The Troubled Ones

Chapter 9

Dylan's pov.

Ugh why do I have to work with this fucking dickweed.

Alex. I hated his ass. He always thought he was all that. Well, guess what he's not. He's a fucking pussy.

"We mine as well fail because there is no way in hell I will work with you." Alex snapped.

"Don't fucking talk to me because I swear to god I will kick your ass right here right now." I growled.

"Try me."

Oh and I did. My fist contacts his face in seconds.

See if I didn't go to that stupid ass camp I would've never met him.

Flashback

I was thirteen years old and my sister was 10 and we lived with our drunk ass father at that time. I looked in the newspaper and saw an ad about Camp Breeze. I looked at my sister and she looked sad, then an idea came to me. I wanted her to be happy and maybe this Camp Breezy or whatever might cheer her up and she can get out of the house for a while especially with him around.

So I registered her and I into camp. I used the money that I saved up, because I knew one day I was going to use it, and the next day we quickly left the house and took the Camp Breeze bus.

We arrived at the camp and it was filled with so many trees. We sadly separated our ways and went to our cabins. When I went to my cabin, a bunch of boys stared at me, probably the scar on my face.

"You must be Aiden right."

I also changed my name and my sister's because I knew that son of a bitch was going to look for us.

"Yeah."

"What happened to his face." One of the boys whispered.

Man I was nervous I just looked down ashamed and went to my bunk. As I start unpacking my stuff another boy arrived.

"So you must be Alex Smith, your bunk is over there." The counselor pointed towards me.

Alex looked at me and I instantly began to get nervous. What happens if he thought I was weird because of my scar. Or what if he thinks I'm crazy or something.

He walked over to me. "Hi my name is Alex." He said with a smile.

"My name is Dylan." I said smiling showing my two missing teeth. God I looked liked an idiot.

I haven't had a friend for a while. Kids at my school would think I'm scary and what not.

"Cool scar." He said touching my cheek.

I let his warm hands touch my cheek and I couldn't help but enjoy it. His eyes were hazel, it reminded me of hot coco.He reminded me of my mom when she touched my cheek when I was small. I missed her so much.

I realize he was enjoying this way too much because he was still caressing my cheek. I kind of backed up and chuckled a little nervously.

"Um thanks." I said.

"Do you want to see my scar." He asked.

"Sure-

My flashback ended as I got kneed in the balls by Alex.

I grabbed a bunch of his brown hair and repeatedly punched his face.

"Stop it Mr. Smith and Mr.Storm get up." The principle screamed. Mr. Harrison pulled me off of Alex and Alex was getting help by the principle.