Summer Camp

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chapter six

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"A warning to the people, the good and the evil, this is war" - This Is War by Thirty Seconds To Mars

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"This is all your fault."

It was Friday afternoon, the school already half empty and yet, here I sat in the library, trying to wrap my mind around all this shit in front of me.

And I didn't just mean the way-too-complicated-chemistry-stuff-that-shouldn't-even-be-legal.

I stared at Parker.

"Huh?" was the intelligent answer I came up with after realizing he had said something.

"This is all your damn fault," he stated once more with annoyance.

I laughed a genuinely amused laugh, because he was fucking crazy for thinking this was, in any way, my fault.

"My fault?" I scoffed, thinking that he sure had a lot of guts pinning this on me.

"Yes, you're fault," he hissed, his grey eyes glaring into mine with such an intensity, it felt as if my eyeballs were going to combust into flames any second.

"You're fucking kidding me! Honestly, do you have brain damage or something? You and your friends, were the ones, who shot spit balls into my hair. Fucking spit balls. I mean, what kind of a person even does that? It's disgusting!"

He rolled his eyes. "Well, hadn't you been so loud, we wouldn't have to do this shit."

"I wouldn't have been so loud, weren't it for you!"

"You know, what? 'Get over yourself, it's just a few spitballs'," he taunted, smirking as if he had just won the argument.

I raised my eyebrows, eyes narrowing. How dare he use my words against me!

What a fucking dick.

"Ugh. Just- shut up." I raised a hand at his intake for breath to speak. "We have to finish this project, and trust me, no one has ever loved the idea of doing something else, with someone else, on a Friday afternoon, as much as I do right now."

He rolled his eyes, seemingly annoyed with just my mere presence.

"I hate chemistry, and I hate you." His eyes widened as if having had an epiphany and he mocked, "Wow, what a great mixture!" Then he deadpanned, "Maybe I'll explode, because of overdose."

"I hope you do," I shot back at him.

His eyes turned into slits and I could imagine steam coming out of his ears.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation and turned back to my chemistry book, my eyes flitting across the words, not really processing any of them, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't have understood any of it anyways if I had.

"God, I hat the periodic table. How the hell am I supposed to stop myself from forgetting it?" I muttered, eyes and head hurting.

Fuck you, school.

I groaned and raised my head to look at Parker - he was still glaring (for real, give it a rest) - and asked, "Oh, is your brain a little overwhelmed by my awesomeness? Or is it just my beauty that has you speechless?"

A smirk appeared on my face when he didn't respond, and I added a hair-flip just for good measure.

Parker looked downright ready to kill me.