chapter 7

[ H A R R Y ]

"So, what happened?"

"With what?" I ask Jake, who's fiddling with the laces of his shoes.

"What do you mean with what? I mean, with Reagan," He scoffs, shaking his head as he moves on to his other foot.

I roll my eyes, shrugging as I look elsewhere. Reagan was the last person I wanted to talk about right now.

"Who cares? Why even bring her up?" I spat, crossing my arms and frowning. Every time I thought about her or even mentioned her, whether by me or someone else, I got mad.

She was so frustrating, pretty stuck up, annoying, and a whole bunch of other things I can't think to call her for some reason.

Jake hisses at my words, "That bad, huh?"

"It's... It's fine, I dunno. She's irritating and always picking a fight," I grunt, "I thought we'd at least try to get along for the sake of the trip. But it's only the first day and we've already been in at least five fights by now."

"Five? Jesus, about what?" Jake asks, seeming more intrigued to know now.

"Stupid things," I tell him honestly, "I can't even remember, nor do I want to. But I promise you, man. The fights were so stupid-"

"Then why even fight in the first place? If it's stupid, just end it before it even starts," Jake shrugs and I wanna strangle him. It's easier said than done.

"I can't! Not with her, at least," I huff, running my fingers through my hair, "She just keeps going and going. She runs her mouth to no end, I'd rather drown in acid than hear her complain and shit."

Jake just laughs, shaking his head, "Man, I don't know what to tell you. That sucks, though. At least the day is almost over."

"Yeah, but the week hasn't even started and look at us now." I groan to myself in agony.

This week would be an easy A, a landslide, if I didn't have Reagan as my partner. Don't get me wrong, having Ray as a bunk buddy was an okay at first.

But after having nearly five fights with her within the first couple hours of being here, I feel like we're gonna get kicked off the trip within the second night, if we even make it past the first.

"I'd switch with you if I could," Jake shrugs but I wave him off with that suggestion.

"As much as I'd love that, you and I both know Adams wouldn't let it happen," I sigh exhaustedly, "Ray already tried talking him into switching us before we even got here, but he refused. He claimed it was better off us two than any other boy/girl partners."

"How come?" Jake asks with furrowed brows.

"Because we hate each other so he knows nothing would happen between us," I shrug carelessly.

"Well, he's not wrong," Jake agrees and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I guess. Well," I yawn as I stand up, "I've cooled down so... I'm gonna head back to my bunk, hopefully the wicked witch hasn't cooked up another thing to argue about. See you tomorrow, yeah?"

Jake nods, and I walk back to the cabin. My hands stuffed into my pockets and I'm already mentally groaning and preparing myself for whatever antics Reagan had prepared to fight about now.

As I make it to the door, I can't help but peer through the small window in the centre right in front of me, wondering what she could possibly be doing when I'm not around.

One part of me thought she made blueprints of some sort; planning her next argument and what to say. The girl is extremely nice to everyone unless it's me. I don't think anyone has seen her so vile as when she's with me.

However, the minute I look through the tiny glass, my eyes widen at the sight of Reagan, half naked in only underwear and pulling her shirt down in front of a mirror; her breasts already covered by the time I look.

Her skin looking soft and silky from a distance. Her lips are a natural deep pink, thighs thick, a bit of tummy sticking out, her bum side perfectly round, breasts firm, average and perky-looking from the way her arms are raised as she pulled her dark hair back into a ponytail.

Ray was attractive, in all honesty. When I first met her I thought she was pretty. By the time we reached high school, murdered would be an understatement, yet she practically slaughtered puberty from the way guys always gawked at her.

Not that I noticed or anything. I just know.

Her skin was naturally tanned; Reagan was from some part of South America, making her all the much more sexy and made it one of the top reasons for guys to ogle her.

Before I could get caught, I tear my eyes away from her body. I'd never seen her so mildly exposed. And I'd be extremely embarrassed to admit that my ex-best friend just gave me a hard-on.

I take another peek and notice her pulling shorts up her legs, the hem ending beneath her rear. Oh, as if that's gonna help my aching girth.

As she fixes her hair a bit in her reflection, I take it as my cue to finally enter the room, knocking a couple times and watch as she whips around to see me outside the door.

She rolls her eyes and eyes me obscurely before swinging the door open in front of me.

"What happened to just barging in?" She questions with pursed lips.

Oh, I would've. But then that would've resulted into me begging to fuck you.

I shake the morbid thoughts away. What the hell? This is Reagan I'm thinking about. Ugh.

So I shrug, "That would've been pretty rude, don't you think?"

Reagan scoffs, her full lips forming into a sly smirk, "Oh? And since when do you care whether or not you're rude to me?" Her arms are crossed over her chest, weight shifted onto one of her legs as she raises an eyebrow at me.

"Listen," I lean on one side of the doorframe, "I've cooled down. I expected you would have too by now. But if you wanna keep fighting, say the word and I'll leave."

Ray purses her lips, scowling at me before huffing and turning on her heel.

Just as I shut the door behind me, clearly winning this battle, I turn back to find her climbing into her bed on the bottom bunk and checking her phone.

For a moment, I'm slowly beginning to wish she had taken the top bunk. Only so she can climb up every night and give me a full view of her perfectly shaped arse.

"Harry?" Reagan calls, snapping me out of my mini daze. I guess she was talking and I was paying too much attention to something else to notice.

"Huh? What?" I say, shaking my head to rid of such thoughts and turning away, pretending to busy myself as I crouch down my luggage and shuffle through my clothes in order to hide my damn boner.

"I said, do you know what we're doing tomorrow?"

"How should I know?" I ask flatly, trying to rid myself of the dirty thoughts going on in my head.

"Well, you were out there," She interjects and I raise a brow, though she can't see with my back turned to her, "Never mind. I'm just trying to make conversation."

"And you thought talking about the trip activities was a good starter up?" I ask, turning to her with an amused grin.

She rolls her eyes, biting back her smile as she responds, "Anything is worth talking about that would keep us from fighting."

"Ha, that's highly unlikely," I reply dryly as I stand, finally fully turning to her with a shirt held between both hands in front of me, purposely hiding the front of my jeans.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because, in all honesty, Ray," I say, leaning back onto the logged walls, "I could find a sock between my nuts and we'd fight about it."

Reagan makes a disgusted face and shudders at my words, "Ew! God, Harry. What the fuck? You're so fucking-"

"See! Right there!" I shout, making her jump as I point an accusing finger at her, one hand still covering my front, "That's all I said and just then, you were gonna insult me, then I was gonna defend myself and right there we would've easily broken out into a fight. Tell me I'm wrong."

I smirk at her as I wait for her to respond. Instead, Reagan huffs, biting her lip to keep from making a remark and scowled.

I laugh before adding, "That's what I thought."

+

vote & comment! love you alllll :)

- ky