A/N: It's a day late, but here you guys go! I'm sorry. I only got to reading the three ideas sent in to me yesterday. And I picked this one. So I had to write out the entire chapter based on the summary given. So the user who sent me this doesn't want to be identified by her wattpad user name for some strange reason. So, since I can't officially dedicate this to her and her profile, I'll just say thank you Emily for the idea and for all the support!
Hope you guys enjoy the chapter!
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“Are we there yet?” I mumble obnoxiously, not bothering to open my eyes.
“Not yet. We haven’t magically arrived since the five minutes you asked before, nor will we magically in five minutes from now,” Ryder snaps irritably.
“Remind me again why you’re here man-whore?” I demand in my best bored whisper.
“You’re impossibly Faye! Completely and irrevocably!” he hisses.
“Okay guys! Calm down…I really don’t need more of my brother and my best friend trying to kill each other. Honestly, it’s getting really old,” Logan mutters from behind the steering wheel.
“Well, Mr Bright Idea, how exactly did you think putting the both of us together in a car for eight hours could bring any goodness?!” I retort.
I can almost hear Logan roll his eyes at me as he turns the music up. I huff and sit back, staring out of the window. Fat load of help that was! It’s so freaking dark out!
“Could you please stay on your side of the car?!” Ryder breathes, miffed.
“Geez! I’m sorry your freaking majesty!” I mutter under my breath, squashing myself against the door.
“Oi! Can it you two! I’ve had enough. Faye is my best friend in this entire world, Ryder. I won’t have you hitting on her one moment, trying to force yourself on her then shouting at her and upsetting her the next!” Logan mutters dangerously.
“And I’m so scared of my little, baby brother!” Ryder mumbles.
“You ought to be! With that bummed leg, I could whoop your ass and hand it to you! So you will listen to me!” Logan continues.
I smirk at Ryder, sticking my tongue out at him.
Logan catches my eye in the rearview mirror. I could have sworn he smiled a little, but at the next minute, he turned serious again.
“And Faye, God knows I love you girl. I really do. But Ryder is my older brother and you have to start showing him some respect!” he murmurs gently.
“Way not to show favourites, bro,” Ryder mutters sarcastically. “Where are we heading to exactly?”
“This camp I heard about. It’s supposed to build up team spirit and the like,” Logan answers nonchalantly.
“Like an outward bound school?! You’re kidding me!” I huff loudly.
“Nope!” Logan murmurs happily.
The three of us sink back into silence.
***
Logan pulls into a little dirt road, his mustang bouncing around roughly.
“Slow down!” I protest sleepily.
Ryder is fast asleep beside me. Looking more like a normal human being. His lips jut out prominently…not in that stupid smirk of his. He looks so…breathtaking, when he isn’t annoying the hell out of me, that is!
“Sorry babe. Go back to sleep. We should be at the camp in about ten minutes,” Logan murmurs.
I nod my head and lean back, deciding not to close my eyes only to be forced to wake up in ten minutes.
So I get to studying Ryder instead. So innocent and sweet looking! Why can’t he be half as nice as his brother?! I would be head over heels in love with him!
Aren’t you already though?
Am not! He annoys the hell out of me!
Sure…that’s why your heart beat erratically when he lied about loving you right? That’s why you already begun fantasizing about having him as your boyfriend right? Hanging off his arm, being the envy of all the other girls?
“Oh shut up!” I mutter to myself darkly.
“Sorry?” Logan asks from up front.
“Nothing…talking to myself,” I mumble.
Logan chuckles at that but drops the subject. He knows I talk to myself, so it’s not that big of a deal to him anyway.
Logan finally comes to a stop outside a small, warm cottage. I shove Ryder roughly and he wakes up with a start, glowering at me.
I give him a mock smile and climb out.
Logan pops the trunk and to my surprise, my knapsack is in there with what must be Ryder’s.
“How do you have my stuff?” I demand as he carries my things in.
“I stopped over at your place. Besides, you and Ryder will be here for the next week,” he explains, smiling.
Shrug and then his words sink in. You and Ryder?!
“What about you?!” I squeal, grabbing onto his arm.
“I don’t need it. I get along just fine with the both of you,” he murmurs, kissing me lightly. “I’m gonna crash the night though and I’ll set off back to town tomorrow.”
“You can’t leave me here! With him!” I moan, jerking my thumb at Ryder who hobbles behind us, trying to support his bag and his bad leg at the same time.
“I can and I will. Besides, you won’t be alone. There are like ten other people who’ve enrolled in this camp for the week. The girls dorms are to your left,” he gestures to a small, cozy looking cabin. “And the guys dorms is further down. See you in the morning, kiddo,” he murmurs, kissing me again, handing me my bag.
I narrow my eyes at him as he heads over to help Ryder with his bag.
Huffing angrily, I storm towards the girls’ dorms and throw the door open. I’m greeted by four, hostile, yet familiar stares. Oh dear God! What are they doing here?!
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Teen FictionLife's tough. High School is hell. And falling in love may possibly be the worst of all! Enter Faye Malcolm, a sixteen year old who has been raised in a broken family. She's nearly always broke, her mother is constantly too busy to bat her an eyelas...
