Stuck in Camp Rivers

Stuck in Camp Rivers - Chapter 18

Hey guys. Again....gosh....I'm sorry. I know how annoying and irritating it is when authors don't upload, so I'm trying to not let you guys down. :) Hopefully it's working!

Anyways, enough of my rambling, here is the chapter. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

but ermagerd it's spencer's pov. *turns into a ratchet anime with big ass hearts in my eyes like a lovesick schoolgirl*

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Chapter 18.

　

~~SPENCER~~

　

I raised an eyebrow at Carson as I passed the joint over to him. He smirked at me, and took a long drag. We were sitting at the lake, getting stoned thanks to yours truly, who just magically got ourselves some good marijuana to lose ourselves on.

My eyes were glued to the blue lake, watching the slight waves ripple under the sun. It was pretty empty here, there were maybe a couple people over at the dock pushing each other off playfully. It was an Activity Day today, and everyone was doing Archary. Or rock climbing. Eh...I don't really care.

"Dude," Carson breathed contently. "You should have seen the girl I fucked last night."

My eyes trailed over to him, and he had his eyes closed with his head back contently.

"I probably have seen her," I said in amusement. It came out more cocky than I intended, but I shrugged. Carson rolled his eyes, and raised his eyebrows at me.

"Celia Evans?"

"Who?"

"Celia Evans. E-V-A--"

"I know how to spell Evans, you fuck," I muttered. "But do you think I bother remembering girls' names here?"

Carson smirked. "I think she was worth it."

"Describe her. Maybe I'll know who you're talking about." I sighed, not exactly interested in Carson's fuck-life, but instead too busy staring at the water. The waves seemed to get more...lumpy. I tilted my head to the side, grimacing. Lumpy waves? I guess the pot's getting to me already.

"Okay, man. Black hair, just past her shoulders, really tanned, rockin' body."

"Is that it?" I rolled my eyes.

"Well....I don't know."

"What colour eyes did she have?" I looked over at him, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Um, brown?"

I made an obnoxious tsk noise, and shook my head. Carson gave me the finger, and grimaced at me.

"Oh, so what? It's not like you give a shit about the skanks you fuck anyways!"

"You're right," I agreed, "I don't. They don't give a fuck about me either, Carson."

"Yeah, that's why as soon as you're finished, they go running off bragging to the entire camp how they 'finally got to fuck Spencer Rivers'." He rolled his eyes at me, proving his point. I chuckled at his facial expression, however I couldn't help but purse my lips at the fact that he was telling the exact truth.

"Yeah...." I trailed off.

"Has there ever been one girl?" Carson asked, his eyes pulsing with curiosity. I gave him a strange look. Carson and I only know each other from this stupid place, and as much as we've become somewhat good friends, we never really had talks like these. I was slightly surprised by his question.