I'm Better Than Him

Part 1.

Hi! This is a little something that I thought was cute and wanted to make a short story out of it! That is what I want y'all to picture him as. I won't tell you his name just yet. Love yah!

Ps. Sorry if I sound country, the reason is because I am. Ever read a cowboy book, well that's where I'm from.

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I feel so jealous watching them.

I knew what was going to happen tomorrow. So why didn't I interrupt them? Why didn't I stop the hurt I saw in the very near future?

Jealousy and guilt.

Let me start my story from the beginning though. This is a trip of my life, I'll never be able to forget.

I watched her the first day and the four other ones after that. It wasn't even a week with her, that's how long it took. She's shy and sensitive, jumping to be a part of others, yet reclusive, scared. At first I was just curious as were the others. We all watched her. All we knew was that she was an outsider. I mean we've all seen her at church, rarely. At least once for every summer or holiday. Always hiding behind the famous Tyler Black; at least in church he is. Tyler Black has gone to my church since he was five, everybody knows him. Tyler is a 6'4 twenty year old now and doesn't go to church anymore, yet that didn't stop her from coming. She would cling to Tyler's mom, Sarah Black, and kept to herself. And then one day, Sunday, in church I saw her hugging Mrs. Contess, but we call her Miss. Nicky. She was crying. I had decided to keep to my own business. Actually, they were both crying and hugging each other. But, that's all I remember from that day. Yet, the next day is what clinked everything together.

Camp was tomorrow and nobody was expecting it. Sarah Black's vehicle pulled up on the church parking lot on a Monday morning. Not Sunday and certainly not Wednesday. I watched, everybody watched. Once the vehicle parked, Sarah hopped out. I was thinking, maybe she's helping out with camp. Maybe she forgot something at church yesterday. I didn't know, we didn't know. After a few moments, the girl from yesterday slowly got out of the car and opened the back seat door as Sarah made her way around. The girl grabbed bags and camping materials like us. She was coming too? They walked over to the side walk where we were situating our stuff. The girl set her things down as everything was slipping from her arms. Two bags, a sleeping bag, pillow, and other sorts. She was prepared, but not overly so. Nobody offered to help her as things kept slipping from her arms though. We just all watched, stared at her like she was an alien. I mean, I guess I felt bad, but I didn't know her. Nobody knew her, at least I don't think. Sarah didn't waste anytime to talk to the other parents around.

After the charter bus pulled up, the guys including myself all started grabbing the bags to put them in the storage box in the bus. Yet, no one offered to help with her things. That is until Miss Nicky and her husband Alex, the pastor, pulled up. They pulled up to the sidewalk and opened the trunk to the back of their truck. Sarah began to talk to Miss Nicky and the girl skirted her way to them, ignoring her things on the sidewalk. I watched as Miss Nicky and the girl hugged again. After Alex finished loading his and his wife's stuff, he walked over to that girl's bags.

"Katherine? Yours?" Alex yelled and the girl snapped her head towards him before nodding. He then proceeded to load her stuff too. I can see all of the other girls' eyes slit as they realize she's known to the pastor. Everyone wants to be in Alex's good graces. After a while the guys got bored and mingled among themselves. The girls did too, turning their backs to her, Katherine. Me being my nosy self inched myself closer to hear Miss N's and Sarah's conversation.

"I'm just glad Katey could make it," Miss Nicky says while hugging Katherine tighter. I can see her force a smile, yet her eyes look sad. Sarah makes more conversation as Katherine slips her way inside the church. I grab my pillow, water bottle, snacks, phone, and earplugs before loading onto the bus. Boys are to the right, girls to the left.