Yours Musically

35. Not Today, Satan

Chapter Thirty Five - Not Today, Satan

"This isn't so bad," I said once I'd taken a thirty minute nap after setting up our tent. Meera, Cheryl and I had decided to share one tent. The tents were small and only meant for at most two people, but we'd decided we'd rather snuggle up together than be separated.

I was now seated out in the open, under the starry sky. The air was cool but also brought in waves of warmth from the bonfire that was a few feet away. It did feel good.

"I knew you'd come around." Meera leaned back on her elbows and crossed her ankles. "You were cranky earlier only because you'd missed your afternoon nap."

"I'm not gonna disagree."

She chuckled, then flinched because she'd turned her foot.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded. "It still hurts sometimes when I move it too quickly."

"When does the doctor think it will recover fully?"

"A couple of months probably."

"I'm surprised your parents let you come for camping."

"They'd already made me miss my first junior year party. When I mentioned that I wouldn't have twisted my ankle so badly if I wasn't trying to sneak out that day, they agreed to let me go. I hope they felt guilty."

I chuckled. "I know they did."

"Good." She grinned and sipped on her soda. "Hey, do you mind getting me another? I'm saving my energy for exploring later."

"Sure. But what exploring? Do you really think the teachers will let us go exploring the forest at night?"

"Of course not. Which is why we'll wait for them to go to sleep," she explained. When I raised a brow to show my disapproval and... fear—woods were scary at night, okay? —she rolled her eyes. "As will the rest of the students. Do you really think everyone's just going to sleep at 9 p.m. and pass up on this golden opportunity?"

"Golden opportunity to get murdered in the woods at night? Do people not watch movies at all?" I asked, horrified.

"Or you watch too many. I'm definitely going, Becks. I don't care if anyone else goes or not."

"You know I'm not gonna leave you alone to limp across the forest."

Her eyes narrowed playfully, and soon enough, her lips pulled back to make way for a toothy grin. "I know."

"I have a feeling my best friend is getting me killed tonight." With a sigh, I got up and made my way to the dining hall. It was crowded, but it wasn't half as crowded as the lakeside.

I opened the refrigerator to get Meera's soda, but they had run out. Blowing out a breath, I started to look for a teacher in the room until my eyes caught sight of the fully stocked vending machine.

I didn't understand whose bright idea it was to keep it stocked when it wasn't even working. I eyed the crackers and strawberry milk sadly, and Meera's soda next to them.

"If you want something, have a go at it."

I flipped around to find Chris pointing at the machine. "I kicked the hell out of it five minutes ago and got my soda." He lifted his can. "I can surely lend a few more kicks."

My eyes lit up. "Thanks, but I've got this. Pretty used to it with the school vending machine."

"Right. That piece of junk," he scoffed. "Good luck with this one."

I gave him a thumbs up, and once he walked away, I rubbed my palms together before turning to the machine. Eyeing it carefully, I inserted some coins in the slot and punched in the numbers to get my items.