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.)


15. Poker Night.

(Tyson's point of view.)

We were walking back to our cabin, Hunter kept going on about how he beat the shit out of a kid. I bet Hunter's lying. He beat me up, and he started that fight. Why wouldn't he start another one?

"Where's Scarlett?" Polaroid asked.

I looked up, she wasn't up with Hunter? I turned around and saw her slowly walking towards us, her shoulders were drooped and her eyes were trained on the ground. A sense of relief washed over me. She was okay, thank God.

Wait, why was I freaking out over her? Because it's only been two days with her and you like her but you refuse to swallow your pride and admit you're jealous of Hunter.

I waited for Scarlett while everyone else stepped inside. She looked up at me and offered a weak smile.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, just... worried about Hunter, I guess." She shrugged. A flame ignited in me. She was worried about that jerk? The one who beat me up over a girl, for no good reason, and she's worried?

"You don't know what really happened, he probably started it." I told her.

She nodded. "Yeah, but, still. He's hurt, I feel bad."

"Scarlett, it's a little blood. He'll be fine."

She nodded again and I smiled. She cared way too much, but she was cute about it. Hunter's wounds will heal, she doesn't need to worry.

We went inside, Hunter's eyes locked with mine and I felt the vile crawl up my throat like it usually does when I see him. The self-centered jerk. I don't want him to hurt Scarlett. She seems to fragile, Hunter would hurt her without knowing it.

He calls Scarlett over and they play their version of spin the bottle. I ignore them and sit down on my bunk, I pull out my iPod and listen to 'Break Even' by The Script. I fall asleep and before I know it, Scarlett is shaking me and giggling telling me we're going to be late. I get up and tug a sweater over my head. Scarlett has a Taylor Swift sweater on and a baseball hat on.

How does she do that? Go from one outfit to another- probably without even trying- and still look amazing? It can't be easy, but yet watching her it looks so simple.

We walk to the Rock Star room and neon strobe lights are flashing and a song is blaring so loud the bass shakes the walls. I feel a hand slip into mine and look down to see Scarlett wide-eyed and worried.

"Are you okay?" I shout over the music.

She shakes her head and I pull her outside. She sits down in a chair and starts to breathe heavily. What happened? I've never seen anyone like this, ever.

"What's wrong?" I ask and sit in a chair next to her.

"Claustrophobic. There's too many people in there." She says. Her breath is short and her words come out in slips. A pang of hurt hits me hard, I didn't know she was like that. If I had known I could've opted to stay outside in the front.

"Do you want to stay out here?" I ask. She nods eagerly and I smile. I pull out my iPod and we listen to music and talk. I've missed being able to connect this easily to people. I know that when Hunter's around I'm a total jack ass, but with Scarlett it's like I'm somewhat normal.

It's going to suck when she leaves.

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