I Punched The Bad Boy

-VIII- Hermanita...

|Chapter 7|
|Hermanita|

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Thea's P.O.V

  I let out a yawn and put my head on Devin's shoulder. I gaze at the crackling flames before me. My feet are point towards it, heating my feet up at a bearable degree.

  "What time is it?" I ask sleepily. Ryan reaches over and pulls out a phone. The screen glows in his face and he squints his eyes.

  "A quarter past twelve," He answers. I nod my head and let out another yawn.

  "Who wants to tell scary stories?" Asher yells. I grin at his enthusiasm. I raise my hand weakly. Swimming has really wiped out my strength.

  "I will start! It's not a scary story, though. It's a poem I made when I was in the seventh grade." Logan says. Everyone nods in agreement.

  Everyone scoots closer to the fire. After everyone is comfortable, Logan clears his throat.

  "When you don't be careful, and lose what you have," He says is a dark tone. The flames bounce off his face, illuminating his eyes. "You fall into a pit of never ending abyss. You start to drown. You scream and scream for help, but they don't hear a sound. As you breathe in more water, you feel like your sealing your own death. Don't make a deal with the devil."

  Everyone gawks at him. I start to clap. Wow, that was freaking amazing. Everyone else joins in, and some of them whistle.

  "Dang man," Marune says with his eyebrows raised. "I never knew you could write poems so good, even if it was kind of creepy."

  Logan shrugs. "Had a lot going on at the time. Needed a way to get my feeling out." He glances at his brother and they both share a look of sadness.

  "Well," Zak says, breaking the ice. "That was great! Now my turn to tell a story. Better get a new pair of underwear, your going to crap yours." He rubs his hands together.

  I yawn again and pull the sleeves of Ryder's hoodie more so it goes over my hands. I scoot around and lay my head on Devin's outstretched legs, so I can have a pillow.

  Zak starts his story. The words start to jumble together and my eyelids droop. I look over to see Ryder looking at me, the flames dancing over his hazel eyes. I let out another jaw-breaking yawn as darkness conceals my consciousness.

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Devin's P.O.V.

  I look at Thea sleeping in my lap. I sigh and push a strand of hair out of her face. Theania truly is a beautiful girl. I know I just met her today, but I already feel like the big brother and she is my little sister.

  I feel a hard tap on my shoulder and I look up. I resist the urge to make a disgusted face.

  "Can I talk to you?" He asks quietly, trying to not wake her up. I nod my head and look to see where I can lay her head on. I rip off my sweater and rumple it into a ball. I start to scoot to the side and gently pick up her head. I tuck the sweater on the ground and lay her head down.

  I follow Ryder farther into the woods. "Look, if you want to beat me up for throwing the orange at you, go ahead. I-"

  "Shut up." He says. I glare at him for cutting me off. "Actually, I want to apologize. I acted on impulse and I'm deeply sorry for that."

  I cross my arms. "That sounds fake. It sounds like you rehearsed it at least a dozen times, but it doesn't matter. I forgive you." I visibly see his shoulders relax.