Bunking With Boys

Chapter 31: The Bitter Sweet Taste of Your Own Medicine

Avery's POV

"Oh, sweet freedom!" Callum said falling to the ground as soon as we arrived at Elliot's cabin.

It was a large log building that resembled more of a mansion than anything. It was up on a hill and consisted of two stories. There was a porch swing and a hammock lost in the trees of the front yard. The place looked really expensive and nice but homey at the same time.

"Get up off the floor ya dweeb," Keegan told him crawling out of the back of Bentley's SUV with a couple of suitcases in hand and Eva trailing alongside him.

"It's the ground but go off you unintellectual fool." Callum spits before looking up at Keegan and seeing his not so happy face. Callum quickly stood to his feet and ran towards the fence, hopping it when he arrived. Keegan followed and I looked away knowing it was out of my hands now.

If one of them died I wouldn't be to blame and that was all that mattered.

Elliot completely ignores them and gets to talking. "So there's six rooms. We all have to share except one of us. I was thinking we could all just bunk with who we room with at home and then have Eva and Sawyer together and Mona be alone. If that's okay?" He asked looking around at all of us. No one complained so we just went along with it.

Dawson's also over next to me and looks to my eyes deviously before running off. "Race you!" He yells already feet ahead of me.

That little fucker.

I chase after him right away. And although I tried to sound angry when I yelled at him, my smile peeled through and gave away my true emotions.

My feet pound against the dirt, then concrete of the steep driveway and soon the hardwood floors inside the cabin. I didn't even bother thinking about it either of us ended up tracking dirt inside making a mess we'd both have to clean later, but something about Dawson made me not have to worry about the little things that we'd have to focus on later. It was always the now with him.

I let out an all too loud and hyena-like laugh when he manages to stumble into a coffee table and shake his foot as he runs.

And although injured, he's still faster than me because I'm one unhealthy and out of shape bitch.

He roughly pulls open the glass door to the back patio, peeking back at me to see how far I was before darting off quicker than before.

Damn, did he have some good ass cardiovascular fitness.

He jumps down the steps of the deck and keeps running through the neatly contained forest. For a second I contemplate giving up, mainly because I couldn't breathe right now and my entire body felt like it would soon fall apart limb by limb. But something in me had to win. I would beat him at whatever this was and I'd be fucking proud afterward. So I keep running.

I see Keegan still chasing Callum around the hot tub and the pool. Well, I see Callum quickly avoiding him and teasing him the entire time. And I really wish I could stick around longer to watch.  Maybe I'd get lucky and someone would record it.

Soon they're no longer in sight and it's just a bunch of trees and other landscape shit surrounding us both.

I keep running after Dawson until a clearing with a large lake pops up and he somehow disappears.