Mia's P.O.V
"Why are you here?" Ames growled.
"What does it look like genius, I'm getting on the bus."
"Why the fuck are you even coming?" he said on anger.
"Why the fuck do you have to know?" I spat back. Seriously?
"Are you fucking stalking me now?"
He didn't know I was coming to this stupid camp until I showed up for the bus. There was only one bus so I couldn't avoid him.
I pushed past him and walked up the bus. He called out to me in a low angry loud whisper. I ignored him and found a seat. Ames walked in, glaring at me all the way to the back. And gave me a message that he was going to talk to me later.
There are probably six or eight of us girls and the rest were boys. I did not know anyone on this bus except for Ames.
The ride was probably for an hour or more. I didn't care enough about this camp to actually find out where we were going.
I was siting quietly and paying attention to the window when someone wanted to jump me out of no where. My first instinct was to scream and start punching.
"AH, ITS ME ITS ME."
I stopped punching and noticed that it was Mathew.
"Its me" he repeated.
"Why in hell would you do that?" I said flowed by a slap to his head.
"AAH, man stop slapping my head"
"Thats because you keep on doing stupid stuff." I sat back in my seat until something popped in my head. "Wait, you're coming too?"
"Surprise!" he sang and my face just dropped.
Just another to add to the mix. Why?!
"Seriously?"
"I am the fastest receiver on our football team and probably the fastest male in the whole school." He said admiring himself.
"Whatever, I don't care."
"Look at what we have here. A Stowaway." We both turned to look at Megan who I didn't know would even qualify to be here.
"Hi Megan." Mathew said smiling very friendly towards her but I could tell his smile was strained.
"Hey Matty." She smiled at him and glared at me. "I'll chat with you later. I'm having a headache just by standing near her." she walked on to the back of the bus.

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