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So Not My Type

I stare at a shirtless Andrew in awe as he continues doing his workout. His arms flexing every time he goes down while doing his push ups, and his blonde hair sitting sweatily at his forehead.

He pushes himself up for what seems like the hundredth time, except this time, he leans against his bed and breathes heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"Like what you see?" He snickers. It takes a moment, but I realize I've been checking him out.

"Not a chance," I laugh, "just surprised you can even DO push ups."

"Of course I can," He breathes, "how else do you think I'm in such good shape?" He nods towards a water bottle near me, and I toss it to him. "So," He unscrews the cap of the bottle, "you and Christian haven't been talking much lately."

"Yeah, and?" I shrug as Andrew gulps down half the bottle.

"No 'and', it's just, you usually talk to him everyday, even if it is just to annoy him." He copies my shrug.

"Well, him and I just haven't crossed paths in a while."

"For two weeks?" Andrew cocks an eyebrow.

I'm about to spit out another lie, until I hear someone nearing our tent.

At this point, I shouldn't even be concerned about who enters the tent. Almost the entire tribe knows about the 'outsider' that's my roommate. I get up off the ground, and head outside the tent just to bump into a not-so-familiar figure.

Amy.

Amy is what you would call an introvert, sort of. Ever since she's found out about Andrew in my tent, she's been avoiding me like I'm the Plague. If I ever try and start a conversation, she completely ignores my very existence. If I try and pass her a smile, I'll just receive a glare in return.

What this girls issue is, I will never comprehend.

"Hey." I fake a smile, greeting her.

"Christians calling everyone for Lunch. Considering you're part of the troop, he wanted me to call you." She says in a bored tone. Gee. At least she admits I'm part of the group.

"Thanks, I'll just sneak in a meal for Andrew first, and then come." Okay, so everyone BUT Christian knows about Andrew.

"Whatever." Amy shrugs. She turns to leave and I barely make out what she mumbles under her breath, "Slut."

"Excuse me?" I call after her, my voice dripping with attitude.

She turns around and I swear, if she could burst me into flames on the spot, she would've.

"You heard what I said." She sneers.

"I did," I reply stupidly, "but I'm wondering why a munchkin like you would say something like that." I say rudely.

Amy stood at a rough 5 feet. Everything about her tiny. From her hands, to her waist. I'd say features, but I've never actually seen her face.

Her usual outfit is what you would call strange.

She wore this dark purple robe thing that had a hood attached. This hood sat at the top of her head at almost all times. The entire robe was a bit big on her, so the hood kind of just shadowed her face so you could barely even see her mouth. Under her robe she would wear a black bathing suit kind of thing- except it had long sleeves. Across her waist laid a loose golden belt, with a small moon pendant in the center. For shoes, she stuck with simple black boots.

Classy, I know.

"Who you calling a Munchkin, Skyscraper?" She snickers, walking closer to me.

"Adeline!" Andrew whines from inside, "I'm hungry!"

Amy scoffs under her breath, "Go ahead, Bitch, your boyfriends calling."

"Okay," I sigh, "you can call me a bitch, but no one calls him my boyfriend!" I reach to my belt and grip onto my swords handle, ready to strike at any given moment.

She raises both her arms from her side, and her hands begin glowing black. At first, I think she's going to levitate me and toss me into the woods, but instead, she floats a few stones around me.

"You've got a sword, I've got magic powers. Who do you think is going to win?" She sneers.

"Try me." I challenge her, already knowing I'm going to lose.

"Adeline!" Andrew calls again, "Addy, I'm hungry!" Ugh. I hate that nickname.

"Addy?" Amy snickers.

"Don't push it, Leprachaun. I'm this close," I raise my hand, and place my thumb and index finger about an inch apart, "to swinging this sword at you." I growl.

"Aww, is the poor Giant sensitive to her boyfriends nickname?" I see Amy pout.

"That's it." I grunt just before lunging at her with my sword drawn.

She dodges my attack fairly well, and the next thing I know, I'm being thrown against a nearby tree.

I fall to the ground with a loud thud, and stumble onto my feet.

"What's wrong Addy? Can't fight back? Should I call your boyfriend to help you?" Amy snickers, floating her way to me.

"I should wear a fucking name tag that says I'm not dating that Goon." I grumble standing up.

"You and Andrew.. You are truly not dating?" She asks, slowly descending herself onto the ground.

"What was I speaking before? Latin?" I spit.

"Oh," She straightens her posture. She shakes her head slightly and her hood falls off and I feel my mouth fall open.

She's gorgeous, to say the least.

Her eyes are chocolate brown, that sparkle whenever the sun slightly hit them. Her nose is small, holding a few freckles on the tip, and her brown hair sits roughly just below ear length.

She stretches out her hand, "Amy." She introduces herself. I stand up and make my way towards her.

"I know who you are." I reply, still awestruck. I reach out my hand and we do a mini hand shake.

"Sorry," She rubs the back of her neck with her hand, "you know, about saying all that shit about you."

"It's okay, I said my share of rude stuff too." I shrug.

"So you and Andrew..."

"Nope, just friends." I answer her unasked question.

"Thank, God." She smiles.

"Why? Does the little witch have a not-so-little crush on him?" I joke. I notice her cheeks flush a deep red. "No way! You do!" I exclaim.

"Shut up! I don't want the entire camp to know!" She hits me on my shoulder, "You wouldn't mind, would you? Like, if I dated him?" She sheepishly asks.

"Fuck him or play a game of tag with him, I don't care." I laugh shrugging.

"You really aren't into him." Amy stands there not believing me.

"He's so not my type." I laugh.

"Really? Because he's basically perfect." She swoons, her cheeks still a rosy red.

"Maybe to you," I laugh, "to me, he's just my ridiculous best friend."

"Just best friend?"

"Just best friend."