My Bestfriend's Other Bestfriend

Chapter 6

(Kayla Rushton)

"Hey, Rushton can't you go any faster!" that jerk shouted at me for a hundred time this past hour.

We were mountain climbing. Who's idea this is? Well, since Mark is back, this is his idea. He probably searching for one piece in his numerous adventures in the past. In short, adventure is his life which I hate because I can't feel my legs due to exhaustion. My bagpack is really heavy and the sun is striking.

I may have a strong personality but I was physically weak. Unlike Steph, who is known in weak personality but physically strong. No wonder, I was the last person walking in this stupid mountain.

I just rolled my eyes on him. Mark was the one heading the way. Steph was on his back. And John was telling me how stupid and weak I am the whole time.

It was just the four of us. I sighed. It is my fault. I know that I shouldn't come here in the first place.

"You okay?" I heard Mark's voice.

"No, I am freakin' fine, Mark," I shouted that sarcastic words.

I started walking again. Yeah, it should be Mark's fault. He is the one keep bugging me to come over for a little picnic inside the forest. I was tricked by him. Good thing, I got my pocket knife to sliced up his throat if ever I need surgery for having a numb feet.

"You looked like you are going to pass out anytime, dragon," he commented.

"Well, thank you for your concern, jerk. Here help me carry my things and try to shut up your mouth," I said throwing him my things. Whoa, he is a good catcher. "Nice catch, now get moving."

"Should I need to carry you, also. I don't think we can get to our destination having you walking on your own," he teased.

"Oh, shut up, Collins. I am trying my best to walk here."

And finally, after great hours of walking and carrying stuff we've reached our destination.

Mark told us what to do. Build a fire and do the tent. This was my first camp so I totally sucks at everything. The dark night came and the fire made a creaking sound. We sat circling around the fire and story telling time.

"So the girl died with just screaming?" I asked. They looked at me like I missed the whole point of the scary story. "What? I'm just asking that she just saw the ghost lurking around not literally killed her when all she do was screamed."

The boys sighed while Steph was shaking. Too much intense, huh? Am I too weird to ask for that questions? Hey, horror stories are full of holes...sometimes.

"Let's just change the story," Mark gave up. He noticed that I am not going get the point. "What story do you want next? The Creepy Library or Under the Bed," he said making his voice suspicious like narrating a horror movie.

"Mark, stop already. You already told us a million scary stories," Steph interrupted.

"You are no fun, Steph," he replied.

I kept silent. I was still freakin' tired after that long walk. I don't have much energy to talk.

"Next time, I am in charge of the outing," Steph proudly said.

"No!" Mark and I are in unison. I can't believe I even had that energy to shout together with him. Steph immediately frown.

"Why? What is wrong with that?" that jerk asked.

"The most regretful place I have been through," Mark stated with full expresion of disappoinments. I, on the other hand is having a goosebumps by just remembering that day.