Summer Sixteen

two

"Annalise you have to eat something other than just bacon!" I huffed, glaring at Harry. I was sick of him telling me what to do. Just this morning, he told me that my shorts were too short, my shirt was too thin for a day like this, and that my converse were too dirty! And I'll have you know it was 76 degrees out, definitely appropriate to wear a bro tank.

"Harry I swear to god, if you try to tell me what to do one more time I'll stuff this bacon so far up-"

"You really don't want to finish that sentence," a voice cut me off. I turned around to see a boy around my age. He had an accent, but I couldn't tell what. Definitely not British, maybe... Australian? He was a solid 6 ft at least, and had his golden brown hair styled in a quiff, along with a silver lip ring. And frankly, his jawline was so perfectly sculpted I was sure God had taken an extra long time on this one, and I'm not even religious!

"Annalise?" I realized that I had been staring for too long, and I looked away, embarrassed.

"Uh, sorry Harry," I mumbled quickly before walking away to find the rest of my cabin.

"Hey, wait up!" a voice called out from behind me. I turned around to see the Australian guy in front of me. "I, uh, never got your name." He smiled at me before running his hands through his quiff, looking down at his feet.

"It's Annalise," I smiled back at him, and out of the corner of my eye, saw Harry scowling at us. I brushed it off and turned my attention back to him.

"It was nice to meet you, Annalise. I'm Luke. So I'll see you around then?" I looked back over at Harry to see he was still glaring our way.

"Maybe you will," I smirked and walked away to my table.

"Who was that?" Lia asked me the moment I put my tray down. I shrugged.

"His name's Luke." Harry suddenly turned his head our way.

"His name is Luke?" I rolled my eyes.

"Congratulations, Styles. You aren't deaf," I sneered. He glared at me.

"You are walking on some pretty thin ice young lady, so I suggest you cut the attitude before I make you."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever Harry." I brushed his threat off and went back to talking with Lia before Harry walked up and grabbed me by the arm, yanking me out of my seat.

"Ow! That doesn't come off you know?!" I yelped, trying to wriggle my a out of his grasp as he dragged me through the dining hall. I could tell that people were starting to stare, and my face flushed in embarrassment.

"I told you to stop with the attitude and the first thing you do is give me lip. I'm sick of your behavior. Now be quiet unless you want to cause a scene in the cafeteria," he ordered, pushing open the wooden doors and marching us off towards the cabin.

As we got closer to the cabin, I started to get scared. Was he gonna spank me? I had never been spanked before, but I knew that it really hurt. And I had no intention of showing Harry my ass anytime soon. So I stopped trying to be badass and tried a different tactic.

"Harry, I'm sorry." He didn't acknowledge my apology, instead, he gripped my arm tighter and sped up.

"Ow! Harry please! I'm so sorry; I won't give you attitude ever again, just please don't—" I couldn't say it aloud. Just the thought of that word made me shudder. It was so... degrading, like I was in elementary school again.

At this, he smirked and slowed down, turning to me. "Please don't what, Annalise?" I scowled at him, pulling my arm out of his grasp. "What don't you want me to do?"