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chapter 2

The whole bus ride was a drag. I couldn't focus or even think about anything other than knowing Harry would be my partner for this trip; the trip that I thought I'd have fun in.

I kept grunting and groaning each time I tried getting my mind off it. I simply couldn't. I would think about something then it would lead back to Harry being my partner.

I rubbed my temples in frustration, breathing deeply to calm myself down.

"Would you relax? Jesus, your stress is giving me anxiety," Mikaela retorts, rolling her eyes and looking back out the window as we continued the two and a half hour journey.

"I'm sorry, but in case you hadn't noticed, I'm paired up with the one person I absolutely despise!" I remark, crossing my arms over my chest and throwing myself back onto my chair.

I look behind me, spotting Harry casually looking down at his feet with his arms crossed, as well.

I scowl at him from afar. The way he smirked at me when he was informed that we were partners; it let me know that he was going to take full advantage of that.

I mentally hoped he wouldn't try anything with me, but at the same time, I was praying he'd dare pull a scheme. Just to give me an excuse to put him in his place.

The bus came to a stop after another hour of speed bumps and sharp turns. We finally arrived to a small area in the woods with log cabins, canoes, and a lake so large and beautiful, trees surrounded it making the view even more magnificent.

"Oh my god, this is gorgeous," I whisper to myself as I step off the bus with my things. I smile to myself as I take in the amazing view. I inhaled the fresh breeze of the trees, taking in the warm air, my arms shivered with goosebumps. It smelled like solid pine out here. I could definitely get used to this.

To think that I almost considered passing up the trip at one point. I would have missed out on something as great as this. I could live here if I could.

Just thinking about waking up to this for the following week, made me shudder in excitement. I was surely going to appreciate and love every moment being here.

"Wow," Someone whistles behind me.

I turn, my smile quickly fading when I find Harry behind me. His hands at his hips as he looked at his surroundings.

"Not bad of a view," He says, squinting and shielding his eyes with his hands from the sun.

"Yeah, I know," I mutter, trudging past him and walking towards Mr. Adams who was standing near the main office of the campgrounds.

When I walk up to him, I ask for the cabin room. He yawns every second or so as he gives me all the information I need before I take off with my belongings and make it to the cabin I'm supposed to share with Harry.

Just as I make it inside, I nearly jump out of my skin when a set of hands grip my shoulders.

"Hey! Wha-"

"Now, before you get all comfortable, I suggest we settle our sleeping areas," Harry says with arms crossed, "I call the top bunk, since you know, I'm practically king of the jungle," He says, smiling to himself.

I mock his actions and raise a brow before I speak, "First of all, this is a forest. Second of all, top bunk or bottom bunk, I don't think it matters. We're only here for a week," I snap as I brush past him, throwing my duffle bag onto my bed.

"Well I just thought I should let you know," He spat.

"Well you didn't have to, it's just a bunk bed," I roll my eyes, "Don't see why it fucking matters which one is yours or mine."

"How about you tone down the fucking attitude I'm sensing?" He calls over my shoulder.

"How about you fuck off?"

I hear him scoff behind me before he speaks again.

"Fuck, it's only day one, not even five minutes, and you're already being a pain in the ass," Harry growls.

I internally scream. I knew having Harry as a partner was going to be hell. I can already tell we're gonna be down each other's throat the entire time.

This isn't going to go down well, I'm sure of it. Especially since we're already fighting and we just got here not too long ago. I don't understand how Mr. Adams chose us to be partners when he knew how much we disliked each other.

Well, I deeply disliked Harry because he was a cruel, selfish asshole. His dislike for me is unknown but I couldn't honestly care less.

All I can do is prepare for the worst.

One of us are likely to survive this trip with the other being dead.

"What did you expect? Having me dick ride you the whole time we're here?" I reply equally as harsh.

"I wouldn't want that even if you offered," Harry shot back, "Why are you being so bitchy, anyway? Just because I'm your partner, doesn't mean you have to be such a stuck-up bitch about it. Don't give me another reason to dislike you."

"Listen," I turn on my heel and getting up in Harry's face, "I'm not as thrilled with being your partner as you are with being mine, but don't try me and don't you dare ruin this trip for me. I'm not in the mood for your shit, Harry."

I glare at him, his eyes giving me that same angry look as I turn away and back to unpacking my main essentials.

"Fucking christ. Fine. But all I'm saying is, was it really necessary to get all bitchy like that? We only just got here, Ray," He huffs, throwing his bag onto the top bunk.

"Don't call me that," I say harshly.

It was silent before he spoke up again.

"Why not?" Harry asks, his voice much softer than before, "I used to call you that all the time."

"Well, don't. It's Reagan to you," I tell him.

Harry doesn't say anything. Instead he shuffles around the room for a bit before he turns and leaves the cabin, slamming the door behind him.

I didn't like the feeling I got when he called me Ray.

Especially him.

It was a name he had given to me when we were friends and it stuck onto me; everyone calling me Ray soon after as a nickname.

Only when Harry gave it to me, it meant so much more. A story behind it. Something no one knew about. Not even Mikaela.

We were five years old when we met. Harry had just moved in right next door and we were inseparable up until we stopped being friends.

And one day, when we were sitting in a park with our parents over at the benches, he told me how Reagan was such a mouthful and he'd prefer calling me Ray; then telling me a reason why he chose that nickname in particular.

I had to practically beg him to tell me the reason he chose to call me Ray, his answer making me smile widely and said he'd only use it when we were alone.

He secretly called me Ray of sunshine, and I secretly loved it.

I sigh as I look up at the window of the cabin, watching Harry as he walked away to god knows where.

I watched as he hung his head low, hands shoved into his pockets, taking large but slow steps.

I rested my arms on his bed, my head laying on the back of my hands as I watched him. Biting down on the inside of my cheek with knitted eyebrows.

Given the circumstances and how much we despised each other, this week was going to be hell with Harry.

I can already tell.

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I think I'm falling in love with this story & I only just started it. what do you guys think?

s/n: her name is pronounced kinda like, "ray•gun." hence why he called her ray.

please vote & comment! love you guys! :)

- kylie

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