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The ManWhore

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Adeline's POV

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I slowly walk into Christian's tent and see him sitting on his bed, his head in his hands.

"Hey, I was getting worried about you." I awkwardly laugh, making my towards him.

He looks up at me, and for a second I see guilt flash through his eyes, but he quickly masks it.

"Go get some sleep. I- we don't want you tired during your shift tonight." He says not looking me in the eye.

"I'll go," I nod, "just as soon as you tell me what happened back there."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugs boredly.

"I'm talking about the fact that one second you're kissing me, and the next you're sprinting through the forest like you're being chased by wild bears." I explain, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Go get some rest." He simply replies, completely ignoring my question.

At first, I think about bugging the answer out of him, but soon rule it over by thinking maybe I should just get some sleep. Maybe he saw some kind of animal that freaked him out. I mean, it couldn't have been too big of a deal.

I make my way back to my tent and see Andrew laying in my bed.

"Hey." He greets me without even looking.

"Hey." I reply quietly.

"Something wrong?" He asks, sitting up, looking towards me, as I take a seat toward the edge of the bed.

"No..." I mumble, "No, I'm fine. Just a rough shift." I repeat confidently, flashing a smile towards him.

He studies me for a bit, but nods believing me.

"How long do you think you can keep me hidden?" He asks fiddling with his thumbs.

I stay quiet for a moment before speaking, "Probably a good week. I mean Serena shouldn't be coming in here-"

"I heard my name." A laugh cuts me off.

Serena enters the room and I feel my stomach drop.

Shit. Shit. Shit. HOLY. SHIT.

She's not supposed to be here. Not yet, at least!

I stand up and slowly walk towards her. Her eyes widen as they fall upon Andrew.

"Serena, I can explain." I speak quietly.

"You have an outsider in our tent." She whispers, "YOU HAVE AN OUT-"

I rush towards her and cover her mouth with my hand, and pull her deeper into the tent. For a moment she struggles against my grip, and attempts to scream, but might I say, my grip is extremely strong.

I sit her down on the ground, against her will, and shove her up against my bed.

From the corner of my vision, I can see Andrew looking at me as if I'm an insane patient who escaped from an Asylum. Can't really blame him though, can you?

"Serena, I'm going to remove my hand, but I need you to stay quiet. Okay?" I quietly explain to her, still keeping my grip against her mouth strong. I see her slowly nod, and I cautiously move my hand.

"You have an outsider in our tent." She mumbles.

"Eh." I casually shrug.

"Wh- who is he?" She stutters, staring at Andrew with fear lurking in her eyes.