Stranded

Chapter 3

I heard footsteps coming out of the woods. "That was fast," I said, turning to look at him.

"Hey beautiful," a lanky boy said emerging from the woods.

"Can I help you?" I asked standing up and placing my hands of my hips.

"Well, since you asked, yes you could," he said.

"With what?" I asked.

"I think you know," he said.

"Ha. You're funny. How old are you? you look like you are 12, 14 tops," I finished.

"I'm 16, thank you!" he snapped at me. He really did look 12 or 14 though. I guess it was his boyish smile and is shaggy brown hair that made him look younger. He was tall and buff looking, not so much that you could see his muscle lines without him flexing though. 

"Fantastic!" I began sarcastically, "I'm being hit on by a 16 year old. It must be my lucky day."

"Actually, it is," he said raising his eyebrows and smirking at me.

"Keep dreaming, kid," I said turning my back to him. 

"Come on baby, let's do it. You and I both know you want me, so how about you just stop playing hard to get, and get with me," He said trying to sound like a douche bag jerk in highschool. 

"Excuse me?" I asked turning around. "You are just hysterical now aren't you? Drop the douche act and maybe we can be friends, but we will never be anything more than friends. Just keep that in that thick skull of yours," I finally finished.

"Sorry," He said. "I thought it was worth a shot."

"Nice try, now maybe you should go back to bed, by yourself," I said. 

"I'm not a little kid. I can go back to bed when I want," He smarted off.

"Sam, what are you doing up?" Nathan asked coming out of the woods. "Go back to bed."

"Nate! There you are! I was looking for you. I woke up and you were gone," Sam explained.

"Well you found me. Now go back to bed. This stubborn girl will not leave the beach, so I have to stay with her." Nathan sounded annoyed.

"I beg your pardon? Um, it was my choice to stay. You don't have to stay here. Hell, I don't even want you here. I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself," I defended. 

"Oh really? Well good luck with that. I guess this is goodbye. Have fun being attacked tonight. Come on, Sammy. We're going back to bed," Nathan argued.

"I'm not going anywhere," Sam said putting his foot down.

"Come on Sam!" Nathan then grabbed same by the arm and started dragging him.

"Nate! Stop it! You have been such a dick these past few weeks! I'm sorry that Carrie didn't make it, I really am. But come on man, you have to get over it already. We've been here for what? Two almost three weeks by now? I know that Macy just woke up, and you think it's not fair for her to wake up since Carrie didn't wake up, but you have--" Sam was cut off.

"Shut up," said Nathan calmly.

"Nate, she's not coming back."

"I said Shut up! " Nathan snapped, shoving Sam to the ground and dissappearing furiosly into the woods. 

"Sam, are you okay?" I asked squating beside him.

"Yeah, I'm good. He just won't accept what happened. She died the day we got here. He's had at the least, two weeks to deal with it. He just will not accept the fact that sh eisn't coming back. And he thinks you're the stubborn one," he said with a low chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. Who was she?" I asked him. 

"He said that they were just friends, but I knew that they liked each other, maybe even loved each other. But anyways, his label for her was his bestfriend. She was beautiful too, long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes. They were so cute together too. So we all woke up one day, on the island. We weren't all together though. I woke up in in this spot," he said drawing an outline of the island in the sand, and then a little x inside the outline. "Nate woke up over here," He drew another little x on the opposite side of the island, " and we found Carrie here." He drew a big x right in the center of the island. "She was dead when we found her. We don't know how she died. She looked perfect on the outside, beautiful and colorful, no scratches, holes, or wounds. There was no pulse, no breath, no nothing. We assumed she just had a heartattack or a stroke or something. Anyways, Nate has been a mess since then. He hates andyone new who shows up, and he hasn't smiled, laughed, or showed any kind of emotion since that day," Sam finally finished. 

"Oh, wow. I'm so sorry. I guess that is why he hates me then. Pretty much just becasue I'm breathing, and Carrie's not. I feel terrible now. I was so rude to him. With all that he is going through, I should not have said anything. When you see him again, will you please tell him I'm so sorry?" I asked him.

"Why don't you come do it?" he asked.

"Oh no. I'm sure he doesn't want to see me. At least not tonight. I might talk to him tomorrow, or maybe in a few days," I lied. I never wanted to show my face to him again. 

"Oh I'm sure he won't mind an apology. He's just a really good guy in a really jacked up situation," Sam said.

"Aren't we all?" I asked before laying down and closing my eyes, letting myself drift into a deep sleep.