Boot Camp Girl (ON INDEFINITE HIATUS)

Chapter Two

After staring at the bunk above me, internally fuming at the indignanty of it all, I decide to go find daddy dearest to give him a heart to heart. And a lungful. This is a complete invasion of my personal space- and he didn't even ask me first! It's not like he never had the opportunity to!

I roll off the bed, and hunt around for my boots. "They're under the bed." Tyler says, sticking his head off the side of the bed. I scowl at him, before pulling them out from exactly where he says they are, and sit down to lace them up. "Do we all get cool boots?" asks Tyler.

"Yes." I mutter, concentrating on tying the laces up as quickly as possible, so I can get the hell out of here.

Maybe dad will let me sleep in his room.

"Where ya goin'?" Tyler asks.

"Jogging." I shoot back.

"Jogging?" he asks, incredulously, "I thought you did enough exercise during the day! I saw some of the other guys running laps. Looked painful."

"They were late this morning. They've got seven days to do a hundred laps." I explain, absently.

"Shit! Really?" he gasps looking horrified. "I do sit-ups and weight lifting. Not jogging." 

"Yeah, well I don't care and neither does Mr. Gravis. And if your pop is pissed enough to send you here, I'm assuming he doesn't either, right now."

Tyler shrugs. "Nah, he doesn't care at all if I crash sport cars or win a footy game. He's all about the academics. If I don't get good grades, then I'm just the shit under his shoe." I wince slightly, but I know better then to offer pity. People don't want pity.

I stand up, and fish around for a hair-brush. I find one, and quickly brush my hair, then braid it down one side of my head. "Can I come?" Tyler pipes up, "I'm booooored."

"It's minus degrees out there, idiot." I sigh, "and if you're just standing around, you're going to get hypothermia."

"Hypo-what-ia?"

"Oh sweet Jesus." I mutter under my breath, then I march out the door, slamming it shut. The boy acts like a damn spoilt five-year-old kid- this month is literally going to kill me. 

Dad's cabin is quite close to the main cabins, but far away enough that nobody can see me slip inside. I don't knock. I'm not in the mood. The wind was so icy that my face has already gone numb.

Dad is lounging back on his bed, reading a book (about a war, no doubt) looking like he's expecting me. He flashes me a smile. "What took you so long?" he asks.

"I had to beat up the guy you landed me with!" I shout, losing the thin hold I had on my temper in the fact of dad's absolute lack of care about what he's just done. "He's a whiny, spoiled brat! He acts like he's five years old!"

Dad frowns. "You beat him up?" he asks, finally looking concerned. "What did he do? Are there any visible injuries?" I cross my arms and glare.

"I told him not to mess with me because I know karate. He didn't believe me. He does now." Dad chuckles, then sighs.

"I'm sorry about this, hun, but I had no choice. His father is a very important man-"

"Who?" I interrupt, "who is this 'very important man' that is so important that I'm sharing my ROOM with a damn boy?"

"The senator." Dad says finally, after briefly grappling with his decision to breach confidentiality rights.

My eyes widen. "Holy shit. Senator Daniels? That Senator? The one who's about to run for President?"