Summer Camp ♡ Jacob Sartourius

Fourteen//The Fight

"Hey, were those your clothes hanging up everywhere?" Justin said when me and Brooke walked to the volleyball court, purposely trying to embarrass us. We acted like we were talking and didn't hear him, and we walked away towards the other side.

"Hey!" I said, waving to Jacob. He looked up and out on the most fake smile I've ever seen and did a tiny wave. I titled my head in confusion. I ran over to him.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just go talk to Justin." Jacob said. He turned his back towards me. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"Jacob, you know we aren't dating. I'm not dating anyone." I said, grabbing his shoulders and turning him back around.

"Well it sure didn't seem like it in there. It's not even that you let him show that he likes you right in front of me, but the fact that you didn't get mad about something so gross. You just let him touch your butt." Jacob said.

"Okay, first off, I didn't like it. That's why I moved away from him when he did it. I think it's disgusting for somebody our age to be doing something like that. Second off, I didn't know he was going to do it, or else I would've told him to not touch my butt before it happened. So, I suggest you know what you're talking about before you start talking." I retorted. His eye widened.

"Well it's not just that, Paige. You know what else you've done?" He said.

"What else have I done." I sassed.

"You've been a complete and utter bitch." He said. I could feel the eyes on us. I felt my cheeks turn red from anger.

"I've been a bitch? You're the one controlling me around like you're my parents! Well, you're not my parent. My parents are off somewhere at a marriage camp and that's why I'm stuck here with you. So why don't you stop controlling me! We aren't father and daughter, we aren't husband and wife, we aren't even boyfriend and girlfriend! I don't know why you think you can control me when we are only acquaintances."

"Acquaintances? Now we're just acquaintances. Okay, bye." He said storming off.

"We aren't done yet, I still have more fighting left in me." I said. Ah, yes, my petty side is coming for a visit.

"Well then you'll have to walk and talk. You're good at it, because you never shut up!" Jacob said. He stormed off into the woods where nobody was and I followed right after him.

"And you know what else? I don't like him. You think that I wanted to be groped with out my permission? Hmmm? Yeah, I totally love being sexually harassed without my consent!" I yelled.

"Oh, please. It's not sexual harassment." He rolled his eyes and folded his arms.

"Just because it isn't rape doesn't mean it's not sexual harassment. And this is what I'm terrified about being one of the only girls in a camp full of boys. And you being dramatic is just making the pressure worse. It's like you wanted that to happen to me."

"I didn't want that to happen to you! That's why I'm mad! He can't do that to you, especially when I'm right there!"

"Especially when you're right there? What's that supposed to mean? I'm not your girlfriend!" I shouted.

"But I want you to be!" He yelled.

"Well then act like it!" I yelled. "You say th-"

I was cut off by his soft, plump lips crashing into mine.