4 MORANT, ziggy berman

three

     Red and orange hues lit up the night sky, as the fire began to burn brighter and brighter. The flag that once read "CAMP NIGHTWING" was now destroyed, gone. Ana and Ziggy stood close, directly in front of it actually, watching as the flag disintegrated. The bits that hadn't immediately dissolved, fell to the ground. Leaving marks on the green grass that it covered.

     The heat from the flames was spreading around; leaving anyone that was too close to it, feeling like it was summertime in California. People began to crowd around. Some watching in shock, others in awe.

     "You two, lets go. Now!" A familiar voice boomed from behind the crowd. The two girls shared a glance and smile, prepared for their punishment. Whatever it would be. They followed close behind the counselor, the sound of crackling fire becoming more and more faint. The heat from the fire, no longer bringing them warmth on the cold summer night. "Now," He spoke up after they were far from the fire "What's your reasoning?" Will's voice was stern and his eye were cold.

     Ziggy shrugged, "We were bored." Ana nodded in agreement with the girl. Will's face grew red as anger rose inside of him. 

    "Anastazia, you're a Sunnyvaler, you can do better than this." The girl rolled her eyes, not wanting to be grouped or stereotyped. "Look, I'll let you off the hook this time, but don't let it happen again." He paused, "Ziggy, step out for a minute." She nodded sarcastically before walking out. "I thought you knew better, Ana." He stepped closer, "You shouldn't do stuff like that, you're far too pretty to get in trouble for messing with a Shadysider." His hands made their way to her waist.

     "Look, we're not fucking again, Will." Ana retorted. Will simply smirked at her before stepping closer, the gap in between them, not even of 2 inches. His lips made their way to her neck, leaving soft and gentle kisses on the skin. Her eyes fluttered shut, while he interlaced their fingers. "W-will, stop. Not right now."

     The boy complied. Placing a hand on her lower back, he leaned in, placing a kiss upon her lips. "Bye, princess." Ana simply turned and walked out. She didn't want a redo of the previous summer. Go to his house, his room; make out, fuck; get her clothes back on; leave his room, his house. It was a set schedule.

    When her foot hit the ground, Ziggy turned to face her. "Bitch, were you about to get laid?" She whispered, implying that she'd been watching through the window. Ana shook her head, chuckling slightly. Boy was this girl something.