scoring you

Chapter 47

Aiden

"Caleb, the whole bloody thing is gonna collapse on us!"

"No it won't," he groans, trying to find the correct placement for some random plastic stick that looks floppy as fuck. "I'm a professional at this thing."

"This thing that you've done once in the past decade?"

"Yep."

Tess groans, "your inviting the fucking snake in at this point!"

"You really need to get over this snake thing," Alyssa chuckles beside me.

We're sitting on a camping chair that Matthew somehow manged to fit into his car while everyone else attempts to build Caleb's deflating tent.

The bushland that Matthew's stranded us in is covered with large trees looming over us. The temperature is so cold, I wouldn't be surprised if we freeze to death tonight as we're all cramped into the same tiny tent. 

"I don't like snakes!" She shudders, "disgusting things."

A crashing sound comes from Caleb's direction.

Ah shit.

"Um- guys??" He calls out, waving us over.

"What now?" I ask.

He points to the broken plastic stick that holds the back of the tent up. "I think I broke it."

"You think?" Tess asks. "You snapped an important part of the tent Caleb! What happened to being a professional?"

He scratches his head. "Yeah, I might of been lying about that."

"Ugh! I really hate you right now Caleb Maxwell Miller!"

"When did I tell you my middle name?"

"Your Mother told me."

"When did you talk to my Mother?"

"The other day," she replies reasonably.

"Why?"

A gasp comes from Matthews direction. He shakes his head in sadness, kneeling down to a mess on the ground.

"What the fuck is that?" I ask when I see the massive brown pile of squashed- something.

"Looks like shit." Alyssa says, "Caleb did your dog take a shit in our fucking tent?"

"Sandy," he corrects. 

"Stupid dog owners." Alyssa mumbles under my arm.

"I agree." I whisper back.

"Come on Sandy," Caleb rubs his dogs head. "lets leave these assholes."

"Get your dog to shit in a litter box!" Tess yells through cupped hands.

"He isn't a cat!" he calls back while walking away with Sandy athis heels.

Matthew still sits in front of the brown mess. "My cake," he whines.

"What?"

"The tent squashed my fucking cake!" He complains.

"We didn't get you a cake, mate." I tell him.

"Yeah, I know- I got myself a cake."

Alyssa snorts, "you brought your own birthday cake?"

"Yeah," he nods. "It said happy birthday and everything."

"Well Caleb murdered your precious cake buddy." I tell him, "sorry."

"I'm going to kill his dog," he sneers in vengeance.