When 17 young adults find themselves on a deserted island, they must build a life from the ground up. Being stranded means hard days, cold nights, dangerous waters and mysterious events where the castaways must learn to survive. Despite the inevita...
What was he expecting? To start a fucking bakery in the middle of the forest? Fucking idiot.
I walked back to the main campsite and saw Piper talking to Remington before she glanced at me and re-focused her attention. She was another one that grated on my nerves. She expected everyone to just listen to her whenever she asked? Over my dead fucking body. I moved to where she was standing and grabbed her attention.
Remington inhaled when I neared them. "I'm going to.. It's tired, I'm late." He blubbered something else before walking away.
"Whatever you th-" I began
"Why are you even here, Kit?" Piper interrupted, voice calm for the first time this entire trip. She was shorter than me but she held herself like a fucking tree on this island.
I knew she wasn't asking why I was standing in front of her. "To survive the month, sweetheart. Just like everybody else is."
She smiled smugly. "So you knew you'd have to play nice with the other boys and girls then? Then why are you prancing around like a child throwing a goddamn tantrum because mommy didn't pick him up from school?"
I staggered back. "What are you-"
"I don't have the time to get into an ego match with your dick, Brains. But trust me right now, however big it is... Mine's bigger."
"You talk such big shit, but inside I can see that you're just as small as all these others," I curled my lip. "You want to get out of this place alive? Then you need to work with other people. It's not just you on this fucking island, so stop calling the shots like you know what's best."
"Don't be a kettle and call my pot black, Kit" she teased in a mock frown. "It's racist and uninspired."
I rolled my eyes and went back to my point. "We need to work together, Piper. It's the only way this is going to work."
She pursed her lips and stared up at me in defiance. I held my ground, slightly frustrated I just held out a branch and she hadn't already snatched it up but more angry than anything at everything that happened today.
Her shoulders relaxed and she stopped scrutinizing me, "make a fucking fire, Brains. I need to sort out sleeping arrangements."
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