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"the middle finger, my favorite finger"
"oh fuck's sake." i groan as i watch nick goode jog into view. nick's eyes scan over ziggy concerned as i scoff. "shit, will it's your brother." one of the girls whisper as devin slips the lighter in his pocket. the burning on my arm doesn't fade as i shift uncomfortably.
"the hell is this? let them down!" nick yells as he runs forward. "nick, i can explain." will stutters as he thinks of an excuse in his sandpapered brain. i tug on the rope once more and give nick a 'you gonna help us or not?' look.
"let them down, will, i swear to god, i will tell mom." nick threatens as i roll my eyes. jogging behind him is another camp counselor, kurt. will releases the rope and ziggy and i fall to the ground. i grunt as my body makes contact with the hard ground and i sigh in relief as i untie the rope from my wrists and massage the skin that burned.
"shit, are you okay?" i ask as i look over at ziggy who's getting up. i stand up as she nods, "yeah, i'll be fine." she responds as she looks at our burns. the counselors order us to line up so they can get the full story. i check my nails as kurt lectures us on being better.
"sarah." i hear as my head snaps up towards kurt's voice. "are you listening?" he says with his teeth clenched. "yeah." i respond as i drop my hand, causing my arm to slap at my side. the fabric of my tank top rubs against my burn making me wince.
"what the hell happened?" nick interrupts my staring contest with kurt. sheila sighs, "i went back to my cabin, the door was open, and the next thing i know my door was open and ziggy was just sprinting away."
"because you were chasing me." ziggy cuts in. "ziggy! you talk when i tell you to talk!" kurt yells. i roll my eyes and he looks at me, "what about you?" he asks.
"devin tried having sex with me." i state bluntly. devin's eyes widen and he immediately starts excusing himself. bastard. kurt clears his throat, "did you devin?" he asks calmly. "he's obviously gonna say no." i state as kurt holds a finger up. "fuck you too." i mutter quietly.
"what'd you just say?" he asks as if he deserves a form of respect. his upper lip curled up in a snarl, even though he definitely heard me. "oh nothing i just said fuck you too. need a hearing aid from all that sex grandpa?" i tease as he narrows his eyes at me. "listen here you bitch-" he starts as he lifts his finger before he's interrupted by nick.
"kurt! knock it off. did you see ziggy take it?" he asks the group. of course no one cares that devin tried touching me. disgusting rat. "everyone did." will says. "everyone did." the rest of the group nods back. pathetic. "alright, well that's it berman. you too williams. five strikes. you're out. you guys are rubbing off on each other." he says.
"we're out? they just tried to fucking murder us!" ziggy yells as i raise my hands in the air. "yeah, and i'll deal with them. but first, get back to camp, call mommy and daddy because you're done at nightwing." he says making all these hand gestures.
