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Getting Rid of the Promise

"Adeline?"

"Yes, Andrew."

"I'm hungry."

I sigh out an annoyed breath, "Again?! I just fed you!"

"Please," He gives me his puppy dog eyes, "I'm a growing boy."

"You eat more than a fucking elephant." I groan, throwing a pillow at him, causing him to send me a playful wink.

I get out of the comfortable position I'm in, and stumble out of bed and head out of the tent to look for some food.

I desperately look left and right hoping to spot one of the chefs of the tribe, but my search gets cut short when I bump into an all too familiar chest.

I look up and am greeted by the blue eyes I haven't seen in what seems like ages.

"I-I'm sorry." Christian barely mumbles out, breaking eye contact, and making his way around me.

"No, I'm sorry. I bumped into you." I stupidly apologize, slowly following after him.

I notice he's carrying a few logs of firewood, and rush over to help him.

"What's with all the wood?" I laugh, taking a few of the smaller pieces from him.

"It's nothing." He quickly grumbles, taking the pieces back from me, and walking around me.

Okay. Now I have either one of two choices.

Either;

1. Confront Christian about why he's been avoiding me.

Or

2. Walk away like the good 'boy' I should be.

Well. I'm not really a good guy anyways, so there goes that idea.

"Hey, Christian?" I turn around, and call after him.

"Yeah?" He answers, continuing walking.

I stalk behind him, "Did I do something?" I bluntly ask, causing him to freeze in his tracks.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why aren't you talking to me?" I ask, walking over next to him.

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

"Chris, this entire past week you've basically avoided me. If it's because of the kiss-"

"It has nothing to do with the kiss!" He bursts, his eyes slowly turning into a darker shade of blue. " We haven't talked because I've been busy." He lamely says.

"It's not just because you're busy. I've seen you walk around camp with nothing to do, but you just ignore me." I say, frustration slowly talking over me.

"I do no such thing." He replies.

"Are you seriously gonna stand there and act like you don't fucking avoid me?" I ask, my voice growing louder.

"Adeline, leave." He suggests, his voice slightly shaking from the same anger as mine.

"Gladly." I spit.

He opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but stays quiet.

I've come to a conclusion- I most definitely hate this kid.

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Christians POV.

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I desperately flip through Serena's magic books hoping to find what I'm looking for.