Cold Love // Hayes Grier

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Cara.

I wouldn't say me and Hayes are friends again. We are more like aquintances, not friends, but acquaintances. After last night, Hayes wouldn't stop talking to me, unless we were eating or sleeping, and it was getting annoying. I know what he is trying to do, he is trying to be friends with me again. I believe he refers to last night, as a sign for us to be together. To me, I was just an emotinal girl that is about to get her period.

I feel bad for Nash, though. Thanks to a bet, he has to carry my fat-ass down the hill, again. Cameron and Nash bet that I would be making out with Hayes by the end of the night, Nash said yes and Cam said no; sibling power. We were almost at our camping place, and Nash was almost out of breath. He realsed me from his grip, causing me to fall har on my bum. Thanks a lot dumbass.

Cameron held his hand out, and I accepted it. He made Nash apologize for his actions, and then continued to set everything up, again. It was Sunday today, which only meant we were leaving tomorrow. The thought of leaving only made me realize that Hayes and I were going to hate each other again.

He had his group of friends, jocks and cheerleaders, and I had mine, musicians and dancers. Yeah, I dance, get over it. Those were the two popular groups in school, and frankly we didn't get along. In other words we loathed each other.

"What are you thinking about, sis?" Cameron asked from behind me.

"Stuff," I replied and sighed. "I hate middle school."

He put his arm around me, and said, "It only gets worse, sis, it only gets worse."

We skipped together to the middle of the tent circle, and sat there with the rest. My head started to spin as soon as I smelled frying eggs. Who knew you could fry eggs without a stove?

"Eggs!" I shouted and snatched Cameron's plate from his hands.

I devoured the god made food in five minutes, with a constant nagging from Cameron about how he hates me from stealing his food. Of course, I didn't give a crap. I smiled, and gave the plate to my mom.

I crawled inside the tent, thanking Hayes wasn't inside, and took my tripod out; then I placed my camera on it. Fixing my hair to perfection was a mission I failed considering I didn't have a mirror or any reflective device to look myself at. I hit the red dot button, and the ding started the video.

"Hello everybody! This is Day three of the Camping Series, and also the last one," I began, then ran my hand through my hair. "So for his video, I decided I would bring Nash and Cameron, and I know most of you like that, don't you?"

I texted Cameron to come and bring Nash with him, and after a few minutes they were here. I sat between them, and then spoke.

"Ok so boys......."

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I sighed and turned the camera off. It was mid-afternoon by now, and I had no clue on what to do. I got out and roamed through the woods. They weren't as creepy as I thought they would be. Movies such as twilight, always showed creepy forests that had fog everywhere. But this is just a green area.

I crossed my arms over my chest, and the jacket warmed me even more than before. I really hate how bipolar the weather can get in North Carolina; one minute is hot and humid, and the next is cold and snowy.

I sat down a long brown log that looked really old. I untangled some hair pieces with my hand, then ran my hand through my hair. It was so quiet and peaceful here, away from the town it was another world.

I reached for my iPhone in my pocket, and opened up twitter. My notifications were blowing up with questions asking if Hayes and I were together again. Some of them saying they shipped Cayes and others saying that he was an ass. I love my fans. I decided to clear things up and sent a tweet.