The entire ride to the camp was hell.

Kaden wouldn't stop bothering me with his sexual innuendos despite the fact that Mason dropped the 'she's mine' bomb on him.

Mason on the other hand wouldn't speak to me DESPITE the fact that he dropped the 'she's mine' bomb on me. And they say girls are complicated when boys are the ones having the constant mood swings. Sometimes I wonder if they have women genitals because they're always acting like a bunch of little bitches.

"Alrighty kids, we'll be arriving at the camp retreat in about–" Mrs. Santos pulled out her phone then smiled down at it before looking back at us with a very sadistic smile, "–now."

The bus came to a halt and I darted my eyes out the window. It looked pretty decent for a campsite, not like those creepy sites where there's only grass and trees and there's no toilet to take a shit.

I grabbed my duffel bag then shifted off the bus, followed by the rest of the students. I gazed around the site to see two well-designed buildings. One read the commercial center and the other male and female washroom.

"This should be exciting." Sebastian huffed out beside me way too excitedly. "Hi," he smiled down at me with a cheerful glint in his eyes. "Hey. . ." I trailed off which only made his smile stretch even wider. "No need to be scared babe I don't want you, you're definitely not my type. But he is." He smirked as he diverted eye contact with me and look ahead of him.

I followed his gaze only to see Kaden trying to unzip his pants and shouting out some incoherent words. "What is he doing?" I chuckled. He shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. He grabbed his luggage and walked away.

"Okay everyone gather up!" Mrs. Santos shouted as she waved her hands in the air, motioning for us to come closer. We all gathered up around her and I watched in confusion as two unfamiliar individuals stepped beside her, their demeanours screaming authority.

"Welcome to camp Watakita where we all bond, mould and create new friendships!"

"Today I'll be introducing you to Brandon, he's the same age as you guys and he'll be helping you with anything necessary." She smiled as she pointed to a tall slender guy with long black wavy hair, a very sharp jawline and from where I stood his chocolate brown eyes could swoon any girl.

He's hot. . .

"And this will be your other guide, sorry to burst your bubbles boys but she's thirty and married." Mrs. Santos smirked in mischief as she pointed to a woman who indeed looked like she was in her thirties.

"That won't be a problem, I'm sure you're willing to leave that old hag for a younger, smarter, hotter and more experienced hunk." Kaden winked, his brows wiggling flirtatiously.

Just kill me now.

"I will go about my day and act like I didn't just hear that." She sighed deeply before retrieving a clipboard and placing it on her hip.

"Okay guys right now you'll be setting up your tents with your assigned partner. Today's lesson is working together so go set up your camp and at approximately seven o'clock, come to the commercial center where you'll have dinner." Brandon exclaimed loudly as he clasped his hands together and motioned for us to leave.

We all nodded in response and scattered around looking for the best spot. I finally settled on an area on the far end away from the others, I don't care if Mason chooses not to stay here, I want to so he best cooperate.

"Why so far doll face?" He asked, his voice holding a tint of taunting behind it as he came strolling towards me. "And he speaks!" I said in exasperation. He chuckled lightly and grabbed the parts for the tent, preparing to actually help me build this damn thing. "You're so feisty." He purred.

"Yeah and who's the one who makes me feisty?" I snapped. He didn't respond but instead continued assembling the parts like a friggin pro without even acknowledging me or asking me for a hand. Not that I'm complaining.

"Mason, can you talk to me?" I pleaded as I slumped down beside him on the grass. He kept his lips locked, not even blinking an eye at my pleading tone. God damn it answer me!

"Mason. . ." I trailed off. He groaned in response lightly but I wasn't satisfied.

"Mason!" I exclaimed loudly, gaining the attention of the rest of the students who snapped their gazes towards us in confusion and curiosity.

Mason wrapped his hand around my forearm in an iron grip and pulled me off the ground, without giving me a second to protest he dragged me further into the woods behind some trees that blocked our view from any prying eyes. "Where are we going!? Are you going to murder me?" I asked in all seriousness which was apparently amusing to Mason.

We finally stopped a few inches away from the campsite and I was beginning to worry but I still knew Mason wasn't that crazy.

Right?

"Can you talk to me or will you just kill me?"

After checking to see if anyone was looking he finally snapped his head towards me, his eyes narrowed in slits as they penetrated through my body with such heat that I tore my gaze away from him, unable to look into his eyes.

His hand shot out towards me and stopped abruptly right above my head and the other hung loosely on his side. He let out a sigh and ran his free hand through his hair in frustration.

"You ask too many damn questions. . ."

"Excuse me?" I scoffed, using my hand to shove at his chest roughly but he didn't even budge, nor did he blink, instead he kept those cold eyes unwavering.

His eyes at the moment to me were both fire and ice. It was like hell frozen over and yet that made completely zero sense. It occurred to me that I can't really decipher between who the real Mason is and who the imposter is. He's either a charming guy or a complete jerk.

" I said you ask too many damn questions." His voice dipped lowly, threateningly yet. . .hot. "Do you know what I could do to you, Michelle? What kind of danger you're allowing yourself to fall into?"

"You're utterly retarded for always chasing after me, to be in some kind of relationship with me comes with expectations, high ones that I don't think can meet your standards nor mine." He whispered, his free hand now curled around my waist as he dipped his head to my height.

His touch caused me to flinch at first but the sparks igniting under his fingertips which quickly surged through my body immediately took control of my senses and my eyes widened involuntarily.

Still trapped in his eyes I hadn't realized the moment his hand no longer just rested on my waist but they slid underneath my shirt until his palm laid flat on my stomach, his cold fingertips shocking every nerve in my body.

His face was only centimetres away from mine. Centimetres away from taking my damn breath away. "I'm not going to lie Michelle. . .You're hot and I like you. Like really like you but I know you and I know if we date you'll be too committed to our relationship that you'd do the same thing you did with Kaleb." He sighed heavily.

"W–what do you know about Kaleb?" I stuttered nervously although I tried to sound put and strong I just couldn't. He didn't answer my question and in one swift motion he cupped either side of my cheeks in one hand and smashed his lips down onto my now puckered up lips.

A gurgling sound escaped my lips when his hand slid from my stomach and wrapped firmly under my butt before my legs no longer touched the ground and they immediately found comfort around his waist.

Out of instinct, I wrapped both hands around his neck, clasping it tightly as to not let go.

He deepened the kiss within seconds as his teeth slid over my lip and he clamped down onto it. I gasped in shock which caused my lips to part and without wasting a second his tongue slid past my lips.

His hands trailed over my back, over my spin which sent a tingle through my body. Mason grabbed a hold of my ponytail and tugged at it before his lips left mine and trailed down my jawline, hovering very dangerously over my neck.

His lips parted against my skin and I gulped deeply when they attached tightly against my skin like a leach coming in contact with the human body.

Just seconds ago he was basically telling me we couldn't date and now he's here kissing the life out of me.

Weird can not describe Mason Hunter.

His lips detached from my neck and his hand trailed over my cheek before he planted a deep kiss against it. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, doll face."

And you have no idea what you're getting yourself into Mason. I've only known him for three weeks and here I am falling deep for him because he just seems different. Psychotic but different.

And I have a feeling that that certain attraction that pulled me towards him like a magnet was the same he felt towards me as well.

I pulled away from the kiss and chuckled when he pouted cutely. "Mason you're confusing me," I mumbled softly, a bit too insecure as well. Something flashed through his eyes for a moment but he quickly covered it up with a small frown. "I'm trying not to." He mumbled back.

We remained in this position for a few moments just staring at each other in silence. Our eyes spoke the words we didn't have too, I want you and I need you but I don't know if I can have you. But sometimes I wonder if there's even love in mine or his.

Will anyone ever love me again? And will I ever fall too deep that I fall into this dark world I can't escape unless my significant other is gone?

He snapped me out of my thoughts by pecking my lips once more and removing his hands from under my butt, letting me easily land on the ground.

I peered up at him confusedly as his signature smirk once again travelled onto his features.

"Come on doll face, we have a tent to build."

•••

I grabbed an empty tray then made my way onto the lunch line. After that intense make-out session with Mason my mind has just been hazy.

After building the tent and trying our hardest to not devour each other's faces we were finally called in for dinner.

"Hey, chica mamacita!" Sebastian chirped from behind me. "Oh! hey Sebastian." I smiled as I moved forward to grab some mashed potato.

"What's going on with you and lover boy?" He suddenly asked, I snapped my head towards him and saw a playful yet mischievous glint glistening in his green eyes.

"N–Nothing, there's nothing going on." I chuckled nervously.

He gave me a dumbfounded look that soon transformed into a sarcastic scoff. "Yeah right, I saw you two building that tent and it looked like some serious sexual tension was radiating off the both of you."

"Sexual tension?"

He sighed as he slung one hand over my shoulder and tilted my body in a different direction. "Look at that." He whispered into my ear.

I followed his gaze and saw Mason sitting at one of the lunch tables, his eyes were settled on me, his lips pulled into a thin line. But the moment our eyes came in contact a smirk slid onto his lips.

That friggin smirk!

"That boy has been staring at you the entire freaking time, his eyes have never left you."

"Are you serious?" I choked out, making sure that I kept my gaze locked with his brown piercing eyes. "Babe I can sense sexual tension and I know when someone's into the other just like I know Kaden's into me but he's just acting like he's not because he's in denial."

I peered up at him with an amused expression then shook my head lightly as he kept his eyes locked on Kaden whose features let out nothing but horror.

"Whatever it is that has been going on between you two, you better solve it. You guys will make so many cute babies!" He squealed.

Before I could answer he winked then quickly glanced at Mason before glancing back and me then mouthing these words to me with his eyes squinted tightly and his lips pulled into a ridiculously large creepy grin, "go get some, babe!" Before walking off like he wasn't just my personal Cupid.

Rolling my eyes, I followed in suit behind him towards a table where Kaden, Mason and some other unrecognizable students sat.

"Hey, babe! Came to get lunch here?" Kaden winked, his hands gesturing towards his crotch as he wiggled his brows flirtatiously. Someone needs to remind Kaden that wiggling your eyebrows is not cute, it's creepy.

"Ignore this peasant babe, have a sit." Sebastian smiled apologetically on Kaden's behalf. I sat down beside Mason who still hasn't–and not very subtly–tore his gaze away from me.

His hands suddenly fell onto my thigh and then very lightly he brushed his fingertips against it which at first made me flinch a little bit then I visibly relaxed when a smile stretched across his face.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you looked today?" He whispered softly. "No?" I muttered in confusion.

Without giving me a second to comprehend what was approaching he gripped my cheek softly and lowered his lips down onto mine which caught me very off guard. I heard a few gasps echo around the table in astonishment and mentally slapped myself for kissing him back.

He didn't give me a moment to relish in his lips before he pulled away from the kiss, a smug yet amused expression etched on his face. "Well, you do."