Bad Boy Shivers

Chapter 8

Regan’s POV

After our day at the river (which consisted of me staring at two shirtless boys all day) we went back to the tents. When I was finally able to sit down and rest my legs, Mum was back to bossing as around again. Apparently 'us kids' hadn't done anything to help out while we were here and had to make dinner tonight. I insisted on pancakes while Blakey said we should just have cereal. Like seriously? We have been arguing over this for like the last 10 minutes.

"No way are we having that disgusting, dry, shit excuse of a cereal for dinner!" I said angrily while glaring at Blakey. He glared back with the same amount of anger in his eyes. 

"Fine, make whatever you want but I am not helping!" He said while running his hand through his hair. 

"Hunter!" I said spinning around to look at him, "What do you think we should have?" I said raising my eyebrows. I wanted to raise just the one eyebrow but I can't do that. I wish I could but I can't, I have always been jealous of people who can do that. 

"Ummmmm...." Hunter stuttered nervously. I'm guessing Blakey was sending him a glare so he didn't know who's side to be on. Just to be sure, I spun around and sure enough Blakey had an evil look on his face and to top it all off, he had one eyebrow raised.

That just made my blood boil even more, how dare he raise an eyebrow when I can't. I spun around and gave Blake one more deathly glare.

"You know what, I don't care what you want, I am making pancakes and you can either help and have some or not help have some of your own fucking cereal" I rambled in one big sentence while glaring at Blakey. He shrugged and grabbed the dry cereal and sat down.

I glared at him and dragged Hunter by the arm over to the portable BBQ (and pan) that we would be cooking the pancakes on. The pancakes were sadly a packet made one which you just added milk to. I loved homemade pancakes they were just better but I guess that this will do. Because there are quite a few of us, I will have to do two packets. Even though Blakey was being very stubborn, I know for a fact that later he will be complaining that he is hungry, so I will make enough mixture for him too. Also I don't want to get in trouble for not making him any.

Pouring the packets into a large bowl, I added the milk and mixed. Once the mixture was done I tasted it and it wasn't quite sweet enough. I walked over and grabbed the sugar that was meant for the teas and coffees. 

As I bent down to grab the sugar I heard a SLOOSH sound and felt something sticky dripping down my face. I glanced down at my top and noticed the pancake mixture dripping down and falling on the ground. I stood up and slowly turned around to met a smirking Blake. My eyes turned into little slits. I felt tears prick at the corner of my eyes as I glared at him before stomping past him and grabbing a towel. 

As I waddled my way over to the showers a few sobs left my mouth. I can't believe him, that jerk. He is such an ass. I thought we were over this, I thought he wasn't going to do this kind of thing anymore. He is such a jerk. I cringed at my legs strapped together. The stupid mixture had wet my skinny jeans and my legs were just aching to get out of these jeans right now. 

I angrily wiped the tears from eyes as I rounded the corner and reached the showers. As I slid into one of the cubicles I quickly tugged my pants off and sighed. My legs already felt so much better but I couldn't wait to be able to jump in the shower and clean all this gunk out of my hair. (If you had ever got pancake mixture in your hair, you would know that it is kind of like paint, it is sticky at first and then it sort of drys in clumps and makes your hair all stuck together).

Once I had finally finished my shower (which took an hour to get everything out of my hair) I felt so much cleaner and nice. After I got changed and carried my pancake covered clothes all the way back to the campsite I was met with a smirking Blake. Instantly my blood started to boil again. What an ass, how could he do that to me. I was meant to make dinner for everyone and then he goes along and pours it over my head.