Coached ➳ l.p [au]

chapter 31

hii

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It was already night fall and everyone was sat around the campfire like last night, except for Liam and I- go figure.

I couldn't help but clutch my hands around Liam's arms while we walked amongst all the trees in the dark. Thank god for his flashlight, or else we wouldn't be able to see where we were even going.

"Now what did you want so badly to come so deeply into the woods this late for? How does this have to do with revenge?" Liam asks, slightly laughing at my terrified-of-the-dark state.

I snatch his flashlight, and point it towards a patch of green next to one of the trees. "Is that what poison ivy looks like?"

Seeming that it's really dark, I can only see the outlining of Liam's smile. "You want to give them poison ivy?"

"Heck yeah! They mess with us, and now we mess with them harder! Have you ever thought that maybe they were the ones who put the ants in my sleeping bag?"

"Do you think your friend would really do that?" He asks, curiously.

"If she was the one who helped me plan on pouring ice cold water over your head, i'm pretty dang sure she would plan something like that," I'm quick to burst her bubble because I guess i'm just tired of how she has been treating me lately.

"Oh yeah," Liam smiles. "I dodged that bucket quickly too."

I think about it for a second, forgetting that we are literally in the middle of the woods right now.

"Would you have quit if the plan went through?" I ask him. For some odd reason, I already know what he will say.

"Of course not," he shakes his head smiling before adding a wink. "I'd never want to give up on you, Jo."

Not knowing what to say- since i'm the most awkwardest person alive- I nod and take the gloves and bag I made him also hold.

After I put them on, he reaches out to stop me. "God, Jo, let me do it please."

"Why? I am perfectly capable of-"

"I just don't want you to be affected by this stuff. It's quite dangerous, and i'm saying from self experience," he takes the gloves off my hands and puts them on his own.

"Thanks, Payne Train," I say, using his favorite nickname so that he knows I care. Wait, I...care.

I actually do. That kind of scares me, considering i've never cared as much for anything besides food in my entire balooga whale life.

"Now you use my nickname," he chuckles and crouches down to gather the poisonous plants and stuff them into the bag.

"Yeah," I smile as he stands up and removes the gloves carefully. "Can I tell you something? And don't be completely weirded out by it, I mean even I am not really used to the feeling, okay?"

"You're adorable, Jo," he smiles as we walk. "You can tell me anything, babe."

I wish he wouldn't call me that. It's making things one hundred percent more difficult. God, and that smile. That beautiful, cheeky smile. I mean, it's dark outside but I already know what it looks like because to be honest, I have studied it for a long time. I sound like such a creep, but it's true and I hate that it is.

"I..." This is too hard to explain.

"Thank you for caring about me," my mouth says instead, without making full eye contact with him. To be honest with you, I never would have imagined myself in this position; having a sense of care for someone who months ago was just a person I was trying to get rid of. But why did this boy have to crawl up into my mind, treat me special, and completely invade my life? It just isn't fair. And it's leaving me at a loss for words.