the cabin 》h.s

seven

chapter 7

[ H A R R Y ]

"So, what happened?"

"With what?" I ask Jake, who's fiddling with the laces of his shoes.

"What do you mean with what? I mean, with Reagan," He scoffs, shaking his head as he moves on to his other foot.

I roll my eyes, shrugging as I look elsewhere. Reagan was the last person I wanted to talk about right now.

"Who cares? Why even bring her up?" I spat, crossing my arms and frowning. Every time I thought about her or even mentioned her, whether by me or someone else, I got mad.

She was so frustrating, pretty stuck up, annoying, and a whole bunch of other things I can't think to call her for some reason.

Jake hisses at my words, "That bad, huh?"

"It's... It's fine, I dunno. She's irritating and always picking a fight," I grunt, "I thought we'd at least try to get along for the sake of the trip. But it's only the first day and we've already been in at least five fights by now."

"Five? Jesus, about what?" Jake asks, seeming more intrigued to know now.

"Stupid things," I tell him honestly, "I can't even remember, nor do I want to. But I promise you, man. The fights were so stupid-"

"Then why even fight in the first place? If it's stupid, just end it before it even starts," Jake shrugs and I wanna strangle him. It's easier said than done.

"I can't! Not with her, at least," I huff, running my fingers through my hair, "She just keeps going and going. She runs her mouth to no end, I'd rather drown in acid than hear her complain and shit."

Jake just laughs, shaking his head, "Man, I don't know what to tell you. That sucks, though. At least the day is almost over."

"Yeah, but the week hasn't even started and look at us now." I groan to myself in agony.

This week would be an easy A, a landslide, if I didn't have Reagan as my partner. Don't get me wrong, having Ray as a bunk buddy was an okay at first.

But after having nearly five fights with her within the first couple hours of being here, I feel like we're gonna get kicked off the trip within the second night, if we even make it past the first.

"I'd switch with you if I could," Jake shrugs but I wave him off with that suggestion.

"As much as I'd love that, you and I both know Adams wouldn't let it happen," I sigh exhaustedly, "Ray already tried talking him into switching us before we even got here, but he refused. He claimed it was better off us two than any other boy/girl partners."

"How come?" Jake asks with furrowed brows.

"Because we hate each other so he knows nothing would happen between us," I shrug carelessly.

"Well, he's not wrong," Jake agrees and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I guess. Well," I yawn as I stand up, "I've cooled down so... I'm gonna head back to my bunk, hopefully the wicked witch hasn't cooked up another thing to argue about. See you tomorrow, yeah?"

Jake nods, and I walk back to the cabin. My hands stuffed into my pockets and I'm already mentally groaning and preparing myself for whatever antics Reagan had prepared to fight about now.

As I make it to the door, I can't help but peer through the small window in the centre right in front of me, wondering what she could possibly be doing when I'm not around.