I barely remembered my weekend outside of getting dragged back to the campgrounds and carefully snuck back into my cabin by a very foolishly wasted pair of friends who ended up crashing on the couch and in the other guest bedroom until I’d had to kick them both out before the sun chased away the morning dew.
The worst part about all of this was howgoodbeing with Blake felt before it all went to shit. I’dnevergotten off like thatin my life, and now, to find out the other party wanted nothing to do with me, it stung like a fucking wasp to the eyeball.
Where did I go wrong? Did I go too hard on him? Scare him away?
Maybe he thought he wanted it rough like that but in hindsight, realized he’d let himself go too far into some unknown territory he had yet to explore within himself or with a partner in bed.
I wasn’t sure.
Whatever was going on, and whatever feelings were stirred up the moment I’d had Blake standing in front of me again, was forcing me to reevaluate everything.
I was thankful—no,grateful—that both Silas and Avery had shown up for me, whisking me away in a black Mercedes like I was Cinderella going to the ball. I’d pulled the sick card with the medical staff, playing up my symptoms from the white water rafting incident as a residual sickness that seemed to come over me a day later.
They were all too inclined to believe me, promising not to bug me outside of the occasional check-in’s I’d wormed my way into doing by handing over my phone number the minute it was asked of me.
Sneaking off the grounds was easy enough once the sun set, and soon, I was feeling like a kid sneaking out past curfew.
Blake’s ability to sniff me out was impressive. Enough that it had me considering ratting out his coworkers as a reward for him connecting the dots so easily. I wouldn’t, of course, but the temptation was certainly there if only to get Blake to talk to me again, even if it resulted in a scolding.
I longed for any sort of attention from him. A sad side effect from having him on my mind the entire weekend and having no good outlet to waste my energy on outside of drinking myself stupid.
Avery and Silas had listening to my drunk rambles I don’t know how many times, each one circling back to the main focal point of: what the fuck happened?
With no real theories from either of them, or myself, my brain refused to move on to something else. Too stuck in trying to rewrite history until it finally made sense.
It never would. Not unless I got Blake to actually talk to me and I doubted that was happening anytime soon.
He had his youth program to run come tomorrow morning and now with his grandfather hanging around the campgrounds, I would be to be lucky to see passing glimpses of him for the next week or so.
My stomach squeezed pitifully.
“Ugh.” Settling my head down onto the table, I let my eyes fall closed while my headache throbbed dully.
I wasn’t up to lying out in the sun after Blake and his grandfather had stopped by, the situation causing me to feel too raw and way too exposed for my liking. I doubted they’d be swinging back around after whatever they were out doing, but regardless, it had me hightailing it back to the mess hall where I could wallow in one of the forgotten corners.
There was no motivation in me to do anything today. Not go hiking, jet skiing, try my hand at the challenge courses further up into the wooded area. Nothing.
Forcing myself out of bed this morning had been a chore and a half, and now that I was among people, I was feeling even less social than I was before I’d thrown on an outfit to come down here.
What was stopping me from sneaking away and going back to my cabin for the rest of the day to sleep off my hangover and avoid anyone else from bugging me?
There wasn’t much time left before the sun started to set and nighttime activities were in full swing. Plus, I wasn’t partneredwith anyone today, so I had free rein to do whatever I wanted, which should include doingnothing,too.
Given my foul mood, avoiding people was probably a blessing in disguise. No one wanted to be around a total bummer.
I didn’t get the need for the staff here to make sure I was getting my money’s worth with this package. Sure, maybe this was all stemming from the fact that I was absolutely not in the mood to doanythingat the moment, but still, it wasn’t like I was going to be demanding a refund because every second of my day wasn’t jam-packed with activities.
How often did that happen?
Imagining poor Lindsay down at Guest Services getting screamed at for something that stupid by some rich-ass snobs had my blood boiling. I hated entitlement more than anything.
Having not grown up with a silver spoon in my mouth, and now having the ability to bestow that onto whatever offspring I happened tomaybehave in the future, I could confidently say that people like that needed to get a fucking grip.
Much like me with this whole Blake thing.
Silas’s words rang in my head loudly.
Get over it.
