You Wouldn't Understand My Reality // Wyatt Oleff(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3

~Activities Of Exercise~

Wyatt's POV

It's the morning. Sophia asked me to bring Y/n out to the campfire. Y/n didn't bother speaking to me, she was in a bad mood. And I couldn't bring her out.

Y/n missed the first camp's campfire talk.
And Randi didn't even try to care. I could tell.

I see Randi has not changed.

I lie on the top bunk of my bunk bed. Y/n is still asleep but she looks mentally uncomfortable. No, that sounds weird.

Distressed. Nightmare?
Her. Annoying?
Hotel. Trivago?

I look at the time on my phone, seven o' three. We have to get up at seven-thirty and be at the cafeteria at eight.

I sigh, lying on my side and looking at her.

"I wish we were still friends. If I'm being honest with you. But you know nothing about me or my fucked up past so don't pester me."

Did she really mean that? Would it even be worth it if I tried to give her some peace?

All I can remember from her background is the arguing of her home and that...messed up possessed dog. God was that thing a disgrace for all dog kind...

Her eyes shut peacefully, her h/c hair messy, she looks kind of cute sleeping...WAIT WHAT.

I shake my head before sitting up. I cannot be thinking that. I hate her guts! Her fellow cast members are even worse!!

Nonetheless, there seems to be one activity or activities in an area spread throughout five days. And we're gonna be here for a matter of three months so that's going to verrrrry interesting. They wouldn't repeat activities, would they? I wonder what they're up to. The camp, that is.

There are about seven different clans.

Snow Leopard Clan.
Turtle Clan.
Hedgehog Clan.
Wild Cat Clan.
Bat Clan.
Venus Fly Trap Clan.
And the Deer Clan.

I believe Millie is in the Venus Fly Trap Clan.

Poor Millie.

I occupy myself with something to do until seven-thirty ticks by.

Just when seven-thirty clicks by...I hear a groan. I glance over. Okay, Y/n is waking up.

"Good morning to you too, sleepyhead."

"Piss off."

I chuckle, smirking and she sighs, throwing the pillow over her head.

"Not sleep so good?"

"Why do you care?" She grumbles, disturbed from her sleep turning over to look at me across the room.

"I don't. I'm just curious."

"I hate you." She scolds.

"Mood."

A small smirk appears on her lips before she pulls up her jumper to hide it. I smirk as well, I have to say Mood at least five times a day I swear to God.

"When are we getting up?"

"Now." I say, before jumping down the bunk bed. She groans and turns over. I glare up at her. "Seriously. Get up. I won't get in trouble because of you."

"Yeah, yeah." She groans, hopping down her bed. I throw off my shirt and her eyes widen for a moment.

I pause what I'm doing. Why is she looking at me?