this minute, I stopped mid–skip. One tent was already up and the other just about to be. A couple of girls our age were erecting poles and hammering in pegs. Hamish was nowhere to be seen.
Who…what…? As I walked toward them, I spotted something on the side of the path, stuck in the grass. Was that a twenty dollar note? Score!
I glanced around, hurried over and bent down to pick it up but suddenly it fluttered away a foot, on the breeze. I hurried after it, bent down again and just as my fingers grazed the edges of the note it blew away again.
“Come back here you little…” I muttered as I scurried after it, eye on the prize.
Before I could reach down again, a sneakered foot slammed down on top of the note. I looked up the bare leg to find a girl my age in green mini shorts. She crouched down, picked up the note and wrenched at it, like she was pulling it off something.
Wait…there was something. It was clear, I hadn’t even noticed it. Was that a fishing line?
There was a groan from a tent nearby and she turned a withering look in its direction. I followed her gaze to find, huddled in the doorway of a two–man tent, three boys, one of them reaching forward to retrieve a fishing rod which had clearly just been yanked from his grasp.
My eyes widened with alarm and I self–consciously pulled my shorts lower, covering my legs and placing my hands on my ass. I hadn’t noticed there being a breeze so it was weird the money had moved like that. Turned out there was a good reason.
“Get a good look, did you?” the girl asked, scowling at them again. She made a show of placing the twenty dollars in her bra for safe keeping.
Guess it was hers now.
The three boys alternated between giggling and looking alarmed at getting busted being giant pervs. Creative ones, but huge, giant pervs. The boy at the front grabbed the fishing rod and pulled it inside the tent before zipping it up completely. There was silence for a moment before they all started laughing.
I closed my eyes in embarrassment.
“They caught me out an hour ago,” the girl said. That made me feel a little better. She pushed her thick mass of light brown hair over one shoulder. “I’m surprised they tried it again .”
“Well it worked again, didn’t it?” I said.
“At least they’re not cheap,” she said with a smirk. My gaze automatically flicked to her tits and my money. I mean, her money. I wondered if she’d gotten to keep the last note as well and was actually doing alright out of their butt fetish, but decided not to ask. She played with the fishing hook between her fingers.
“Hey A,” she called out, “you won’t believe it, those little creeps did the fishing line thing again.” She started walking toward my tent so I fell into step with her. A head popped up from behind one of our (somehow) already erected tents. Someone unfamiliar, a tall, slim girl with straight, creamy blonde hair.
She made a disgusted face and said, “Eeeeeew.”
Mads handed her some tent pegs before she disappeared again.
What was going on here? Who were these people?
"I said set up the tents, I didn't expect you'd actually be able to do it," I said, stopping beside Nikki as she and two other girls hammered pegs into the ground. I looked around. “Where’s Hamish?”
“Went to look for his frat brothers,” Mads said.
“Frat boys?” The girl in the green shorts asked, exchanging a devious smile with one of her friends. “I hope they’re coming back.”
I hoped they weren’t. Actually, no. I hoped Hamish came back. He had the car keys. I hoped he came back really soon, or else I’d have to go looking for him and drag him back to the car.
“Nice of him to help,” I said. Not that I was helping, either. Not that I’d really been given the chance to. How long had I been on the phone?
The blond girl got to her feet with a satisfied smile. She wiped her hands on her khaki shorts. "Done," she said. She noticed me and I stepped forward
Who…what…? As I walked toward them, I spotted something on the side of the path, stuck in the grass. Was that a twenty dollar note? Score!
I glanced around, hurried over and bent down to pick it up but suddenly it fluttered away a foot, on the breeze. I hurried after it, bent down again and just as my fingers grazed the edges of the note it blew away again.
“Come back here you little…” I muttered as I scurried after it, eye on the prize.
Before I could reach down again, a sneakered foot slammed down on top of the note. I looked up the bare leg to find a girl my age in green mini shorts. She crouched down, picked up the note and wrenched at it, like she was pulling it off something.
Wait…there was something. It was clear, I hadn’t even noticed it. Was that a fishing line?
There was a groan from a tent nearby and she turned a withering look in its direction. I followed her gaze to find, huddled in the doorway of a two–man tent, three boys, one of them reaching forward to retrieve a fishing rod which had clearly just been yanked from his grasp.
My eyes widened with alarm and I self–consciously pulled my shorts lower, covering my legs and placing my hands on my ass. I hadn’t noticed there being a breeze so it was weird the money had moved like that. Turned out there was a good reason.
“Get a good look, did you?” the girl asked, scowling at them again. She made a show of placing the twenty dollars in her bra for safe keeping.
Guess it was hers now.
The three boys alternated between giggling and looking alarmed at getting busted being giant pervs. Creative ones, but huge, giant pervs. The boy at the front grabbed the fishing rod and pulled it inside the tent before zipping it up completely. There was silence for a moment before they all started laughing.
I closed my eyes in embarrassment.
“They caught me out an hour ago,” the girl said. That made me feel a little better. She pushed her thick mass of light brown hair over one shoulder. “I’m surprised they tried it again .”
“Well it worked again, didn’t it?” I said.
“At least they’re not cheap,” she said with a smirk. My gaze automatically flicked to her tits and my money. I mean, her money. I wondered if she’d gotten to keep the last note as well and was actually doing alright out of their butt fetish, but decided not to ask. She played with the fishing hook between her fingers.
“Hey A,” she called out, “you won’t believe it, those little creeps did the fishing line thing again.” She started walking toward my tent so I fell into step with her. A head popped up from behind one of our (somehow) already erected tents. Someone unfamiliar, a tall, slim girl with straight, creamy blonde hair.
She made a disgusted face and said, “Eeeeeew.”
Mads handed her some tent pegs before she disappeared again.
What was going on here? Who were these people?
"I said set up the tents, I didn't expect you'd actually be able to do it," I said, stopping beside Nikki as she and two other girls hammered pegs into the ground. I looked around. “Where’s Hamish?”
“Went to look for his frat brothers,” Mads said.
“Frat boys?” The girl in the green shorts asked, exchanging a devious smile with one of her friends. “I hope they’re coming back.”
I hoped they weren’t. Actually, no. I hoped Hamish came back. He had the car keys. I hoped he came back really soon, or else I’d have to go looking for him and drag him back to the car.
“Nice of him to help,” I said. Not that I was helping, either. Not that I’d really been given the chance to. How long had I been on the phone?
The blond girl got to her feet with a satisfied smile. She wiped her hands on her khaki shorts. "Done," she said. She noticed me and I stepped forward
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