Best Enemies

Rubi

    As the bus rolls into the camp site I see nothing but bush. The reek of vomit still lingers, even though I have acquired some of Shay's maroon jeggings which are loose and baggy on my slim legs. I hop off the bus and look for my designer Ted Baker suitcase. Masses of people are everywhere climbing over suitcases and duffle bags. I push pass and grab the turquoise plastic suitcase. I drag Shay out of the masses of people and bags to talk to.
"This place is a mess" I say as I point out the happy bird faces that loom over us.
"Yeah it's horrible. I hate camp" Shay moans.
Then suddenly she punches my arm and I cry out in pain. She points Peter Jones who is carrying a suitcase on his shoulders. But that's not why I'm so shocked, it is because he is talking to the one and only Hanna Scott. She looks up into his beautiful blueish grey eyes and hangs onto his every word. The thought of Hanna and Peter together made me sick. I was filled with rage. My head turned hot. Was I envious? Yes. Did I want revenge? Yes. I strode over to Peter and Hanna. My aggravated frown turned into a flirtatious pout. I placed my hands on both of Peter's shoulders and quickly turned his body to face mine. He drops the bag in shock and looks at my dangerous face. I leant forward until I was centimetres away from his face and whispered
"Can you help me with something?"
Peter looked at me nervously but I could see the temptation in his eyes.
"Anything Rubi".
I hear a sharp intake of breath behind me, it was Hanna. My eyes flutter and look innocently at his subtidal eyes, his sharp jaw line and his soft lips. Our eyes meet and I lean even closer now touching the back of his neck. He sees the danger in my eyes and begins to speak
"Rubi I..." Just at that moment I press my lips against his and kiss him passionately. I close my eyes and move my hand up to his thick curls. He stiffens immediately but eventually places his hands on my slim waist and eases into the kiss. I open my eyes for a split second to see Hanna's pale face and her eyes fill with tears. She pushes through the crowd and runs off. I break away from Peter and look back into his eyes. He looks slightly disappointed. We are circled by students all shocked but I focus on Peter. I whisper softly
"I might need your help some other time" and stalk off.
I throw a cheeky glance over my shoulder to see his bewildered face in the same position that I left him in. I laugh under my breath. My work here is done. I have caught Peter Jones in my net. 

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Maisie the Moz