OBLITERATE- The Ring of fire

7. Kyle gets a lot of attention

I hadn't had a rough night. But I woke up with a terrible headache. After dressing up, I carefully walked outside, leaving Misty curled up in the bed, snoring lightly.

Outside, the cabins were shut. There was no chitter- chatter. I shrugged and walked towards the entrance. I typed the password Celestine gave me; really smart one. I'll give you that.

Outside, the sun was making its way up. It was cloudy, so it blurred the clear view of the boys' cabin in the opposite. I wrapped my jacket tighter and breathed. I walked out across the path.

No one was up yet. I imagined Mr. Herman sleeping with tomato pajamas, and mumbling Hamlet from his sleep.

I walked more away, all the way to the archery pavilion. The pavilion was 2 inches tall from the ground. And it wasn't massive. It was longer and was smaller in breath. There were target spots on different levels, fixed in black poles. Beside the pavilion, there were two baskets of arrows and bows. I walked closer to them. There were a lot. The arrows came in multiple sizes, and different styles.

"Early bird, huh?" I heard a voice behind me and my nerves did a kind of tap dance.

Turning back, I saw Kyle. He was wearing a white t-shirt. His shoes were gold too. His tousled hair seemed gold too. And he was glimmering in the mild sunlight.

"I said nine sharp," he said with a smile. "Not seven sharp."

"Oh, thought everyone was asleep," I said, trying to be polite, because I was pretty unlike myself with him lately.

He raised his eyebrows, his lips curved, taking an expression that was hard to read. He strode closer, and leaned to the basket of arrows and bows. He plucked a long arrow, and ran his turquoise eyes along its metal.

"Do they allow archery at schools?" I asked.

He looked up and sighed. "Stop pretending, Destiny. You don't play it safe, do you?"

That was true, I realized. Once I had wanted to light a building on fire for my birthday. Then I wanted to escape it, like a hero. Lame is the thought.

"- have to be crazy." He was saying.

I half-opened my mouth, not knowing what to say.

Kyle's lips parted, but his eyes were smiling. "You weren't listening,"

I pressed my lips together. "I hate it when you know exactly what I am thinking about."

"I figured," he turned back and began to walk along the path.

I followed. "But how exactly did you know that?"

"Know what?"

"Know that I don't play it safe?"

At that he turned to face me. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped. "Well," he said at last. "Some things I can't explain,"

I glared. "Are you always like this?"

"Like what?"

"So flirty?"

He laughed. "No,"

"Then what's with you, Kyle? It's creepy. Don't speak like that."

He lifted his hands up, smiling at the ground. "I won't. But if you want me to be honest, I like annoying you."

I crinkled my nose. "Am I the only one you like to annoy?"

"If I feel like it, I can annoy anyone," surprisingly, his smirk left his face. "But nobody's been on that height earlier," He looked distant, stared at the far cabins, squinting in the sunlight.