C H A P T E R 21
"He needs to let me- I mean us go." I informed the guys, sitting cross legged on my bed. "I can't miss Jacks fight."
"Neither can I," Melissa agreed, "but he's been pissed at how much tension there has been for the last few days. I heard him saying to Kelly that we weren't going anywhere until it's sorted."
I gritted my teeth in annoyance, Chris was seriously stubborn. It was three days until Jacks fight, and Chris still hadn't decided whether we could go. "Has anyone any ideas of how we could convince him to let us go?"
"We could all just try and cut the tension out," Shane suggests, eyeing me wearily. I glared back at him.
"Dude, it was you guys who sang Lilly Allen's fuck you to Keara this morning not me. Y'all more bitter than I am."
"We aren't bitter." Shannon murmured, "We just don't like it when you're... Quiet."
"I'm not being quiet!" I snapped, rolling my eyes.
"You're a little quiet." Shane argued softly.
"No, you guys are just loud!"
"May, you didn't speak a word at breakfast, and you didn't take part in dance class today. You can talk to us, don't block us out." Melissa attempts to comfort me, placing a hand on my shoulder.
Everyone was observing me carefully, they spoke with such gentleness just to make sure I wouldn't break. Well all except Caleb. Caleb didn't give a fuck.
"Oh shut up May, stop bullshitting. We all know that you're a tragic mess and that you've got a box full of chocolate and lolly-pops under your bed like the stereotypical teenager that you are."
I grinned at this, pleased that at he wasn't treating me like a glass doll. "I've got a coca-cola flavoured pop if you want one?"
Calebs eyes widened and he nodded eagerly, I let the smile drop from my face. "Well maybe if you didn't call me tragic then I would have given one to you, dipshit!" The truth was I did have sweets hidden under my bed, yet I hadn't touched them yet.
Shannon chuckled at Caleb as he pouted at me, whining about how mean I was. Shane plonked himself down beside me, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder. "I don't feel well." I informed him.
He patted my head, "As long as you don't puke on me, you're good."
I fake barfed just to see him cringe and insult me. "Do you want to hear my new rap?"
"Tough." I shrugged, "Check this out." I began to dance to some non-existent music before beginning, "Shane, you're my main. You ain't ever too vain. Your hair is like a horses mane, and you're as cute as old John Wayne-"
"Oh my god, stop." Shane interrupted.
"Keep going this is epic!" Melissa laughed.
"When I got my Shane, I don't even notice the rain, I swear he keeps me sane, even though sometimes I want to hit him with a cane!"
Shane shook his head at me with an amused smile as everyone else chuckled. "You're a weirdo."
"A cute weirdo."
"An idiotic weirdo."
"The best weirdo-"
The camp siren interrupted us, causing me to wince at its shrill piercing sound. Someone knocked on the cabin door and everyone turned to see Max peek his head in. "Chris is throwing a meeting, c'mon." He ordered, gesturing for us to follow him.
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#2 IN THE BEAT SERIES: May Riley was still trouble. Everyone knew it, and everyone expected it. After her summer at Camp Step Up The Beat, May learned to embrace herself and let go of the past plus she's looking forward to her next round at ca...