That Zac was definitely a creep head but I had been truthful when I had said to him that he was a sweet creep head. Even though he sounded like a very bad shrink he seemed to understand me more than the others did and he had been right when he said that its wasn’t that bad here. It was about 9pm and I had decided to take a walk even though we were all meant to be confined to our cabins now. I took a long drag on my cigarette and blew the smoke out of my mouth; it got caught in the evening breeze and drifted almost lazily away.
I walked absentmindedly towards the large rock face which looked to be wearing away at the top due to being consistently climbed and used for other recreational activities, and settled myself in its shadow, taking a long relaxing drag on my cigarette. Since it was summer time the sun was still just sinking in the sky casting an orange glow all around. It was as I was scanning the surroundings that I spotted her, that bitch Blake and her snotty minion, so I wasn’t the only one prone to breaking a few rules! I got up flicking ash from my cigarette, I wasn’t in the mood for a fight but Blake was obviously looking for a reason to start one as she muttered very loudly to her friend the words ‘Dorito face’
“What the fuck did you just call me!” I snapped whirling around to look at her and scowling at her as she smirked and giggled.
“I was talking to Kia”
“About me!” I said angrily, “What did you call me!” I demanded before taking a drag on my cigarette but holding it so tightly that it threatened to snap.
“If you really want to know I called you Dorito face, because you are!”
“Maybe you should actually try wearing some makeup to hide your ugliness before you throw comments like that around, lest I teach you a lesson!”
“Oh is that a threat Dorito face!” she said stepping forward so that she was right in front of me.
“You know what, screw you” I said dropping my half crushed cigarette, which accidently hit her foot and hopefully burning her before coming to rest on the ground where I stood on it to stop it smouldering.
I turned on my heel and walked away, feeling as I did so that if she retaliated that I would have the moral high ground in this situation since I didn’t fight her …. Even if I did burn her foot first.