Harper Williams has never been one to follow the rules, so it's no surprise she lands herself in a court-ordered delinquent bootcamp for two years trapped under Lieutenant Assholes ruling.
He's unapproachable, unattainable and fucking hot. Rumour h...
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The most horrifying sound rang through my ear drums, burning me from the inside. I tucked my head under the itchy material of my blanket and grumbled into my sheets.
"You'll miss your shower time if you don't get up." Nicole muttered. I lifted one arm out of my blanket and waved her off.
"I will shower later, when the water is warm and the blow dryer works." She laughed.
"You're gonna get caught." She said as her parting gift. But I wasn't going to get caught, I'm careful and why would the staff shower at night when they have the luxury of hot water all throughout the day as well. I closed my eyes, enjoying the extra hour in bed.
At five in the morning I could hear the sirens playing again, reluctantly I pulled myself out of bed and dressed in my camouflage pants, green T-shirt and combat boots. Then I made my way to the field, still fixing my belt as I walked.
Everyone was already performing a marching drill. I spent a few seconds fiddling with my belt before I looked up at the soldiers.
"Halt" Axel shouted, causing everyone to stop in a pin straight line. He turned to me and I remembered my manners, instantly standing up straight, looking ahead with my four fingers pressed on my forehead in a salute. Damn, I'm good today.
"You're late Williams." Axel said deeply, voice full of authority and loud enough for all seven continents to hear.
It didn't skip past me that he was back to addressing me by my surname instead of my first name like last night.
"Sir, yes sir?" I replied but it came out more like a question than an answer.
"Drop and give me twenty." I burst out laughing and behind his back eyes turned towards me in shock.
"Wait you're not joking?" He bent forward, inches away from my face. Nose to nose. Eye to eye. Lips to - I wish.
"Does it look like I'm joking Williams? Drop and give me twenty right here, right now." He practically screamed in my face, it was terrifying. So I dropped to my knees.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
I pushed my body up and down pathetically, I had zero arm strength and I could barely do a push up. His eyes watched me struggle, my face getting redder and redder, my arms trembled and I struggled to breathe.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
I could feel the heavy weight of my body collapsing, I was so unfit. The push-ups I did started to turn into belly flops. Each push up would result in a fall to the ground. But as embarrassing as it was he made me continue, watching each and every attempt I made.
Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.
My hands hurt from the pressure of the grass underneath, my wrists hurt from the strength of holding my body. I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth, focusing on getting through the last hurdle.
