Bermuda

1.2

A/N: unedited! Will do that tomorrow!

"See! I knew you could do it!" Barclay smirked as we unstrapped the harnesses from our bodies.

"I don't think coming last is much to celebrate. I was panicking the whole way up." I rolled my eyes, suddenly feeling embarrassed but I pushed the thoughts away. "But thank you for coming back up with me. I never would have done it unless we made our deal."

Barclay had come 2nd place but came back up to complete it again with me. Sylvia had come in first place. She had said something about how her farmer hands helped her to climb up so fast.

"I did tell you that I am a very dedicated life coach." He gave me a toothy grin. "My ears are still ringing from your screams. Don't worry though, I've always like screamers." He winked.

"I did tell you that I was afraid of heights so be grateful I actually went up there." I snapped. "And now is not the time to be making dirty jokes." I punched his shoulder.

"Ow! Okay then." He held his shoulder, rubbing the spot I had just hit. "There might actually be a bruise there tomorrow, you know. I can sue for that."

I absolutely detested heights and somehow I had just let Barclay freaking Owens convince me to climb a 80 foot climbing board. I almost passed out when I was at the top and made the tragic mistake of looking down. Everyone looked like ants from where I was. If it wasn't for Barclay beside me, I probably would have passed out. I still felt slightly dizzy even when I was back on the ground again.

"Sorry." I murmured.

"Dude!" Ben and Kingsley, Barclay's friends approached us.

Ben was as tall as Barclay, around 6 foot. He had a buzzcut and had those earrings that stretch your ears. His voice was way lower than a 17-year old's should be. Kingsley, on the other hand, was a bit shorter—probably the same height as me since our shoulders aligned. He had shaggy blonde hair and always wore a silver dog tag necklace. He also had this slight surfer accent which got quite annoying if you were talking to him for longer than 5 minutes.

"Rhiannon, looking dashing as ever." Kingsley took a quick bow. "Especially from up top—What. A. View." He snickered.

Barclays lips pressed into a thin line as he glared at him. "Don't even fucking go there."

"It was a joke!" Kingsley rolled his eyes. "Chill out cousin! Loosen up!"

"Well it obviously wasn't a joke to anyone else but you, so do us all a favour and shut up." Ben suggested.

"Wait, what?" I asked, confused before turning to Barclay. "Cousin? I thought you and Kingsley were just friends."

"Well, we aren't cousins by blood but our parents are super close so we just call ourselves cousins." Barclay shrugged. "And have you seen him? Wouldn't want to go around telling the world that this annoying asshole is my cousin."

"Well is there anything else you're not telling me?" I demanded. "Next thing I know you'll be telling me that Ben is your brother."

"Well...."

"You're shitting me." I said, deadpanned.

"Yeah, I'm just messing with you." He chuckled. Kingsley joined in whilst Ben just smiled.

"Real funny." I said before turning on my heel and walking out the hall.

"Hey! Rhiannon! Wait up!" Barclay called for me but I didn't turn back. Instead I walked a little faster. "Hey! Don't—don't run away from me." I heard his footsteps come to a halt. "Please. Stop."