IN THE ARMS OF MR. MICHAELS (UNDER MAJOR REVISION)

CHAPTER EIGHT

"You can't fight hatred with hatred and expect anyone to listen to you. You can only try to lessen it with humor, wit, truth and commonsense. If that doesn't work run like hell, while they throw rocks at you."
― Shannon L. Alder

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They made it to their destination unscathed, though it was quite a task since rocks are on their way and only their flashlight guided them.

Following the shore around the island was way difficult than they had expected. Rocks were everywhere and sharp in edges that hard to get through.

By the time they had arrived, the sun was already peeking on the east side of the world. Her breath now ragged and she's sweating now than ever because of exhaustion. Her muscles in her legs ache like hell.

She felt like she was ready to collapse anytime. She can also smell herself now, smelled like she hasn't taken a bath for more than a week. She grimaced with the smell.

She looked around her and caught Robert staring at her with his raised eyebrow. She frowned at him.

"What are you looking at?" she stood with her hands on her waist, challenging him to utter any nonsense.

He just shrugged at her then looked away.

She looked at Jul beside her. She found him sweating too much and gasping for air while sitting on the top of the rock. He was in a more horrible state than her.

"Are you okay Jul?"

He didn't answered right away, still breathing hard. She came to his side to offer any help she can.

"I'm fine, Anya...." He started then stopped to take another lungful of air.

"I'm fine. I'm just not used to this freaking activity....." He took another deep breath.

"If you just know how to work out with that fats of yours, then you would've been fine now." The stupid Robert butted in.

She gave him a cold glance that could freeze his soul in hell.

He rolled his eyes then looked away.

She looked back at Jul. She found him throwing deadly glare to Robert's way with now, surprisingly, an even breathing. Ready to bite his head off.

"If looks could just do what my mind want, he would've been in my arms now." Jul commented with sarcasm. Now, it's Robert's turn to glare at Jul's way.

"In your dirty dreams!" Robert spat under his breath. She just watched them with a smile plastered on her face, now entertained with their spar.

Jul just smiled at him sarcastically with crossed arms.

"D'you really want to know what's in my dream?" Jul asked him with smirk and a raised eyebrow, challenging him to answer.

Robert grimaced with that question, knowing what's coming on his way.

'This is gonna be fun!' she exclaimed in her thought.

"I don't want to hear any dirty thoughts from you JULIO." Robert retorted with deep frown in his face. Annoyance visible on his face.

Jul growled hearing his cursed first name but quickly composed himself to retaliate.

"Oh, come on, Mr. "ROBBIE". I know you'd like to hear about it. Don't be shy."

She snorted hearing that. Making Robert to glare at her way.

Jul just smiled at him. Challenging him to make a retaliation.