Flaming Water (Camp NaNoWriMo)

I take the safety off and as I grow closer, almost within arm distance, the person turns around.

I let out the breath I was holding as I realize who it is. Camea, my third best friend.

I put my gun back in its holster and go up to her. I notice she seems very amused and I raise a brow in question. She raises hers as well still looking amused.

I roll my eyes exasperated as it dawns on me why she looks the way she does.

"Don't give me that look. You know I'm always on high alert." She just shrugs and hops off the car heading to class.

I start to follow after her when I feel a hand land on my arm and before I can blink they've twisted my arm backwards so tight I can barely move.

"Always on high alert huh?" I froze at the sound of his voice, "Seems to me like you just got tricked." I could feel his laughter rumble in his chest and the sensation it created sent chills up my body.

"Let me go Dean", I say as calmly as possible. I really don't want to get into a fight with him here. Anywhere else and it would be ok, but not at school.

"And if I don't?"

"I'll kick your butt."

"Please. You would do no such thing at school."

"Well if you keep on hurting me I will be forced to defend myself. And that will probably result in you being very hurt."

"Oh I doubt that. I highly doubt that."

"I'm gonna give you til the count of five to let me go. One."

"Oooo, the count down how scary."

"Two." He tightens his grip a little.

"Three."

Still hasn't let go yet.

"Four."

Guess I'm gonna have to kick some butt.

"Fi-."

He let's me go, and just as I was about to turn around and punch him anyway, he spins me around and kisses me. At first I struggle against him but one of his hands tangles in my hair and the other goes around my waist, keeping me still. It takes all my will power not to respond back but I manage to do it. Barely. Just as I'm about to try and break free again he releases me.

I look away from him trying to control my temper. When I look back at him I see a very arrogant smirk across his face. I want so bad to wipe that smirk off his face, but I control the urge to hit him and look back at him.

"Did you come out here to bug me or did you want something?"

"Actually I did want something. Other than the kiss."

I glare at him. I thought I made myself perfectly clear at the New Year's party. Me and him are just friends nothing more.

I look back at him to see a smirk forming. Calm down I tell myself. I give him another glare and ask, "So what did you want?"

"I wanted to to talk about the reason you missed our meeting last night."

Oh. Hell.

"So why did you miss the meeting?"

"Um I was sick?" It came out more like a question than a statement. I hate it when he goes all leader on me. It intimidates me like crazy.

He let's out a sigh.

"Sam you really need to start taking things more seriously. We are about to graduate high school and A school, and life is about to get way more tougher. We have a major decision to make in a little over a month and you are the only one who has no clue what you want to do. You gotta start taking things more seriously Sam. Life isn't always gonna be a joyride."

It takes me a moment to answer.

"Look I'm sorry about missing the meeting but I had something to take care of. And before you ask no it's not something I can talk about."

I can almost hear the sigh in his head. Or maybe I really did hear it.

Scott. I tentatively call out in my mind.

Took you long enough.

I guess I should have known you were listening in.

Actually we all were. I hear a very smug Mayrenella say.

I should've known they would do something like this. My mind is the most guarded mind out of the five of us. So any chance they get to delve into my mind, they take. Very annoying. Especially since I don't like people in my head.

All of you get out of my head! I yell so loud, I'm pretty sure they all nearly jump. Nearly.

Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a bunch.

Idiot.

I heard that.

You were supposed to.

Enough. Dean commanded. Everybody leave. Including you Scott.

But-

Leave.

Without another word he left, leaving me with an angry Dean. Well not angry, more like upset. But still, not a good thing.

"So how much do you know of what happened last night?" I ask.