Insincerely Yours

Chapter Four:- Raccoon's and Sexual Harassment

Cairo officially had the worst morning of her life. The sound sleep she fell into (for once) held onto her, through her alarm and Arribella and Ella leaving for class until there was ten minutes for her to get up, get dressed and be across the camp in that time.

She had dressed sloppily, pulling her hair back in a blue ribbon while she walked and the buttons on her sleeveless top trying not to grimace every time she saw a bit too much thigh in her denim shorts. She had completely forgotten how short they were, something no doubt made worse by Cleo's trigger happy scissor explosion when she thought something was too long.

She had walked back around this way yesterday, and knew there was a shortcut coming, one that very few people knew about. Running down the small path she dodged thistles and nettles feeling pretty happy with her timing- that was until she ran into a road diversion.

A road diversion practically naked and wearing only an English flag tied around his lean waist.

He was laying face down, his brown back showing strips of scars, pale skin made only more noticeable by the sun that was turning the brown back rapidly pink. Hesitantly she knelt down, and gave him a nudge in the back.

                "Hello?" She said feeling more than a little stupid. Poking him again, she just about had time to rear back onto her bum- avoiding a flying fist.

                "Piss off, Christine". The boy muttered, turning his head to the side so Cairo could see his face. It was classically beautiful and very familiar, black hair stuck out fashionably dishevelled.

                "Sorry?" Cairo tried poking him again, standing well back from his limbs.

                "Jesus Christ, woman, what is it?" He asked picking his head up for the first time and squinting in her general direction. 

It took five minutes of pondering before he finally spoke. "You're not Christine". He said simply, rolling around and howling as his sunburned back made direct contact with the floor. "Hey Legs, what time is it?" he asked squinting his eyes and scratching his head.

Cairo ignored the prod at her nearly naked bottom half and looked at her watch. "It's bloody late!" She replied giving him a glare, two days at the camp and already two strikes- well this was a good omen.

Cairo looked at his chest, dotted with tattoos and sharpie pen, one seemed to clear up whom this handsome insane stranger was the sentence 'Its Finn bitches' was written across his bellybutton. "You're Finn then?" She asked.

                "Might be. Who's asking?" Came the suspicious reply, then suddenly Finn's suspicious face transformed into a smile so wide and white Cairo nearly needed sunglasses to look directly at him.

                "I know your brother". She replied quietly, wondering as meeting someone three times constituted as knowing someone.

That got a reaction, the smile slipped slowly, groaning he threw his head into his hands. "Shit, Jed's going to kill me I told him I would be here at eight". He went to sit up, forgetting that there was only a small amount of fabric obscuring mini Finn.

                "Whoa whoa- whoa". Cairo said hastily throwing her hands over her eyes.

                "Legs, you've gotta help me, if Jed finds out I was out drinking late into the night, thumbed a lift here from a party and somehow got into a sexually suggestive attire whilst by myself out in the woods- he'll kill me". He implored, his face never losing the amused look.