Summer Camp

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chapter two

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''we try to run, but the consequences of our actions always catch up to us"

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Truth is I had nothing against cheerleaders.

Stereotypes were complete bull.

I mean, my best friend Cari was a freaking cheerleader and she was one of the best people I knew.

But when it came to the girls at this school, they were all stereotypical bitches. I mean, most of them weren't cheerleaders, but they surely acted like they were the queens of this planet. If I was ever like that, I'd die. I would beg to be slapped and given my senses back.

"A game. Let's play a game."

The cheerleader - she was actually the only one I had seen who hadn't insulted me openly today - clapped her hands enthusiastically and looked at each of us, her lips twitching. Her eyes sparkled in the dim candle light and she looked kind of insane. Or to be more accurate she looked like a crazy barbie doll who was about to chop us up into pieces with her axe. I'm kind of glad, she didn't talk to me, even if it was just to insult me.

"You need a partner. Pick or be chosen." Why does this sound like a horror movie? Oh no, I'm gonna die now. I'm too young to die. I still have to eat more ice cream, I will miss you pizza, please take care of chocolate.

The teens around me moved and found partners, shuffling and murmuring to each other, while loud muffled dance music echoed through the basement as I looked around to see if there was anyone who was willing to pair up with me.

It looked pretty hopeless -which was no surprise, since my social status wasn't very desired- and truth was I didn't even have the intention of really staying here anyways, so this was the perfect excuse to leave.

Why the hell I had been invited to this party was a mystery to me. But, I had the feeling - because let's be honest, I was not that dumb and I did not believe this was a coincidence- that Parker had something to do with it and it wasn't anything near good.

I still couldn't shake off the looks I had recieved earlier at school. The pure hatred I had seen from people I had never met nor done anything to was really depressing.

If people would have told me this is how it would be to be Parker Smith's enemy, I would have not believed them.

I mean, there were times, where he could be absolutely pissed at people, but I had rarely been on the receiving end of it. It's ironic. I remember when I was the one shooting the hateful looks. Not me being the one they were shot at. Why, from all the people of my past God, why did it have to be him? I mean, we did not really end on great terms. And he has more reasons than anyone to hate me, not that I blame him. But, it's not like I meant for it to happen, I just-

"Alrighty. So how about we start?"

How the hell her smile got creepier was beyond me, but this was a clear sign to leave. Well, that and the snickers that came from Parker's friends every time they even looked anywere near my direction.

So when I stood in the what seemed to be the living room of the huge house, I looked around, a feeling of uneasiness building in my stomach. It was weird. There were times in which I was so confident and outgoing, but then there were situations like these in which I felt so out of place and shy. This wasn't my scene. Not anymore, at least.

This sucked.

I should just go home. Fuck society. It's all just a bunch of losers, who think they're better. Why the hell do people care about what 'populars' think anways? They're just people who are labled that way, because of a definition that says 'beautiful' or 'cool'. Oh right, people - including me sadly - liked to fit in, to be a 'popular'. Ugh, human nature sucked even more. Like, why-