The Good Girls Bad Boy| 13

Michelle's POV

The entire ride to the camp was hell.

Kaden wouldn't stop bothering me with his sexual innuendos despite the fact that Mason dropped the 'she's mine' bomb on him.

Mason on the other hand wouldn't speak to me DESPITE the fact that he dropped the 'she's mine' bomb on me. And they say girls are complicated when boys are the ones having the constant mood swings. Sometimes I wonder if they have women genitals because they're always acting like a bunch of little bitches.

"Alrighty kids, we'll be arriving at the camp retreat in about–" Mrs. Santos pulled out her phone then smiled down at it before looking back at us with a very sadistic smile, "–now."

The bus came to a halt and I darted my eyes out the window. It looked pretty decent for a campsite, not like those creepy sites where there's only grass and trees and there's no toilet to take a shit.

I grabbed my duffel bag then shifted off the bus, followed by the rest of the students. I gazed around the site to see two well-designed buildings. One read the commercial center and the other male and female washroom.

"This should be exciting." Sebastian huffed out beside me way too excitedly. "Hi," he smiled down at me with a cheerful glint in his eyes. "Hey. . ." I trailed off which only made his smile stretch even wider. "No need to be scared babe I don't want you, you're definitely not my type. But he is." He smirked as he diverted eye contact with me and look ahead of him.

I followed his gaze only to see Kaden trying to unzip his pants and shouting out some incoherent words. "What is he doing?" I chuckled. He shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. He grabbed his luggage and walked away.

"Okay everyone gather up!" Mrs. Santos shouted as she waved her hands in the air, motioning for us to come closer. We all gathered up around her and I watched in confusion as two unfamiliar individuals stepped beside her, their demeanours screaming authority.

"Welcome to camp Watakita where we all bond, mould and create new friendships!"

"Today I'll be introducing you to Brandon, he's the same age as you guys and he'll be helping you with anything necessary." She smiled as she pointed to a tall slender guy with long black wavy hair, a very sharp jawline and from where I stood his chocolate brown eyes could swoon any girl.

He's hot. . .

"And this will be your other guide, sorry to burst your bubbles boys but she's thirty and married." Mrs. Santos smirked in mischief as she pointed to a woman who indeed looked like she was in her thirties.

"That won't be a problem, I'm sure you're willing to leave that old hag for a younger, smarter, hotter and more experienced hunk." Kaden winked, his brows wiggling flirtatiously.

Just kill me now.

"I will go about my day and act like I didn't just hear that." She sighed deeply before retrieving a clipboard and placing it on her hip.

"Okay guys right now you'll be setting up your tents with your assigned partner. Today's lesson is working together so go set up your camp and at approximately seven o'clock, come to the commercial center where you'll have dinner." Brandon exclaimed loudly as he clasped his hands together and motioned for us to leave.

We all nodded in response and scattered around looking for the best spot. I finally settled on an area on the far end away from the others, I don't care if Mason chooses not to stay here, I want to so he best cooperate.

"Why so far doll face?" He asked, his voice holding a tint of taunting behind it as he came strolling towards me. "And he speaks!" I said in exasperation. He chuckled lightly and grabbed the parts for the tent, preparing to actually help me build this damn thing. "You're so feisty." He purred.

"Yeah and who's the one who makes me feisty?" I snapped. He didn't respond but instead continued assembling the parts like a friggin pro without even acknowledging me or asking me for a hand. Not that I'm complaining.

"Mason, can you talk to me?" I pleaded as I slumped down beside him on the grass. He kept his lips locked, not even blinking an eye at my pleading tone. God damn it answer me!

"Mason. . ." I trailed off. He groaned in response lightly but I wasn't satisfied.

"Mason!" I exclaimed loudly, gaining the attention of the rest of the students who snapped their gazes towards us in confusion and curiosity.

Mason wrapped his hand around my forearm in an iron grip and pulled me off the ground, without giving me a second to protest he dragged me further into the woods behind some trees that blocked our view from any prying eyes. "Where are we going!? Are you going to murder me?" I asked in all seriousness which was apparently amusing to Mason.

We finally stopped a few inches away from the campsite and I was beginning to worry but I still knew Mason wasn't that crazy.

Right?

"Can you talk to me or will you just kill me?"

After checking to see if anyone was looking he finally snapped his head towards me, his eyes narrowed in slits as they penetrated through my body with such heat that I tore my gaze away from him, unable to look into his eyes.

His hand shot out towards me and stopped abruptly right above my head and the other hung loosely on his side. He let out a sigh and ran his free hand through his hair in frustration.

"You ask too many damn questions. . ."

"Excuse me?" I scoffed, using my hand to shove at his chest roughly but he didn't even budge, nor did he blink, instead he kept those cold eyes unwavering.

His eyes at the moment to me were both fire and ice. It was like hell frozen over and yet that made completely zero sense. It occurred to me that I can't really decipher between who the real Mason is and who the imposter is. He's either a charming guy or a complete jerk.

" I said you ask too many damn questions." His voice dipped lowly, threateningly yet. . .hot. "Do you know what I could do to you, Michelle? What kind of danger you're allowing yourself to fall into?"

"You're utterly retarded for always chasing after me, to be in some kind of relationship with me comes with expectations, high ones that I don't think can meet your standards nor mine." He whispered, his free hand now curled around my waist as he dipped his head to my height.

His touch caused me to flinch at first but the sparks igniting under his fingertips which quickly surged through my body immediately took control of my senses and my eyes widened involuntarily.

Still trapped in his eyes I hadn't realized the moment his hand no longer just rested on my waist but they slid underneath my shirt until his palm laid flat on my stomach, his cold fingertips shocking every nerve in my body.

Goddammit.

What did I get myself into?