Chapter 6

Whoever sent me that stupid note, will get a piece of my wrath! They're lucky it's just a piece of it. That's me being kind and considerate.

I should definitely make a villain plan just to catch them but I don't know where to start. Why am I surrounded by problems?!

First, Damian wasn't talking to me. Now, it's this stupid note.

For the past few days, Damian has been staying up late outside our cabin. I don't know what he's doing nor where he has been. Is it any of my concern? Not really. Do I miss him? Not at all. I just felt guilty about it. I didn't know I'll see him cry for that kind of reason.

Anyway, enough about Damian. I have to find the culprit who made me look like an idiot that night. If he didn't send me that note, then I'm not scared for my life everyday thinking when will Damian kill me while sleeping.

"You ready for that duo race?"

Oh my fucking god. That voice scared the shit out of me.

I was sitting on my bed when I turned to see Damian standing at the door, arms crossed. He wasn’t looking at me, his eyes kept darting to the corner. He looked uncomfortable, almost uneasy in my presence. Normally, I’d be insulting him in my head for being so ungrateful, but after what I did, I can’t bring myself to think of a single awful thing to say.

"Oh, I'm not going," I replied, flopping down on my bed.

"What?" I heard him speak with a shocked tone. "Why not?"

What does he mean why not? We're going to be partners, our legs will be tied up together. Does he really want that? If he started getting uncomfortable, he might puked and make a mess. God, it will get all over me.

"Because—" I paused for a second. "I'm sick."

I pretended to cough, covering my body with the blanket. I know, I know he won't buy it but still, I had to do something.

"You're sick—" he said softly but paused mid sentence. "I don't care. You're going."

For a while, I thought he's concern about my well-being as the goddess of this camp but no, he just want to win that race. There's a cash prize, maybe that's what he's aiming for. I could give him a lot of money if he's not been a total jerk since the day we met.

I sat up from my bed, looking at him. I caught him staring at me but immediately looked away.

What is his problem? Is my face really a nuisance to him now? How dare he! I don't like your face either, jerk.

"If I join the race, can you atleast forgive me about what happened last night?" I said softly while staring at him.

I watched as his expression grew uneasy— his forehead creased, and panic flickered in his eyes. I guess that’s a sign he’s not ready to forgive me yet. Still, I won’t give up.

I stood up from my bed and quickly approached him. His body flinched slightly as he moved away from me.

Bro, I'm not going to eat you. Now, he's being dramatic and overreacting. I swear to god, these straight people are more sensitive than I am.

"I know you're not ready to forgive me but let's just pretend that nothing happened, please?" I used my overly sweet tone for him.

Did it work? Well, if the definition of "working" is him glaring at me dead in the eyes while muttering something I can't understand then, yea, it worked.

As usual, he didn't say anything. He immediately stormed out of the cabin, leaving me standing like a fashion model. I'm still serving looks even if there's no one around. That's how good I am.

The sun was about to set, and the track for the duo race was finally ready. I still have no idea why we have to do this in the dark. They said it’s supposed to strengthen our bond—it’s just a team-building activity, after all.

Team building, my ass. They just don't have any activities in their mind so they just plan stupid ones. Also, why would they think it's a good idea to tied up the legs of a straight man with a gay man?

I flinched hard when someone suddenly put their hand on my shoulder. I quickly smacked it off, glaring at them.

I know this guy. He's one of the straight partner. If I remember correctly, his name is Zack.

"Sup, princess. Ready to lose?" he said grinning from ear to ear.

I gave him a fake, mocking smile. The only one who's losing today is his unflossed teeth, ew.

"Have your win," I said with crossed arms. "That cash prize deserves to be with poor people anyway."

His grinning face turned into frown. Who's laughing now, b*tch?

“Whoa!” I yelled when he suddenly grabbed the collar of my shirt and drew back his fist, ready to punch me.

Holy shit. He's gonna ruin my pretty face. I don't wanna go to a plastic surgeon. I wanna stay natural!

I was about to kick his nuts when suddenly, a man appeared before me stopping Zack's attack.

Bad news? I accidentally kicked the other guy's nut who helped me.

It was Damian!

“Sorry!” I blurted out quickly when he groaned, sinking to his knees with his hands clutching his crotch.

Zack, on the other hand, left the scene, running. Coward! Get back here so I can scramble your eggs.

"What's happening here?" Sister Mary head toward us with a concerned look.

Quick! I have to make something up like... he fell? and now he's refusing get up? No, that's not convincing.

We'll playing with dirt? Too childish.

"Damian... loves dirt."

Me and Sister Mary stared at each other, blinking repeatedly. I'm actually holding myself from laughing right now. I can't believe I just said that.

"I'm fine, just... fell," Damian said, glaring at me when he said the word 'fell'.

Sister Mary sighed in relief. Good thing she didn't make it a big deal. It will be so embarrassing that I cracked Damian's eggs. I hope it won't affect his sperm count.

"Take care of each other," Sister Mary gave both of us a sweet smile before she leave.

Damian is still slightly groaning due to pain. Kisses will make the pain go away but I won't say that. He'll punch me in my pretty face for sure.

"Thanks to you, now we might as well lose," he muttered quietly.

I raised my eyebrow at him.

Is he saying it’ll be my fault if we lose? I’ll throw a gold bar at his face once I get out of this camp. Doesn’t he know he’s talking to the one and only young master of Blackwell? He’d better watch his back.

"Even if we lose, it doesn't matter," I said irritated. "I don't need that little amount of money anyway."

I saw him giving me a disgusting side eye while whispering to himself. He's definitely cursing me to die. I can't believe he's turning into a vodoo man just to get back on me.

After a while, the activity has officially began. All competitors, which are the gays and their partners, are tied up with each other on their leg. As for me, I'm tied up with Damian, of course. I bet he's trying not to puke now. I'm not gonna clean after him if that's gonna happen.

My right leg and Damian's left leg is tied up with each other, so technically, we both have three legs. I will surely regret this later.

The night has started to get chilly. It's not that dark, the whole camp is lit up with post lamps. Still, it's pretty scary knowing we're doing this at night. Whose idea is this?

"This activity will strengthen your bond and trust with your partner," the priest began to give his 'holy speech' that only the nuns are listening.

"The task is simple. Go inside and explore the forest, look for the bible verse written on a tree, come back here for your reward. The first team to get back here, wins!" the priest said with delight. "Any questions?"

"Yes. What in the actual fuck is this?" Damian nudge me slightly after I speak.

What? This is nonsense. They expect us to get inside the forest, at night, look for some stupid verse, and for what? For a little money? Nope.

"Mr. Blackwell, please. Watch your words," the priest pleaded but the annoyance in his tone is still visible.

"This is dangerous! You can't just make me go inside that dangerous, dark—"

"Then back out and go to sleep, coward," my head snapped to the right aggressively after I hear Zack's arrogant voice.

Oh, this dude is looking for war. War with Adrian Blackwell? He's going down!

"I'll scramble your eggs after this, jerk," I shouted that made the nuns gasp, and the priest sigh heavily. "Come on, let's start. Y'all will eat dusts!"

I heard Damian scoff softly, a smirk tugging at his lips. I rolled my eyes and told him to focus so we could win. Isn’t this what he wanted, anyway?

"Don't go crying later, princess," Zack shots back with his mockery tone thinking it affects me.

I flipped him off, but Damian quickly smacked my hand away. I glared at him for stopping me from defending myself against the devil.

Whatever, I just needed to win this race so I'll show this Zack dude who's the boss.

When the priest gave the signal for us to move, we didn't waste any time. Me and Damian bolted towards the forest, not caring about anyone.

It's definitely harder than I thought and Damian's strength is insane. He's practically dragging my leg like it's his.

But for some reason, Damian kept trying to steer us off to the side. I didn’t question it, I just followed his lead. Maybe he knew some secret way to win this race.

After a while, we stopped walking. I looked at him to ask if we already found a bible verse because in the name of this loving camp, I can't see shit.

"You sure we're in the right place?" I asked him, crossing my arms.

He seemed nervous while nodding slowly. I noticed him looking around, maybe checking for bible verses so I did the same.

Why do I have this feeling that we're not in the right place? It seems like we're lost but if we are, Damian should be panicking, no? Well, it seems like he wants to go here but I'm not sure why. This part of the forest feels secluded, and not part of the race.

While I'm busy trying to activate my night vision, Damian suddenly tripped and fell on top of me.

"Oh my god, be careful, it hurts," I said while groaning in pain due to his weight.

Damian is awfully quiet. I was waiting for him to get up but he didn't.

"Hey, move," I said annoyed while pushing his chest.

When he started to move, I thought he's going to stand but no. He adjusted his position on top of me.

"D-Damian," I stutter when I felt his hard length pressing on mine.

He's hard as a rock! Like a fucking big boulder pressing on me. I felt my face heats up, while trying to process what's happening.

"You're so... hard," I said softly while gripping on his shoulders.

I don't understand why he's hard in this situation. I mean, I didn't touch him. I swear to god, I didn't brushed my fingers on his body, especially down there. Did he do something before... the race?

He suddenly looked up at me, and right then, I saw the tears in his eyes as he bit his bottom lip.

No, Damian. That's too tempting. You can't do this to me right now!

But before I could move, he whispered my name softly on my ears. And that’s when I knew, whatever that's going to happen between us tonight, it’s about to ruin us both.