The Mating Games

chapter 11- You should be Nicer

"Summer!" Theo ran, catching up to me, "what's this about a shower?" I smirked, flicking my hair over one shoulder and sauntering away. I made my way back to where the girls were sunbathing.

"Dammit woman! Would you stop walking away; I want to know about this morning," he begged, pleading to the fourth with a hungry desperation.

"I'm not sure if you could handle it," I kept my voice sultry.

"Ooh, are we talking about the shower?" April butted in, her sunglasses sliding down her nose and revealing her piercing blue eyes, "that was hot."

"What? What was hot," his eyes looked back and forth between us, begging like a puppy. Some of the girl glanced up, looking on with curious gazes.

"Fine," I conceded, pulling his hand and leading us out of the vultures den, "we showered together, it wasn't that big of a deal."

"You and April, naked, wet, together? And that wasn't a big deal," he gaped, pulling at his t-shirt.

"Nah, she wanted the juicy details of our secret rendezvous," I joked.

"This is a serious matter! We need to discuss more about the shower; was there washing involved?" His face was stoic.

"Theo, this isn't a serious matter," I deadpanned, relaxing my face into a blank look.

"Yes it is, I need to know; touching?" He asked and awkwardly pulled at his shirt again.

"Oh my gosh, shut up you fool,"

"Come on!" He whined, flopping his arms around, "tell me."

"Nothing happened in the shower, alright! We talked and washed and nothing weird happened," I snapped, over the little tantrum he was throwing, "Mostly." He perked up,

"Mostly?"

"Yeah," he was becoming visibly annoyed.

"Well? Tell me,"

"There might have been a little touching on her part," his eyebrows shot up.

"On her part? So she touched you? Did you like it?" He teased. I huffed, stomping my foot and walking away. This is ridiculous, I will never understand men!

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The sun was scorching on my exposed back; I could feel my skin feel heat and boil, ready to pink. A soft breeze blew in, lifting the small strands of hair by my face gently; the long grass swayed and danced to the quiet hum of the wind. My legs pushed on, climbing up high on the rocky wall; it was almost a sheer surface, vertical and taller than my eyes could have anticipated.

I started my little adventure after the training session had ended and had decided to explore over by the mountains that trapped us like fish in a bowl. The trees had woven together and wrangled the life of the forest to their will; birds loudly called to their mates, singing songs of love to one another. The sound of trickling water had lulled a soft tone, like white noise in the background, but I heard it. It had prompted me to climb a rocky wall almost twenty feet in the air. I reached my hand up, grabbing at a thick root protruding from the soil. It stuck strong in the ground, only shaking a few crumbs of dirt down to the floor below; I heaved myself up, tucking a foot over the ledge and scrambling onto the flat surface.

It was beautiful, serene, like a utopia; I don't think I had ever seen anything as pretty as this. Up high, on the middle of this mountain was a beautiful water fall, tucked away from the harsh world. It was like stepping back in time, before skyscrapers had been erected and the land ripped up. The waterfall would have been around fifteen feet in length, bursting from a mysterious hole in the cliff and dropping down into an eroded pond; little streams trickled down the sides and fell like rain over the trees.