Chapter 9
I was the last person still in the cabin. I was extremely nervous about this whole obstacle course thing. I put on some comfortable clothes and tied my hair back. What if I ruined this for everyone? Would they be mad at me? I sighed. This obstacle course was the one thing that was my ticket to freedom from scrubbing crap for five days. I needed this... and so did my cabin.
I walked out of the cabin, determined to do my best. I could do this. I mean, how hard could it be?
As I made my way out and headed for the back-grounds, I saw a large guy trailing me. Quickly. He was huge, burly and quite frankly frightening-looking. My eyebrows knotted in question, and I started walking away as fast as I could. He was probably going the same place I was. And maybe that particularly fuming look on his face was how he always looked?
Hopefully.
I picked up the pace, hoping I would lose him. But hope ran short when suddenly; the guy came up from behind me and cornered me.
"What're you doing?!" I blurted, backing off a little as he seemed to crowd me into submission.
"You stay away from Brigitte, you hear me?" he growled.
"Oh. So that's what this is about. She's stooped low enough to have her minions attack me? What are you now, her thousandth sex toy?" I spat.
"Shut up," he growled, moving forward so that I backed away quickly, into a tree. "I'm not even kidding. Don't mess with her."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't do anything to your oompa-loompa girlfriend," I retorted.
I watched his face turn an angrier shade of red at that last comment. I figured too late I shouldn't have said something like that. I saw his fist clench from the corner of my eyes. "Don't screw with me. I know what you did to her. You better watch-" He stopped, a thud falling on his back as he jerked forward and fell over.
I backed away, not even having time to scream. Someone had punched him off of me. I looked up. It was Joel, standing behind him. His fists were clenched and his face looking quite intimidating. The boy was quick to get up from the ground, rubbing his neck as if the shock had yet to wear off.
As cautiously as he could, Joel had me behind him and stood protectively, almost.
"Way to pick on girls. I bet you feel like a real winner now," he snarled. I saw Joel's face... it was menacing and angry. He towered over the burly guy. I had never seen this side of Joel. He was always so friendly and funny.
"What the hell do you plan on doing if I do?" The boy spat.
"Isn't one example enough for you?"
"Joel, no! Just leave it--" I felt him push me back.
"Stay out of this Taylor. I know this guy." he warned.
"Yea, well... you tell your bitch to stay away from Brigitte!" The boy said, less boldly than he started. He looked intimidated. And why wouldn't he? Joel looked like he could beat up the devil.
"Go screw yourself. Tell your girlfriend to fight her own battles. Don't go picking on girls, Tim," Joel spat.
