(Tyson's point of view)
How could Hunter have gotten into the cabin? He never went to Scarlett's room, so how did he sneak anything in her stuff?
Then there's always the chance that Hunter is just bluffing. That seems more predictable.
"What are you talking about?" Scarlett asked. She stopped crying but her sobs have been replaced by hiccups. It's kinda cute, actually, but I know I need to find whatever Hunter hid.
"I think Hunter hid beer or something in your room." I explain to her.
"He told everyone you were drunk last night, that you snuck in liquor, or something like that. I think he hid some by your bunk."
"How would he have gotten any in the first place?"
I shrug. "Maybe he snuck some in?"
Scarlett shakes her head. "I don't know what to think."
I hug her tighter and let her cry onto my shoulder.
We need to make sure, just to be safe. I can't let Scarlett be sent home just yet, it wouldn't be fair.
"Let's go find Polaroid." I tell her. She nods and we walk into the mess hall.
"Tyson, Scarlett, where were you!" Dundee practically screams when we're near the table.
"Talking to Hunter, look something happened and-"
"McClain? The one that was in our cabin?" Polaroid asks in disbelief.
I sigh annoyed. "Yes. That Hunter. Look, we think he hid," I look around and see people watching us. What are they staring at? Are we a freak show or something? I turn back to Polaroid and lower my voice. "Hunter said he hid alcohol in Scarlett's room, last night he slipped slipping pills in her drink."
The look on Polaroids face is shocked. Heck, I would be denying the story too if I were him.
"Scarlett," he asks her, "is that true?"
The fragile, crying girl nods her head and brings her nails up to her lips. She shakes slightly and I take her hand in mine.
Polaroid gulps hard. Nervously, he looks around the room and then nods. "Let's go to the cabin. We'll look, and if we find anything then we'll make sure nothing happens."
"What about Hunter?" I ask. Polaroid's already walking hurriedly to the cabin and I'm left pulling Scarlett behind me.
"Let me deal with him." He replies shortly.
(Scarlett's point of view)
I can't believe Hunter would do this. We pass by the kitchen and I think about how Tyson skipped breakfast.
I grab an apple, he needs to eat something, doesn't he?
"Here," I say softly and push it into his other hand as we leave the mess hall.
He looks down then smiles. "I'm not hungry."
"Liar," I force a smile, "every morning you have one."
He seems to be forcing the same smile. "Thank you."
I nod. We get to the cabin and the first thing that happens is Tyson and Polaroid launch themselves into a frenzied search.
I blink a few times then decide to search too. I look by my suitcase and find nothing. I look by my pillow and sleeping bag and I'm left with nothing.
"Do you have any other bags?" Polaroid asks. He sighs and folds his hands behind his head as he looks around the small room.
I try to think, do I? There's the bag with all my bathroom stuff. Maybe he hid it there?
I go into the bathroom and see the neon blue plastic bag like I left it this morning. I open it and start to dig around.
The more I think about it, I realize I haven't used this bag after the first day. I took everything I would generally need out and just zipped the bag back up. I haven't touched it for a few days.
There's a pouch on the side of the bag, I reach in and I feel a little bottle. Jackpot, I think smiling.
I pull out a little bottle of something called 'Fireball Malt Liquor'.
"I got it!" I say happily. Both of the guys rush in and I give the bottle to Polaroid. I feel like I was just part of a massive Easter Egg hunt and I won.
"Check for anything else?" Tyson whispers to me. He looks pale, his eyes have a dullness added to them.
I nod and reach in again. This time, I find a mini bottle of Jack Daniels. I dig around hoping to find something else but that's it.
After a while Polaroid turns to Tyson, "You and Hunter don't like each other right?"
"These are tiny. The most trouble you'll get in is no evening activities. But, if you're going to be sent home, you need more."
"He never said anything about Tyson going home." I say.
"Yeah, but you never know. I just want to be sure." Polaroid says. Well, it wouldn't hurt to look, would it?
We head to Tyson's room and search. After half an hour there's nothing we've found.
"I think Hunter was only after me," I say. I sit down on Tyson's bed and we all pause when we hear a crinkling noise.
"Get up," Polaroid tells me.
I get up and he lifts the mattress up, there's boxes of empty cigaret packs and flattened beer cans.
"How do you sneak this stuff in?" I ask.
Polaroid sighs. "I finally found him."
"What?" I ask.
"Every year or so, some kid puts these things in a cabin then rats the other guy out. He cries and swears he never saw them, it happened too frequently so we stopped believing whoever turned them in."
"How'd you not know who turned them in?" Tyson snaps.
"He would write down what he knew and slip the paper into the main office when no one was around." Polaroid explains slowly. Obviously he can see the clouds of smoke coming from Tyson's ears and just wants to put out this raging fire.
"So, what now?" I ask.
"Well, all I can think is to go find Hunter." Polaroid says.