I stood up hesitantly and tugged on the bottom of my shorts.
"Steve keeps a stash in his bedroom." I shook my head violently.
"No way. I'm not going anywhere near that pig." Ethan let out a hearty laugh.
"I'm not a chicken shit!" I put my arms on my hips in protest.
"Don't worry, he'll be asleep." Ethan began walking towards the back door. I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him towards me.
"Because I'm not that hungry." My stomach literally shook as it grumbled again. Ethan leaned close to me, his lips close to mine.
"I'm not doing this for you."
"Oh." I let go of his hand.
"Natalie said she wanted something sweet for later tonight."
"Oh." I looked down at my shoes, slightly disgusted.
"You can stay here if you want." I heard a small ruffling in the bushes nearby.
"No that's okay." I trailed after him as he headed into the house towards Steve's bedroom.