HOLLIE'S POV:
I thought Jordan was bad, but this girl was a complete bitch. I know that what we were doing may not have been the most normal thing in the world, but she had no right to interfere. She's a complete drama queen saying we attacked her. She is a stuck up, snobby, posh, self centred, posh, rude, posh little London brat. With her prada suitcase and her jimmy choo shoes. She was pathetic.
As for Jordan, what the hell was she trying to achieve by dangling Blake in front of me like that? She didn't like him and neither did I. Right?
Everyone was busy unpacking as Mark's harsh voice surrounded the room from speakers planted into the walls:
"As you all know, we cannot begin the competition until the last competitor arrives, we can now confirm that he will be arriving sometime within the next hour. More information will come then!"
Blake and Logan were off somewhere with the other guys, most likely discussing football and girl's tits. Shaun seemed nice enough. I felt sorry for him though since he was paired up with Lucy, although she hadn't verbally attacked him just yet so luck may be on his side. He was good looking but not really my type. I could tell Lucy already had a thing for him. I wondered if he felt the same. She was a bitch to any girl but I was curious as to what boys thought of her. She did have a strong classy vibe to her which I'm sure was attractive to the opposite sex.
Jenny was super friendly which annoyed me a lot. It's not natural for someone to be so fucking happy. She would probably be good at the competition, I can't imagine her crying. Her partner was a short, nerdy looking kid, Frank or Hank or something his name was. He was positively the ugliest boy I had ever seen and I cringed every time I looked at him. No doubt he had probably graduated by the age of 7 or something like that.
Shaniqua was quiet. Very very quiet. She flinched every time someone brushed past her, muttered every time someone spoke. I couldn't work out what she was doing here. Unless she was a secret spy or something, she seemed completely out of place. Jenny chatted loudly and cheerfully to the girl as she huddled up on her bed taking no notice, waiting expectantly for her partner.
And in he came.
A tall muscular boy with light brown ruffled hair. He had several piercings and strangely one eye was green and one grey. I would never forget those eyes. As long as I lived, I would never forget those eyes. The eyes that greeted me in my dreams every night, that kept me awake till the early hours of the morning, the eyes that made me scream in terror every time I saw a shadow or heard a noise. The eyes that no matter what happened, no matter how hard I tried, I would never, ever forget. I knew these eyes.
They were the same eyes that looked cruelly into mine the night I lost my virginity. As I was held down kicking and screaming, too drunk to co-ordinate myself. Doing everything within my power to escape the grasp of the owner of these eyes. But it wasn't enough, and they go that they needed, these eyes saw everything they wanted. And now, they were back for more.
JORDAN'S POV:
"Calm down Hollie." I heard someone say. After Lucy's pathetic excuse of an outburst, I shrugged off Blake and laid down on my bed, not bothered to carry on snogging. I looked up from my phone to see what everyone was making a fuss about and saw Hollie, who was on the floor panting and half crying (let me just clarify that she wasn't fully crying, her eyes were just watery that's all). I rolled my eyes at how much of a drama queen she was being, and then I saw him. Standing in front of me was one of Jean's many cronies, and he happened to be one of those I hated the most.
"Charlie, what the hell are you doing here?" I whispered, grabbing him by the collar.
He smiled, teasing me. "Jean wanted me to take care of his prize girl."
