Love, Camping

Chapter 8 | Am I flirting?

Jessica Timbers P.O.V.

Later that evening.

As good as the rest of my day with Derrick was my evening was equally bad.

Everyday some of us were given duties to make dinner for everyone. It was just dinner since most of us bought our lunch in the morning. I knew it will be soon when I will have to cook but I didn't expect that it would be this soon.

So here I was stirring the sauce for dinner in a pot ten times larger than me. My arms were almost numb from mixing so much. There were few more students cooking, cutting vegetables and burning the woods for fire. While a few teachers helped us, some were just yelling and giving orders.

"Move your hands faster Miss. Timbers!" Mrs. Collins yelled. Without looking at her face I could tell she was scowling at me.

Sighing, I used both of my hands to mix everything well.

I haven't talked to Alex since morning. Right after we finished setting up the tents, I was dragged here. Neither he nor I got the chance to see each other. I was still pissed at him but I was missing him terribly.

Every time someone would call my name I felt like it was him coming to apologize. I knew I wouldn't forgive him so easily but I wanted that we could talk about this.

I was also wondering whether what I did was wrong. Did I overreacted? I shouldn't have left him without telling him. He must be looking for me. But I still haven't heard from him and it made me sad and angry at the same time.

"Nice dance you are doing there." I heard a voice I knew very well.

Derrick.

My head shot up to the direction of his voice and I saw him smirking at me. His eyes filled with amusement .

I noticed that he has changed into a dark green t-shirt with black jeans. His hairs were pulled back with a few strands falling on his forehead. He was standing in front of me with his hands stuffed into his jean pockets and his lips slightly pink.

The dark shirt enhanced his dark features even more and he looked good.

"I am not dancing. I am trying to mix this!" I groaned.

"May I help?" He asked.

I gasped, surprised and then pushed the long spoon in the pot towards him, almost too eagerly.

"You are my saviour!" I cried.

"I have heard that a lot." He chuckled and rolled the sleeves of his t-shirt, offering me a delicious view of his toned muscles.

My jaw almost hit the ground as I gaped at him like a fish. He caught me staring and an egoistic smirk pulled on his face. I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks burn.

Thankfully, he didn't say anything and took the spoon from me.

While some of us were making dinner, some where asked to help others with the tents and searching for woods and I remember Derrick being a part of it.

"Shouldn't you be helping others with the tents?" I asked.

"And here I thought you liked my company." He almost pouts.

"I do but I don't want Mr. Abdel to think that I forced you into doing extra work."

He smirked at my reply.

"You can't force me into anything little one. I am here on my own and it looked like you needed help."

"Oh okay thanks." I smiled softly.