My revelation had quite the awkward-ifying effect.
That's not a word. Is it? I don't care. I just invented it.
Gilbert didn't seem to know how to deal with the information, since he kept quiet for about five minutes, until I attempted to salvage the situation by saying, "It was a nice kiss, though."
Honestly, I had no clue if it was, but it wasn't bad, so in my book, that meant it was... nice, at the very least. In any case, I felt like he could use the compliment. Or something. I don't fucking know.
"So," he started, completely ignoring what I said, "does that mean you wouldn't want to... go on a date with me?"
"I never said that."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he sighed. "I literally have no idea what it means for someone to be asexual. I thought it meant that you have no interest in dating."
"Well, that could be a definition, but... I'm not—" I cleared my throat. "Okay, look, me being asexual means I have no sexual attraction, but that doesn't mean I can't like you. Romantically."
"Oh."
"I'm not saying I do, but—"
He laughed. "Do you?"
"I don't know, I barely know you," I replied, chuckling. "Not that you barely knowing me stopped you from kissing me."
"Yeah, I..." He cleared his throat, before explaining, "I always start liking girls way too quickly. And I'm high."
I burst out laughing.
Two seconds later, as if God had answered my prayers, I noticed by the sudden sliver of moonlight that came in through the broken window above us that it was dry again. Now I could finally see something! I got up to run towards the broken window and looked out. "Do you think it's going to be light soon?"
"No idea. I don't know how long we've been out here already. Kinda hard to tell without a phone or a watch. We could start walking again if you want, I guess."
"What do you think is a better idea? I personally don't really wanna go out in the cold again, but who knows? We might still find the place, so we might as well keep moving."
"That sounds like a good plan."
So we continued walking. I was god-awfully tired, but we had to keep going—whether we did it now or in the morning—or we'd never find it. I wondered if we were the only ones that were taking so long and if people had started looking for us. Maybe nobody cared about us and they'd all just gone to sleep, assuming we'd turn up eventually. If that was the case, I was going to stab someone. I hoped at least my friends would be worried about me.
When it slowly started getting lighter—very, very slowly—and when my legs started to scream from overusing them, I finally saw... flashlights? People?! I slapped Gilbert's arm and said, "Look!"
"Eve?!" I heard someone yell. "Gibbs?!"
"Yeah, we're here!" he called back.
"Oh, my God, finally!" the guy called and then I heard Tamara and Leslie screeching my name, too. They ran up to me like hysterical chickens and I was caught in a suffocating hug.
"Eve, I'm so glad you didn't die!" Leslie sobbed in my ear. "We've been looking for you guys ever since that horrible storm passed! And then we thought 'what if Gibbs killed her?' and we got so scared!"
"You can't get rid of me," I assured her, while trying to push both girls away. "And why the hell would Gilbert kill me?"
Quite the contrary...
"I don't know," Tamara said with a shrug. "Anything's possible."
I shook my head and informed everyone that I desperately needed sleep, so I was escorted to the camping place and laid to bed like a princess. Ha, if only. There wasn't even a bed. It was just a mat and a sleeping bag, but the moment my head touched the pillow, I was out like a light, and I'd never slept so well in a tent.
Sadly, I was woken way too soon by the horrific sounds of someone clanging on pans and loud, incessant hollering. Great... With burning eyes and aching limbs, I got out of the stupid little tent, ignoring Tamara's pained moans when I stepped on her stomach on my way out, and looked around to see what all the commotion was about.
"Get up, you pigs! It's time to get moving!"
"No..." I groaned.
"Yes!" yelled Brent, an insignificant side-character.
"Fuck you, Brent."
"Gosh, ask me for my number first, Eve."
"Not in a million years."
I went back into my tent because I'd decided that I deserved special treatment, since I almost died last night and everything, but the boys outside continued making so much noise that it was impossible to fall back asleep.
Fine. Whatever. It's not like I needed sleep or anything.
What's worse, by the time I was up and dressed and drifting off in the midst of all my classmates, I found out we were gonna have to be active and do all kinds of stupid games all day. And we had to play in teams with—you guessed it—the same partner as yesterday.
I warned Gilbert that I wasn't the best at sports, to which he said, "Me neither," and I concluded, "Great, we can suck together."
He snorted.
This time I did get the innuendo. "You're immature."
"Can't help it," he replied with a shrug and a playful grin. When a teacher yelled at us, we got up, because sitting down apparently didn't qualify as participating. And we started playing. Badly.
Actually, Gilbert wasn't even as bad as he'd implied. He scored more points than I did, which wasn't very hard since I scored no points. I was just strolling around and kicking at the grass.
"Hey, you're not even trying!" Gilbert complained.
"You are quite right!" I called back.
"Come on, do you want to end in last place?"
"What if I do?"
Then he proceeded to show me 'what if'. All of a sudden, I was picked up and dragged across the grass like a rag doll, and somehow, he managed to actually score a point. It made all the bystanders yowl in encouragement and fall to the ground laughing, but I wasn't amused. I couldn't believe he'd just pick me up like that!
Flailing wildly, I screeched, "Gilbert, put me down!"
"Hell no."
So I did the only thing I could think of doing. I bit him.
"Fuck!"
Now I was back on the ground. Ignoring Gilbert's swearing, I attempted to wipe my knees. My pants were forever ruined by grass stains...
Oh well. I hated them anyway. I sighed and slumped down, expecting Gilbert to yell at me again, but he only laughed. When I looked over to see him shaking his head, the kid playing referee blew his whistle. "Time's up! Sheila and Brent won this round."
"Fuck you, Brent!" I yelled.
"Oh, piss off, Eve!"
A/N: is anyone getting the references in the titles or am I doing this for nothing lol