Tyson tenses up when he sees Hunter, but says nothing. I offer him a small smile, he doesn't meet it and his head falls.
"Forgot something," he mutters and races back into the cabin.
"See?" Hunter says in a mocking tone. "Can't even look you in the eye."
"It wasn't because of me." I snap. "He acts that way around you."
Hunter gives me a questioning look, but says nothing. A voice in the back of my mind asks why I would stand up for Tyson, he rarely ever acts kindly.
But it's only my second day here, so, why am I giving it so much thought?
Jeremy walks out smiling. "Are you guys ready for poker night?"
"What?" I ask.
"Yeah, that's the evening activity. Poker night, every one's given like, a hundred bucks and you play poker games." Jeremy explains. "I plan to win tonight!"
"Real money?" I ask skeptically.
"No, it's fake." Hunter tells me smiling.
How can he do that? Go from happy, to angry, to an ignorant person, to happy again? Was it because Jeremy was out here and he wants to put on a good show or something?
The other guys come out and I spot Tyson in the back with a jacket pulled on loosely and his iPod in his hands. I sigh and walk with Polaroid to in front of the mess hall, councilors hold up signs with activities and I can't help but smile.
Over by the Rock Star room is Jubilee holding up a sign in multi-colored letters spelling out ARTS & CRAFTS.
"Go find your activities." Polaroid tells us. I make a B-line to Jubilee and wait for others to join us. I lean against a tree and let my mind wander. What song am I going to sing at the end of the week? What song will I make a music video for?
"Well, look who we have here?"
I lazily open my eyes and turn my head to the side. Tyson smiled brightly at me and I smile back.
"You're in Arts and Crafts?" He asks me.
"Well, seeing that I'm here I would guess so." I reply. He smiles and looks away. I can't help but admire how the light hits his hair beautifully and makes his eyes shine brighter.
"What else are you doing?" I find myself asking.
"Guitar next, then I think... writing? I don't remember." He said while he scanned his mind. I smile again and shake my head.
"I think I have the same activities with you." I said.
Tyson leans against the tree with me and smiles down at me. I never noticed how much taller than me he was, I have to look up at him now.
I look away from Tyson and see Alexandra, Marcelene, and Carrie walking over to me in a giggling mess. I smile and wave at them. They join us and then Jubilee takes roll. Then, we go down to a little shack/cabin and two picnic tables are covered in string, paint, markers, beads, and paper. I smile and go to the far corner of the picnic tables. Some string is in front of me and I find a pair of scissors.
Alexandra, Marcelene, and Carrie hang out with the other few who came. I look up to a baseball backstop and hear happy people's laughs.
I smile to myself.
"It's called Ga-Ga." Tyson says as he takes the seat across from me. "It's a game, kind of like dodge ball."
I nod and go back to the bracelet I'm making. I found out a while back that making things with my hands lets my mind drift away from pain. One of the reasons I picked up a guitar.
"Are you okay?" Tyson asks me.
I look up and shrug. Am I okay? No, I'm falling for Tyson when I don't know a thing about him. I don't know him, so why do I like him.
"Can I... can I please ask you something?" I ask softly.
"Depends..." he says. The marker in his hand stops and he rests an open palm on his paper he was drawing on.
"You don't have to answer, but, what happened between you and Hunter?"
Tyson's eyes go cold and I scold myself. Why am I even bringing this up again? He didn't respond earlier, so why would he now? He sighs, then leans in closer.
I run to join my cabin, I stopped to tie my shoelace and fell behind. It's the last day here, sadly. I didn't want to go home yet, I'll have to ask my parents to come here for two weeks next year. I smile at the thought of that.
I turn around and Hunter is walking up to me, he looks mad. He reaches me and I feel a fist collide into the side of my face then I fall to the ground. I blink a few times and hear Hunter cuss me out.
Wait, what did I do? I hardly spoke to him! Hunter punches me again and I curl up trying to protect myself. Why was he doing this?
"Enough you two!" Guvna pulls Hunter off of me. I wipe my nose and see a trail of red on my finger tips. "What happened?"
"He came up and started to punch me." I say.
"Liar! You stole her from me!" Hunter cries.
"What? What girl?" Guvna asks.
"Missy. She said she liked me now she says she likes him." Hunter says. Does he realize how childish he sounds? He's twelve, and he's acting like he's a five year old!
"I don't like her. She knows that." I say slowly.
Hunter scowls and marches off. Guvna shakes his head and faces me.
"Are you okay?" He asks me.
I nod. I go to the bathroom to wash off then I find my way to the overlook to wait for my parents. Hunter keeps watching me, he's hanging out with the other guys from the cabin and Missy and a few of her friends. Was he jealous of me? Whatever his problem was, I didn't know and didn't care. I just don't want to deal with him anymore.
"So that's it?" I ask.
Tyson nods his head and goes back to his drawing. I bite my lip and return to the thread between my fingers.