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Daisy

"Help.... Something's pulling me down, I can't swim that well!" I scream and internally high-five myself for sounding so believable.

I splash harder like something was really dragging me down.

"Daisy! Hold-on, I'm coming" Hunter shouts panicked.

He frantically tries to take off his shirt but decides against it all together and jumps in the river. At this, I just couldn't stop the laughter that had been bubbling in my throat. I laugh hard and uncontrollably.

Hunter surfaces from the water in confusion and when what I did finally settles in his brain, he sends me a look hot enough to fry Antarctica to crisp and cold enough to make Africa snow.

He stalks towards me and all the humor in the current situation vanishes.

"Look, I w-was just getting back at you for b-being a jerk. No hard feelings.........." I start to say moving back and waving both my hands to stop him from approaching.

What am I doing? I shouldn't be scared of him.

I stand straight and try to muster some courage to face him. He continues to stalk forward with the angry but yet hot as hell look on his face. That isn't right. I meant angry but yet ugly look on his face.

I look at him and notice that he was about to catch up with me. Who am I kidding? I can't do this, I'm scared as hell.

And with that, I turn and try to swim to the river bank as fast as I can. I scream when I feel something grab my leg and pull me inside the water. I open my eyes to see that the culprit is Hunter.

His arms snake around my waist and pull me flush against him. My body literally electrifies and my stomach tingles from the thousand hippos that decided to choose that moment to practice jumping in it. I move my gaze to his eyes to see him smirking.

Alarm bells go off in my head. What is he going to do?

He starts to move his hands slowly and tantalizingly on my body. He caresses my waist and moves his hands upward towards the small of my back. He pulls me to him harder and all thoughts in my brain decide to grow wings and fly away.

He puts his head in the crook of my neck and starts to run his nose up and down sensually. I feel his nose run up my ear and I clamp my mouth hard together to keep myself from gasping.

What he was trying to do finally clicks. He was trying to test my limit till I open my mouth and swallow water.

I try to move out of his grasp but I was too weak from his touch.

He moves his hand under my shirt and starts to draw slow circles on my back. I look into his hazel eyes to see them as dark as night and his intense gaze solely focused on me.

He buries his head in my neck again caressing my collar bone. How can he even do that under water? At this point I was already too far gone and I let out a very loud moan.

Or at least I tried to.

Water rushes into my mouth and I start to kick and thrash to be let free of his hold. He lets go but grabs my wrist and swims upward taking me with him. When we eventually reach the surface, I hold on tight to him with my hands around his neck trying to catch my breath. His hands wound around my waist again.

I cough out some water and after a while, my breath comes back to me. I make a move to remove my hands from his neck but his hold tightens around me. I look up to meet his eyes for the umpteenth time today and find him giving me the same intense look he was giving me under water.

The breath I've just caught takes its leave again and all rational thought becomes buried in the 'stupid things you should never think about' locker in my head.

He leans in and drags his gaze to my lips making his eyes darken further. My eyes also find their way to his lips.

Screw everything.

Just one taste wouldn't hurt. One taste wouldn't change anything, not one thing at all. I argue with myself as I bring my face closer to his. He finally closes the distance between us stopping when our noses touch. He looks directly in my eyes and I stare at him back with eyes that I was sure was mirroring the same want and passion.

He moves his mouth and touches the tip of his tongue to the corner of my mouth. He then places a tiny kiss there. I gasp making him groan and turn my head to stop the teasing and join our mouth together when....

"Hunter, where are you?" Mark calls out. His gaze roams the area and finally lands on us.

"Am I interrupting something?" He asks his eyes wide and face twisted into one of surprise.

Reality sets in and the weight of what I was about to do settles on me and leaves me shaken. I was about to kiss Hunter.

"No, you aren't interrupting anything" Hunter says letting go of me.

I find it hard to ignore the jab of hurt at Hunter's quick dismissal of us kissing. Why was I even angry? It wasn't as if I wasn't about to say the same thing he said before he beat me to it.

I move out of the water and sigh. What was the point of getting dressed every morning if it was going to eventually become wet anyway?

Hunter also gets out of the water and approaches Mark. Mark says something to him and he nods, both of them turning to walk away. He turns back and glances at me before disappearing round the corner.

I sit down and rest my back against a rock. Every single thing that has happened in the past one hour goes through my mind and I touch the corner of my lips which was still tingling from the peck Hunter gave me there.

Other times we had tried to kiss had been so casual and could be ignored but this one was so blatantly obvious and we would have no doubt gone pass an ordinary kiss judging by how I was feeling then and how he was looking at me if Mark hadn't interrupted.

I don't want to be attracted to Hunter; I don't want to be attracted to someone who I don't even like.

The hatred tension is the one causing all this; we must definitely lay all our cards on our table and maybe form a truce.

I sigh again. I don't even know what to do anymore. The attraction is becoming unbearable.

It's suffocating me.

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I sit there thinking for what seems like hours and finally get up to go and change my clothes.

Again

Today is slowly becoming eerily similar to yesterday except for the almost kiss. I shake my head. I've got to stop thinking about this, Hunter has probably forgotten all about it.

I enter the tent expecting no one to be inside except King since Hunter had followed Mark off but freeze from the shock coursing through my entire being caused by the scene playing out right in front of me.

Hunter and a girl were in a heated make out session with Hunter crawling all over her and pinning her tight to the bed.

My bed!

I continue staring in shock to notice that the girl was Rain; one of the girls that played truth or dare with us on the first night of camp.

The two horn dogs don't even notice my entrance.

I stare at Hunter and something sharp pricks my chest and make my eyes water. It's not as if I'm hurt or anything, I just can't believe that after what happened, he didn't even wait for a while before jumping another girl. And that too, on my bed.

Not that I care.

My chest aches more and a traitorous tear slips out of my right eye. It's probably all just because of my bruised ego.

I quietly slip out of the tent and start to walk off with no direction in mind. I eventually end up in an area with trees that all look the same.

I sit down under a tree and stare off into empty space with no specific thought in my mind.

Poink

Something drops on my head and I remove it from my hair to see that it was a nut. It might be the squirrels.

Poink poink poink

I ignore it and continue staring off into nothing.

Poink Poink poink Poink poink poink Poink poink poink

I look up and see a boy sitting on the tree branch, one leg stretched in front of him and the other folded with his hand resting on top of it. He looked totally nonchalant.

"You're been glaring at air since you've been here and I don't really see anything so infuriating about it" He says gesturing at air and making a move to climb down.

He had an accent, not an ordinary accent, but an Australian accent. He finally succeeds in climbing down and I become tongue-tied. He was really handsome. He had black hair and blue eyes that made me think of summer skies.

I don't need see another good looking guy today. I've had enough of all good-looking guys turning out as jerks, the prime example being Hunter.

"What's got you so peeved?" He asks.

I stare blankly at him. He was seriously asking me that? I didn't even know him.

Wait. Shouldn't I run? He might be a serial killer or a human trafficker or worse a cannibal.

He must have seen the horror reflected in my eyes.

"Whoa.... Calm down, I'm not a serial killer or anything of that sort" he quickly pacifies.

Can he read minds? How did he know what I was thinking?

"You have a very expressive face; it's not that hard to guess what you're thinking" He says reading my thoughts again.

"Oh where are my manners, my name is......."

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