The bread, bread scene

TUESDAY. 7:57 AM.

She groans the more, "Why wouldn't she be? Didn't you see the look on her face when she told us she liked Adrian?"

"But I like Adrian too."

"What if she likes Adrian more than you do?"

"I don't think you can measure how much someone likes a person."

"I think you can."

I sigh, brushing my hair back; the feeling of misery rushing back in. Great. Now I have three negative emotions—Insecurity, Inferiority and Misery. "What I did, was it bad?"

"Lying? Yes. Being deceitful? Yes. Bringing misunderstandings and thereby making someone sad? Yes."

I groan again. This is getting worse. How can I continue pursuing a guy which a girl who thinks of me as a friend likes? Aish, this is a hundred times more complicated. If my phone isn't out of battery, I will have googled that, but at the same time, Goggle might not have the answer I'm looking for. Right at this moment, I feel like running round this field, yelling out my lungs in frustration then jumping into the water and finally drowning. But that's just a coward's way of thinking. And I'm no coward.

I flip my straight hair over my shoulders, trying to gain some confidence, "Well, it doesn't matter. I came for Campeek! to get Adrian to like me, so—"

"Hey! You said you didn't come because of him."

I give her a sweet smile, "I lied."

She lets out a hush of breath, "Just as if I knew."

"So, I'm going to do just that." I give her a confident smile.

She sighs again, knowing she can't say anything to change my mind.

"It won't be hard even if Madison's here, right?" I ask looking straight ahead in deep thought, chewing slowing on my sixth slice.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"He'd notice me for sure, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"And everything would be okay, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

I abruptly stop in my tracks and glare at her, "Would you stop saying 'Yeah, I guess so'? Don't you have an appropriate answer?"

She nods her head before answering, "I guess so."

I bare my teeth at her, giving her a threatening look.

"What? It's different. There was no 'Yeah' this time."

I scoff then chuckle at her.

We stand there for some seconds, enjoying each other's presence until I break the silence [isn't much of a silence since every single soul around us is screaming and talking loudly]. "I'm going for another slice, all this worrying made me hungry."

I turn around to leave when she calls me back, "You still want more? Aren't you going to finish the whole food for the rest of the Campers?"

"That's not my problem. I should eat to my satisfaction."

She folds her arms and gives me a straight look, "Says who?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Yes. That's better than you cutting the conversation every time."

"Okay fine, you asked for it."

"Yeah, tell me."

"The bible."

She frowns.

"The lord is my shepherd; I shall not want." I say and she shuts her eyes in disappointment. "He has provided this bread for me so why should I starve?" I run off to the next table. Ignoring Jenny's comments, more because I can't hear her over the noise.

After getting my bread, I bite into it with a happy sigh. "Finally. Something good." Then walk back to Jenny and she just shakes her head at me.

She opens her mouth to say something but someone else interrupts, "Jenny! Come over here."

The first person that'll come to my mind is Benji coming to disturb Jen but there's million things wrong with that;

One. The name isn't Jenny Babe

Two. It sounds harsh.

Three. It's a girl's voice.

I look to Reyna about three meters away waving Jen over. I instantly remember Jenny telling me how she was treated by her and I decide to defend her, I have to, Jenny never had the guts to stand up to people.

"Hey, what do you want now?" I ask in a rude tone. Yesterday doesn't make us friends, so she should know her boundaries.

She ignores me and continues speaking to Jen, "Jenny, come here. I need you to help me with something."

Jenny's about to go to her but I pull her back, "What is it you can't do by yourself?"

She gives me a hard look before responding, "I can't open my punch," She shakes the close red cup. "I need her to take the cover off."

"Well, bring it. I'll open it."

"Hell, mind your business Kinsley." She eyes me.

I step forward, "You-"

Jenny stops me, "No, just leave it. She looks like she wants to get a reaction from you, I'll just open it and get back." She leaves and I huff in defeat, chewing hard on my bread.

People infuriating me is the last thing I like. If I wasn't to be on my best behavior and act like an angel in front of Coach, I would have pulled her hair back and possibly hit her. Not just her, even that annoying piece of broccoli. No one likes Broccoli and I guess no one likes him too since I've never seen him with friends. Serves him right, people like him shouldn't be friendworthy.

I put the whole slice in my mouth, half of it hanging out of my lips as I turn around to get more bread but I stop in my tracks when I spot him.

Speak of the devil.

Jake stands in front of me, about a foot away with his hands in his pocket as usual, a black hoodie over a grey top and light blue jeans alongside white sneakers, his dark blonde hair sticking out of his black beanie. For someone who got woken up really early, he sure looks okay; better than how I must look. Then I glare at him; his mere presence making me feel infuriated.

Why is he staring at me now? Does he really enjoy making me angry? Can't he just leave me alone? He doesn't get to ruin my life and still look perfect. Let him get a pimple, a mosquito bite, sun burn; just something.

My eyes widen when I see him slowly walking towards me. Then he stops, right in front of me, causing me to raise my head to look up at him.

I can't move. He could be a Vampire or a Wizard; his green eyes just has the power to make me stop whatever it is I was going to do.

I watch as his eyes drops to my lips, well, my bread since it was still hanging out of my mouth. A small smile forms on his lips and without saying anything he lowers his head, moving closer to my face. My eyes remain wide the whole moment, unable to do or say anything as I hold my breath, wondering what he's doing.

I move back a little but that doesn't stop him as he opens up his mouth, biting a piece of the bread from my mouth, our lips almost touching.

What. In. The. World.

He straightens back up, chewing with a smile on his face while I continue to stare at him like someone having a seizure.

And he walks away.

I stand still for what feels like 100 years, trying to wrap my head around what just happened 1 second ago. And I get angry, immediately spitting the bread out of my mouth as my face scrunches up in disgust.

Who does he think he is?

I turn around to the direction he took, to see his retreating back, the other students moving out of his way as he walks through like he's some god. Well, he just marked his death wish. That was my favorite bread and he thinks it's okay to do that? I don't want to know who he is, what his problem is, he shouldn't mess with me.

I get all angry again thinking about what he did, "What the fricking frock?" I yell.

"Kinsley!" I hear Jenny call, but I don't bother to look to where she is, "That was just too close."

--- 8:05 AM.

"What's wrong? What's with the long face?" Jenny asks.

I continue to stare straight at the camp teachers before us.

"I just don't get why some people can be so obnoxious at times," I sigh as I tighten my fists, the anger and irritation having not left me yet.

Jenny turns fully to me, and from the corner of my eyes I see her worried face. "Did someone annoy you again? I knew you screamed earlier."

I detach my eyes from Mr. Sprayberry and Miss Sharpay to look at her, "Isn't it that annoying piece of broccoli, son of a rat, poisonous mushroom, incompetent fish! Gosh I don't even know what to call him right now."