Cabin 13 ~Book 1~

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*Jesse's POV*
"We should probably get going." She sighed, looking beautiful and sexy as she did so.
"Yeah, you're right." I agreed, though I really wanted to continue where we'd left off.
She slipped her shirt back on- much to my dismay- and started towards the door that let us leave the creepy, horrifying bathroom. Just as she was stepping through the door to leave the cabin, I pulled her back to me, smiling as I whispered in her ear.
"Don't think we won't continue where we left off."
She turned her head slightly and gave me a knowing look. "I wouldn't dream about it." she taunted then walked away, swaying her hips.

Before I could stop them- not that I really wanted to- a collection of cuss words left my mouth as I watched her head towards her cabin.

What have I gotten myself into with this girl? I thought to myself as I headed toward my own cabin.
It was rare that a girl rejected to be with me. And I don't say that to sound arrogant, I say it because... it's true. I've never had a girl tell me no.
And she didn't just tell me no, she told me no in a way that made it so hard to let her walk away. I'd wanted to pull her back into me and take her back into the cabin. I just wanted her.
But I wasn't going to force her into anything she didn't want to do.
That kind of snapped everything into a new perspective as I realized that my thoughts might just be exactly how Brandon was thinking the night he raped my sister. I shook my head, trying to clear it.

I wasn't going to be like Brandon Faye.


*Sydney's POV*
It was late by the time I got to my cabin, and even though I knew she wasn't here I still felt my heart speed up as I entered the room quietly. I just kept expecting to see her show up out of nowhere, that same look in her eyes as before.
But no, she wasn't there when I walked in. And our replacement counselor was passed out in her bed, snoring loudly. I won't go as far as to say she's worse than Alyssa, but the girl was definitely a terrible counselor.
And she was also very boring too. She rarely did anything but text and talk to friends on her phone.

I slipped into my pajamas and climbed my bunk to get some sleep, the events of tonight replaying in my mind. I wondered what waited for me tomorrow with Jesse, after the stunt I pulled. Would he be upset? Would he try something?
The memory of my ex popped into my head at that thought, and I shuddered. Nothing had happened back then, but I certainly didn't want to relive anything like that. And, like I'd thought earlier tonight, who would be here to help me if Jesse did try something?

No one, that's who. I turned onto my side, shoved all of those thoughts out of my head, and let my eyes close as I felt exhaustion take over.

The next morning I met Jesse by the mess hall for breakfast like we always did. Today we were getting a new activity for the week, and I was actually hoping for arts and crafts this time around. With anything sport related, it was hard to try and talk to Jesse during our time in activities.
I slowly made my way to him, wondering how he'd be acting this morning. But when he turned to me and smirked, the typical expression he had on his face, I sighed in relief.
"Good morning beautiful." He said, which kind of shocked me. He usually called me babe or sexy.

"Wow, beautiful. That's a new one." I remarked.
"Yeah well, I'm just speaking the truth." He shrugged, throwing his arm around my waist and letting his hand slip into my back pocket.
We walked into the mess hall together, ignoring the same, old stares we've been getting, and walked over to the line.

After breakfast, we were filed into the theater again and awaited our new assignments. Tara walked in right after we sat down, and glanced over at me. I met her eyes for a second before turning back to look at Jesse. I still felt her eyes on me for a few more seconds, but then the burning holes in the back of my head seemed to disappear.

Our group leader came to meet us shortly after, a teenage boy following him. I couldn't see his face yet, but something about him made my heart race.

"Guys, you've got a new group member. He just got here today." Logan told us, stepping aside to reveal the new person.
Looking at his face, I froze in a moment of paralyzing fear. My throat dried up and I couldn't talk or say hi with the rest of the group. I just sat there and stared. He didn't say anything directly to me, didn't even really look me in the eye. No, he was just focused on Jesse's arm around my shoulders, and our hands interlocked and resting between us.

Moments passed as we all just sat there in silence.
"Syd, are you alright?" Jesse whispered in my ear.
Pull yourself together! I yelled at myself, and I made my eyes drift towards Jesse. It seemed to help a little, and I felt my voice come back to me.
"Um yeah, why?" I asked quietly.
"Because I can't feel my hand anymore." he chuckled.
His words took a minute to sink in, and I realized what he was really telling me. I was cutting off his circulation.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, more of the fear fading. "Right, sorry." I muttered, loosening my grip.
"Hey, are you going to introduce yourself or what?" Logan asked the new guy, who was still staring at me and Jesse.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm Ethan." He muttered before taking a seat.
Of course, it just happened to be right beside me.