Rival Morality BxB

12

It's safe to say, that I got my beauty sleep. In fact, I don't think I have ever slept better. Being away from the city and my responsibilities there helped me to relax. Maybe Rowan helped a little.

        I stayed in his arms a little longer, then I heard the sounds of someone approaching. I rolled away like a speeding bullet, jolting Rowan awake in the process, just as Casey pulled down the zipper.

"You guys are going to miss breakfast," he said. "Hurry up."

Once he was gone I crawled out of my sleeping bag and clammered over the boy next to me. He was pretending to be asleep while holding my clothes hostage.

"Rowan," I grunted.

He foux snored in response.

I decided to just ignore him and stole one of his hoodies instead and stalked out of the tent. I could practically hear his smile.

I found Casey at the picnic tables in the center of the tent circle. His plate consisted of Little Debbie muffins, strawberry milk, and a banana he was most definely not going to eat.

"Someone was getting freaky last night," he began.

I choked on air. "What?"

"Didn't you hear it?"

"Oh, uh, yeah I did."

"Could you tell who's tent it was coming from?"

"No clue. What are we supposed to be doing today?"

Rowan comes up behind us and imitates Mrs. Montenegro, "Let the nature cultivate your young minds and shape the essence of your poetry."

Casey and I rolled our eyes as Rowan took a seat.

"Don't you have your own friends?"

"Not everything is about you," he snarked. "We're supposed to spend the day with our partners. Buddy system and all." He handed me a schedule.

9am - Breakfast

10:30am - Meditation

11am - Nature Hike

12pm - Lunch

1pm - Independent writing time

8pm - Campfire

9:30pm - Lights out

The group meditation might have been the most boring thirty minutes of my life, not to mention Rowan's constant poking when our eyes were supposed to be closed. The nature hike was okay. For lunch we had walking tacos, but I barely ate anything. In all honesty, I was getting a little anxious about being alone with Rowan in the woods. But alas, the time came for us to split into our groups and begin writing our poems.

        I trailed Rowan as he led me through the trees and stopped at a large rock at waist height. We both jumped up.

        "My clothes look good on you," he smirked.

        "Oh don't start. Just work on your paper."

        He sighed and very pointedly did not work on his paper. Instead, he did his absolute best to bother me. That's when a grand idea landed upon my brilliant brain. There was a pond off in the distance and I stormed off to it, knowing that he would follow me. As soon as I reached it I stopped and turned, quickly tossing him into the freezing water.

        "What the fuck?" he yelled.

        "Oh my bad," I smirked. "My hand slipped."

        He stalked towards me, and before I could move, wrapped a hand around my ankle.

        "Don't. You. Dare."

        "I wouldn't dream of it," he said. Then, he yanked me in.

        The splashing become wrestling as we both struggled to dunk the other under the water. I was finally successful, but when I let go, he didn't come back up.

        I waited. And waited. And waited. I started to panic. "Rowan? Rowan!" I ambled around trying to find him in the water, my heart beating impeccably faster. Had I lost him? Did I kill him? "No, no, no, no, no, no Rowan!" I cried out. I dipped under the water trying to see through its murky waves. Impossible. I surfaced. I can't lose him; he has to be okay.

        I screeched as something grabbed me by the legs, lifted me into the air, and sumo slammed my limp noodle body into the water. When I came back up, Rowan was posing and kissing his biceps. I glared.

        "What? Was someone worried about me?"

        "Of course not."

        "Rowan! Rowan no!" He mocked me.

        I swam to the edge of the pond and climbed out, pulling off Rowan's hoodie as I went. As he followed I threw it and hit him square in the face.

         He grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the water, "I'm sorry."

        It was the strangest thing. It's like he actually meant it.

        "No you're not," I grumbled.

        "I am," he reeled me closer to him until we were treading water, face to face. "I didn't mean to scare you." He kissed me, tenderly.

        It was the first soft kiss we have ever shared and my stomach was doing backflips.

        He moved a sopping strand of hair out of my eyes. "Creo que me estoy enamorando de ti," he mumbled.

        "What?"

        "Uh," he swallowed, "it's late we should get going."