Boot Camp Boys(ON HOLD)

Me + C.J = Not Good

Alrighty then here is another chapter.  At first it was like what the hell am I going to do.  I know where I want me story to go, I just have a problem getting it there.  I am trying my hardest and so far a few people like it and that's all that really matters to me so thanks you guys.

RECAP:

When I finished getting my stuff together to take a shower, I heard the front door slam, then the door next to mine was slammed.

So me being my usual self, I screamed as loud as I could "WHAT THE FREAK IS UP WITH YOU GUYS AND SLAMMING THE GOT DAMNED DOORS AROUND HERE?"

I expected nothing to happen seeing as C.J is not very talkative.

Boy was I wrong.

I heard his door open and then slammed again, then he knocked on my door unnesscesaryily loud.  I opened the door to see C.J, a medium height boy with shaggy dark brown hair, green eyes and tattoos all over his muscular arms.  He look calm yet edgy at the same time.

"I live here too, so I can slam any fucking door in this cabin. Got it?", Ohhh how I hate boys that have that stupid smirk on their faces like 'what now bitch?'.

"Excuse me, but who do you think you are?  You do know that there are three other people living here also.  Slam one more fucking door and see what happens.  I dare you." I told him while giving him my scariest look, which really does not work well because of my small frame.  People honestly think that just because I'm small doesn't mean that I can not whip some ass. 

C.J stared at me like I was crazy for about two seconds then grabbed my door handle and slammed my door.  I know that mother freaker did not just slam my door in my face.  Ohh its going down.

I opened the door expecting him to be there, but he wasn't.  I look down the hall and did not see him.  Where the hell did that litte SOB go.

I opened his door, without knocking may I just add, and he was just casually laying on his bed.  So I walked out, went into the kitchen grabbed a bowl and filled it with ice, and walked back into his room. 

 I was about to throw the bucket full of ice on him when someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me out of the room.

So I threw the bucket of ice behind me at the person, not really caring who it is.  I felt the arms around me loosen and finally let go. 

I turned around to see Zane trying to get ice out of his shirt and pants.  It was so funny I almost peed my pants laughing at him.  He was jumping around and squirming trying to get ever last piece of ice out.

I would have much rather seen C.J doing that but I still got a good laugh and I will get C.J back when he is least expecting it.

After Zane got all the ice out, he looked at me with rage, grabbed my arm and led me into the living room.

"Dude what the hell.  Take your freaking hands off me right now or I will rip something off and it will not be you hand.  You got that."  I said yanking my arm back.

"You do not know anything about C.J and yet your going to just walk into his room and do something extremely stupid.  If you piss him off then your in big trouble.  You have no idea what he is here for or what he can do to you.  So my advice is for you to leave him alone, trust me."

"Excuse me but did I not just tell you off for trying to tell me what to do.  I am my own person and I can do what the hell I want, when I want to.  You are not my father and frankly I do not give a flying shit about your advice.  Now go somewhere because I have thinks to do.  Goodbye."