PewDieCry: A Summer Best Forgotten (Collab with Mocha)

Chapter Two

A/N: Hey Guys! This chapter is written by me today. Mocha and I are basically just going to be alternating chapters but I'll probably put a quick Authors Note just to remind ya. Anyway...Enjoy!

PewDie’s P.O.V

Everyone was staring, staring at me as I stood and gaped at the man before me. Did he...was this...oh fuck. A delinquent camp! For delinquent children! What?! I’m not a delinquent, not even close. I get straight A’s in school, I’ve never gotten into any trouble with the police, shit, and I don’t even go to high school parties in case there are drugs there. So...why would my parents send me here? Why would they lie?

There was no answer, no answer at all.

“There must be some kind of mistake...” I mumbled, lifting my eyes to stare at who I thought had been a camp leader...clearly he was something much scarier. Thick eyebrows rose up at my words and he crossed his arm, his muscles flexing and making me want to cringe.

“Is that right?” he frowned.

“Yeah...I mean...I’m good. My parents told me it was a summer camp... I... I read the website!”

“You read the website, did you?”

I opened my mouth to continue but it was clear this man thought I was full of shit.

“Is this kid for real?” another voice chimed in. Spinning around, I came face to face with a white mask...I guess you could say I came face to mask. The boy in the black hoodie chuckled darkly, taking a step forward, and I instinctually jumped back.

He sized me up, which wasn’t hard considering how I couldn’t help but cower away from him. Why did these people even allow him to wear a mask? It’s more than a little scary when two lifeless, black circles are staring down at you.

“That’s enough, Cry,” Mr Muscle finally snapped, shoving him away from me. I couldn’t help but notice the crowd of kids sniggering at me and my face began to heat up. I must look like such a wimp...

“Rhys...” the boy in black complained. The boy in black, with a white mask, named Cry...how is he not bullied around here?

“Get in line, the both of you!” Mr. Muscle, who seemed to be named Rhys, called and pointed towards the line of kids. Cry scoffed loudly and slouched towards the line, squeezing in between two people who seemed to know him.

“Wait...Rhys...Sir...I need to leave. I’m not supposed to be here. Let me call my parents and they’ll tell you it’s all a big mistake an-“

“Get in the line.”

“But...Look, just call them,” I rushed and pulled my mobile from my pocket. More laughter erupted behind me, along with the murmur of, “He’s fucking delusional,’ and, “We’re going to be stuck with another nutcase all month.”

Rhys reached out and took the mobile from my hand.

This is good, he’ll call my Mum and everything will be fine, absolutely wonderful. My parents will get me out of here and they’ll take me to summer camp and I can laugh about this with my friends over chocolate cake and cookies.

Wait...

What is he doing?

Rhys pulled a number of small sealable bags from his back pocket, pulled one from the pile and continued to stuff my phone into it.

“I was going to let you all keep these until tomorrow but considering this young man is so keen to part with his, I think it’s time you all did. Mobiles in the bag now!” Rhys yelled, throwing the bags onto the dry ground.