Cabin 13 ~Book 1~

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*Jesse's POV*
"So either you tell me everything right now or you can just stay out of my life." She told me, her words short and clipped as if she was trying to keep the anger in control- which she probably was.

I watched her turn away from me when I hadn't responded. No. I thought, not even thinking things through as I'd stepped forward and reached out for her hand. It felt warm in mine while I turned her back around to face me, sending shivers through me. I looked into those stormy grey eyes and saw the surprise in them. My arms slid around her and rested on her back, holding her close to me as I lost myself in those beautiful eyes, in that beautiful face. My own eyes fell to her lips and while she was still in shock, I leaned down and kissed her.

At first she didn't respond at all. She just stood there- either repulsed or shocked, I wasn't sure- with her hands on my chest, probably feeling my racing heart. Just as I was about to pull away from her, I felt her hands grab my shirt and pull me closer. She stepped backwards, hitting the wall. My arms rested on that wall, locking her in place. I still expected her to slap me or start freaking out in some way but she didn't.
Out of breath, I pulled away finally. She was breathing as hard as I was and all we could do was stare into each other's eyes. Silence fell upon us as we both waited for the other to say something first, but no words came to us.
At least, until she broke that silence with a typical sarcastic comment.
"It's about time." She said, the sarcasm back now.
I felt my heart pick up its pace at that just a little bit, but I didn't show it. instead, I just smirked at her. "Last time I tried to do that, you freaked out on me and started screaming." I reminded her.

"I didn't scream. I expressed my thoughts passionately." She corrected. Then she glanced down at my hands, which were still on the wall and holding her in place. "Can I get out?"
I thought about this and then shook my head. "Nope. I kind of like this position."
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" she suddenly pushed me back so that I fell into the chair behind us. I expected her to sit down as well or something but instead she just turned around and was starting to walk back towards the door again.
"Where are you going?" I asked.

She paused. "Where do you think? You still haven't told me everything. I'm going to my cabin to get some sleep before the sun rises." She said, looking back at me. I saw that same guarded wall in her eyes again.
"But... We..." I stuttered, which never happens. Jesse Peirce does not stutter, nor was he ever rendered speechless.
She scoffed and suddenly she was back in front of me, leaning forward. "You thought one kiss was going to change things between us? What, are we in some stupid cheesy love story written by a Hollywood screenwriter? I'm not the dumb TV airheaded girl who forgives someone just because they kissed me."
Before she could start leaving again, I grabbed her hands that were resting on the arms of the chair. "You said 'It's about time.' What did you mean by that then, if you didn't forgive me?"
"Just cause I wanted you to kiss me, doesn't mean I forgive you." She ran a hand through her hair. "Jesse, you've got a lot to learn about someone like me. And when you're ready to give me the answers I want, then maybe you'll get the chance to be taught. Until then, my earlier statement stands true. Stay out of my life."

And with that, Sydney Greene walked out of the cabin.

*Sydney's POV*
I let the door slam as I stepped back out into the cold cool air. It felt like almost everything had changed here, and that I'd been in there for years instead of half an hour. In fact, I felt like I'd changed.
I tried to find Tara again, but she was nowhere in sight as I made my way back to the cabin. So I was left alone with my thoughts. Jesse didn't try to catch up with me, though part of me- a very small part- wanted to go back there.
No, not like those stupid romance movies. I wanted my answers. But I knew that just demanding them wouldn't work. I had to wait on him.

My mind drifted to the kiss. The way his arms felt around me, resting on my back. The way his lips felt against mine, and how we seemed to fit perfectly together like two pieces of a puzzle.

Okay, NOW I'm starting to sound like those girls in the movies. I thought, shaking my head as I climbed the stairs of my cabin slowly. Trying to be as quiet as I possibly could, I opened the door slowly, cringing at the slight creak it gave halfway through. When it was finally shut and I was inside, I sighed in relief as I turned around.
Then nearly screamed in fear at the face that was right behind me.
My heart racing, I immediately recognized the facial features of Alyssa. Not that that fact really calmed me down or anything. In fact, it only made my fear increase a little bit.
Should I run? I thought, glancing at the sleeping girls.

"Where were you?" she asked in a quiet, calm voice. I've learned that that's when the person is most dangerous, based on experience with Bill and the many nights I had come home late.
"Why, I think you're more intelligent than that Alyssa. I was out."
"Don't get smart with me. Where. Were. You?"
"I went for a walk." I lied, pushing past her.

"I don't believe you."
Good job Alyssa. Maybe you should be the new Sherlock Holmes. I thought, biting my tongue to stop from saying it aloud.
"Well, then I don't know what to tell you. I couldn't sleep, so I walked around to get some air."
"That's against the rules."
"Oh, I'm sorry. You're right, I should have thought of that." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight camp counselor!" I said, giving her a fake, cheerful smile, and climbing into my bed.

I heard her walk to her own bed and lay down. But I knew she wasn't asleep. Because for the rest of the night, I could feel eyes burning holes into my back. She knew where I'd really been, and I was going to get hell for it soon.