Under pressure

3. The camp (Part 3)

*Betty's POV*

I take the ball, run, and score. My team starts screaming in support and I hear all my friends doing the same.

"How the hell are you guys back already?! We have like 10 more minutes," I ask them.

"We got out of the practices early, princess," Jug says, making me blush a little and my brothers tease him. He doesn't even care, he just looks at me. I smile a little and go back to the game.

"14:14! The one who scoees wins!" I hear the goalkeeper for the other team shouting. We all nod and they play the ball open.

We start playing. A girl from the other team pushes Jennifer, a girl from mine.

"Woah woah!" I shout as she falls on the ground, grabbing her ankle.

Everyone runs to her, "Are you oksy? Oh my gosh," they all start asking.

I chuckle, "Jen, it's not a real game. Don't fake please," I sah and give her my hand. She takes it and I pull her up.

She giggles, "Penalty! You all believed me," she says.

"No way," the other girl laughs.

They fist bump and we continue. And Jen goals. We all laugh.

"We won," she giggles.

I ruffle her hair and run to the others, "So.. Can we go and eat something?" I ask.

"An hour until lunch," Cher says.

I sigh, "Did you bring something?" I ask.

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, but I'm not giving you. You eat all the good stuff," she says.

I narrow my eyes a little. I look at Jor and Chic, "You got anything?" I ask.

"Money," Chic says.

I groan, "I thought you said you're bringing chips?" I ask.

"I thought you were," he says.

"You said to me-" I start.

He stands up, "That I'm gonna take money and you food," he says.

"I told you like 3 days ago that I have too many clothes for fitting food," I say.

"Hey, don't-"

"Woah, woah, guys," Jor says as we keep arguing.

"I have food, okay?" Jug shouts.

We shut up, "What do you have?" Chic asks.

"Come on," he chuckles and starts going. We all follow him. We have to walk for about 500 meters to get out of the woods to his beach hut.

I squat down to tie my shoelaces. I see Jug staying behind a little, which makes me smile. I tie them and then start running after them.

But yeah, as usual, I fall. "Crap!" I shout. They all start laughing.

"Not funny," I laugh, "Fuck that hurts."

"Wow where's the perfect girl next door now?" Archie chuckles.

"She's not perfect," Chic says as e knows that I'll wtart yelling at Archie otherwise.

They're still walking towards me, but Jug is here already. He offers me his hand. I gulp and take it. And he pulls me up.

"Thanks," I sigh.

He looks at my knee like it's gross. "Blood?" I ask.

He looks up at me, "You can say that," he says.