Hey guys, a small author's note, please read it <3
It has been a month, I know, but since my summer vacation started, I'll try to update more often.
I just wanted to inform you of one slight change I made in this book, and I already fixed it up in a few chapters. I'll proof read and check it again later in order to not confuse future readers, and I will remove these author notes after this book is done.
The change is that they are all in their SENIOR YEAR, not Junior Year, Senior. I realized that the book won't work well if they were in their 11th grade since I have plans in the future of this book. I'm sorry for this unprofessional behavior, please forgive me.
Oh and thank you for getting this book up to 1.2K+ reads! I'm so happy, thank you so much. I, honestly, didn't think that this book would reach it this far because I didn't think this book is as enjoyable or interesting as compared to other amazing books from amazing authors on Wattpad you may read. I write this book as a hobby, making up scenarios and scenes that may seem far fetched in the real world (or in my world), but real in this one. Again, thank you for even just taking your time to read or look at these chapters.
Love you guys.
Enjoy this long chapter, I made with love and dedication. 💙💜
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Anthony's POV
"Are you going?" I asked as I looked over to Bianca who was texting like there was no tomorrow in front of me in the lunch table.
"Huh?" she looked up in confusion.
"Are you going?" I repeated.
"Where?" She moved her phone under the table and continued to text, glancing up and down occasionally times.
"To the camp." I eyed her suspiciously, as did everyone else at the table. Brent just said where before I asked Bianca if she was going.
"Oh the camp? Yeah, I'll go. I mean, I'm not so sure if my mom would let me, but if she did, I'll go for sure." She replied hastily as she kept on texting away.
"Really? You will go camping with us?" She nodded in agreement. "You do know that we will sleep on dirt and grass, people might've peed over there. We will stay there overnight, in the cold." I spoke slowly to make sure she heard me.
"Yeah, why not? I love camps, I had camps in my old school. And," she finally looked up from her phone to face the rest of the table, "It's not like I'll sleep on the floor without anything under me, right? We will have a tent, then a sleeping bag and a small mat under my sleeping bag. In order not to get cold, you wear sweaters and get extra blankets. Is this your first time you're camping or something?" She smirked at me.
I raised my eyebrows as she started to text again.
"Who are you texting?" I demanded. She's been doing the same thing since the amusement park for over 2 weeks by now. Always texting. She rarely hanged out with us except during lunch, but even now, it seems like she isn't around.
"Why do you care?" She said not lifting her eyes off of her screen.
"I don't. It's just you've been so distant. Always on your phone, texting someone. At least tell your best friends." I raised an eyebrow.
"Even if I did tell my best friends, I would make sure that they won't tell you anything."
"And why is that? How are you so sure that you have more power than me?"
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