My Paper Heart.

Scarlett is going to a new camp. One problem, she was placed in the wrong cabbin and is roomed with five incredibly adorable guys. Each with their own story. But one sticks with her the most, and time flies by too quickly.

(This is also posted on Wattpad under Don't Leave Me so if you see it on there that's why.)


14. Hunter.

Tyson and I walked back to the mess hall talking about our upcoming performance. He said he could play the guitar and sing; I could sing and put more emotion into the performance.

"So, it seems as if everything is planned out perfectly." I said smiling.

Tyson nodded, he seemed to go back to giving me the cold shoulder as we neared the rest of our cabin. I saw Hunter, he looked livid.

What's his problem? We got closer and I was able to take in Hunter's appearance, his hair was matted and he seemed to have gotten into a fight. His knuckles were torn open and his lip was busted open.

Shock and terror went through me. What the hell happened?!

"Hunter!" I cried. I ran over and wrapped my arms around him, I let go and cupped his face in my hands. "What happened to you?"

His eyes looked away from mine, apparently his sneakers were more interesting. "It's nothing."

"Don't you lie to me, you're bleeding!" I said. Finally his eyes met mine and he sighed.

"A guy was talking shit about me. He threw the first punch so I'm okay, well, not in trouble anyways." He flashed me a crooked smile and a little tension left me. Hunter seemed to be a fighter, what with Tyson and now this mystery guy.

"Okay guys, go into the mess hall. We'll have dinner, go back to the cabin and relax, then come back here for poker night." Dundee said. I followed everyone inside and we all shared an awkward silence. Tyson had his eyes trained on his plate and didn't say anything, something told me he was thinking about Hunter's fight.

The other guys were listening to Hunter's story on what happened, the councilors turning a blind eye and acting like Hunter wasn't talking. I guess violence wasn't a winner in Pali.

I got up and took my plate to the wash bin.

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