Bermuda

0.6

Back at it again with the Nina Dobrev GIF (sorry but Nina has so many GIFs that fit a range of emotions so....). Just pretend it's Bethany Mota. Again.

"Come on, jerkface!" I screamed. "We have to win this."

I was not going to lose this race because of Barclay. Hell to the no.

"Fuck. This is not as easy as I thought it was gonna be." He started to move his legs even faster. "I'm trying."

"Stop! We have to move our legs at the same time or else we're going to—" I was interrupted by Barclay falling down and pulling me with him.

"No, no, no." I hit the ground repeatedly, watching the other teams sprint ahead of us. "get the fuck of up, Barclay. NOW!" I barked.

"Alright, alright." He muttered. "Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear you. Now let's go, go, go."

We got back up and began jumping like maniacs. In case you couldn't tell, I'm really competitive and losing things hurt like a motherfucker.

"Come on, Barclay. I can see the finish line." We were in 4th place at the moment and I definitely wasn't going to let it stay that way.

We moved our legs even faster that I thought possible. My heart was thumping, my ears were ringing and my eyes were watering. But I wasn't going to let that stop me.

We managed to pass the team in front of us which meant that we were in third place.

One step closer to winning,.

Come on, come on, come on. We can do this—I can do this, I thought.

The finish line was getting closer and closer.

We jumped past the team in the team that were in second place and the finish line was a metre away. Only then did I realise that Julian and Sylvia were in first place.

"Barclay." I breathed. "We can beat Sylvia and Julian. Just a little faster."

"Isn't...second...place....good enough?" He asked, out of breath.

"No, second place is nev—"

"And the winners of the race are team number 4, Sylvia and Julian!" Trixie shouted through the megaphone.

We had passed the finish line a few seconds after them. We lost by 3 fucking seconds.

She had immediately jumped out of the sack, screaming in joy. Then Julian picked her up and spun her around.

"We won? We actually won." Julian stated in disbelief. "I never win anything sport related..ever."

I was happy for them, I really was. But it sucked losing.

"You alright, princess?" Barclay dusted the dry mud off his knees.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I waved him off.

"Are you sure?" He persisted.

"I said I'm fine." I snapped.

When I saw him flinch, I realised how harsh I was. He was just trying to comfort me after all. "I'm sorry. I think I'm just hungry."

"How about I buy you lunch at the camp's Café?" He offered.

"What? Like a date?" I raised an eyebrow.