Camp Where The Hell Are We? | ✓

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She had to hand it to him. Marley had asked Aiden for everything to go back to the way it was, and in a roundabout way, he listened. He sat beside her, looked her square in the eyes,

"Have we met before?"

After she sputtered and choked briefly, he shrugged carelessly and looked away from her again. The only nick in his nearly flawless mask of indifference was the small tilt of the right side of his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"There is no such thing as starting over, as turning back the clock."

Mr. Richardson is a gentle, sort of jolly man. He paced around the front of the room, dictating the syllabus and giving his students a brief rundown of what to expect for the next three months. He brought out a list of the assigned lab partners for this month ten minutes before their first break.

Though there were groans from the room at being paired with strangers. Mr. Richardson's reasoning was that he had to give everyone a partner who complimented their own skills and abilities. He'd carefully studied their transcripts and chose pairs that way.

Marley wasn't paired with a stranger. Oh no, she was paired with far, far worse.

Trish, Jordan's girlfriend, sauntered over to Marley casually. Dressed in a casual, dark red skirt and a fluffy black leather jacket, the red lipstick on her lips gave her an intimidating aura. Her nails were long and painted black, a shining band on the ring finger of her left hand that she twirled with her thumb. Once at Marley's side, she leaned against the lab table, her expression screaming boredom and utter disinterest — like this class was beneath her.

If Marley was a wolf, her hackles would be raised considerably. She stood there prepared to run, meeting eyes with Gabby across the room and shot her a 'help me' look. This was only for the first month, thankfully.

Marley felt Aiden come up to the other workstation on their same counter, next to some black haired girl who looked like she won the lottery. He leaned his forearms on the table, shooting a quick glance at the girl who had leaned into him, looking up at him, her mouth moving with what Marley assumed was a greeting or introduction. She imagined that the girl was telling Aiden her name, and she bit the inside of her cheek against a smile at the fact that he wouldn't know it in five minutes, but after a few seconds, that smile faded watching Aiden create distance between himself and his lab partner. He looked annoyed at this typical flirtation, and for a second, she felt kind of bad for him.

"You fuck him?"

Marley jolted, her gaze tearing off of Aiden to look at Trish with her jaw dropped.

"I-I-what?"

She nodded her head towards Aiden, her voice hushed so he wouldn't hear, "You heard me. Honestly, I wouldn't expect it. You look kind of like a prude."

Her eyes drifted over Marley's frame, causing her to cross her arms against her torso; the gaze felt violating. Trish was scrutinizing every single part of Marley as if she was the one under a microscope.

"No! I would never! I'd appreciate it," she let out a huff, curling her fingers around her elbows, "if we focused on our labs and not on anything else."

Trish shrugged, but the side look she shot Marley told her that this conversation wasn't over.

"I mean, he's hot. And he's good sex. Like, ridiculously good. If you're trying to drop your v-card, he should be your number one choice."

Marley's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. She couldn't believe the words coming out of Trish's mouth. It was so...it was absolutely...