After the training in the gym me and Brad were talking about how his training went after I left the cabin. He told me his sergeant got pissed off at him and made the whole group run twenty extra laps around the camp, causing me to burst out in laughter.

My lips however formed a straight line when Harry called us all to gather at where he was stood. We all huddled closely together, when I looked behind me there was Brad standing in the corner waiting for the speech to be over.

I turned my face again to be stared at by the rest of the group, but only a pair of angry green eyes really caught my attention.

“Yeah?” he asked for me permission to start talking again. I quickly nodded and followed the rest of the group with the rest of group by staring at him whilst he talked with sweat that was trickling down his forehead. I was still mad at him for shamelessly flirting with the other girls.

Salty sweat was also trickling down my face into my eyes, they were stung by mixture of salty sweat and running facial moisturizer I put on this morning. I quickly blinked a few times hoping that the stinging pain would soon disappear.

“Good job for this morning, have a bit of free time before lunch starts.” He instructed us, but his envious eyes never left my pale ones. I tore my glance away from him when the words fell off his lips and jogged over to Brad.

“Vivi, I had this idea maybe we can-” said Brad but I interrupted him.

“Vivi?” I questioned him, trying to hide the massive beam playing on my lips.

“What, we’re friends now. Friends are supposed to give each other nicknames.” He said chuckling as we together walked towards the door.

“But still, Vivi? Can’t you call me something badass. A name which will sting into your memory?” I questioned him.

“What like Viola?” He smirked, tugging my hair which was high up into a pony tail. I smacked his hands off my hair.

“Maybe Letti” he grinned and I smacked his arm.

“Or you could just call me Violet.” I suggest but he grunted.

“That’s the weirdest thing I have ever heard of, stop being ridiculous.” He rolled his eyes and escorted me further to the door.

“What about Vee, that’s a good one.” I pulled the door open and the cold breeze hit my face, seeming to slash right through me.

“Vee,” I tasted the name in my mouth a few times. I liked it. “I like it”

“Great, Vee it is.” He smirked trying to tug my hair again just to irritate me. I turned my face, captured his hand and pinched it.

“I swear to-” I got caught off by a voice booming right through mine.

“Violet, can I speak to you for a moment.” A voice from behind me spoke, snatching my wrist into his hands. I recognised the voice as Harry’s. “Alone.” He added eyeing Bradley who was standing right next to me.

I turned around and saw the familiar mob of curls pushed backwards with a bandana. His forehead was still full of sweat and his cheeks were rose-coloured.

“Actually I was just about to-” Brad said grabbing my other wrist and pulling me towards him. Harry didn’t expect it because he let go of me when the force pulled me into Brad’s chest. I clumsily stood straight again.

“Nobody cares what you were about to do.” He snapped cutting him off. “Why don’t you go to your side of the camp and hang around with your frat friends” He smiled sweetly with a slight evilness to it.

I widened my eyes towards Harry, telling him to stop.

“Go Brad” I ordered him, not wanting him to get even more involved.

“Fine, go ahead and be the lap dog of your sergeant” he mumbled and stormed off to his side of the camp.

When he was out of sight I could feel the warm hand encircling my wrist again and roughly pulling me along with him. I decided not to debate with myself whether this was a good idea or not.

I looked up at him to see the sweat drops dripping down his red cheeks onto his chin, where they stayed for a little while before smashing into the ground. His eyes were set on the horizon in front of us and his lips were pressed together into a small line.

His slightly turn-up nose pointed forwards.

“Stop staring at me.” He demanded when we reached his sergeant cabin. It was made of fragile brown wood, and even though it looked a lot like ours from the outside, the inside was much more luxurious.

I pressed my lips tightly together as he opened the door and quickly turned around to look if there was anybody to see me entering his cabin along with him. When the sight was clear he drew the door open and pulled me along with him inside.

“What the hell is this?” He whisper-yelled to me as he slammed the door close.

“This is your cabin”

“I am not kidding Violet” He chuckled lowly as he leaped –in the way he did- over to the bed.

“Nor am I” I crossed my arms, refusing to even come close to him.

“What were you doing with that boy?” His eyes were blood red and filled with fire as he intensely started in my direction, straight into my eyes.

“That boy, has a name. It’s Brad for you information.” I pointed out.

“I don’t freaking care what his name is. I asked you what you were doing with him.” He hissed at me and stood up, pulling his hand through his brown locks of hair full of frustration until he reached the bandana. He then let go of his hair.

“He was teaching me how to box, that was all he did” I said naïve still uncertain what I was doing here.

“He touched you” He said lowly slowly walking over to me.

“He touched my stomach to guide and teach me.” I yelled and stormed over to him.

“You could’ve helped me or taught me, but you were too busy with whatever you were doing with those girls” I screamed out, tears stinging in the back of my eyes.

“Those girls mean nothing to me.”

“Your smirking and eagerly nodding so that you can perform a thing for them just to show them off your muscles is not nothing.” I said stepping even closer to him. I wanted to slap him so bad.

“It meant nothing”

“It did to me!” I screamed, and I did it. I slapped him. Twice.

The stinging sensation stung in my hand when my palm left his left cheek. I first looked down at my hand to see it redden the second I looked at it. Then I looked up at his cheek, where a big red mark was already forming – the exact size of my hand was plastered on his face like a tattoo.

“I-” I stuttered.

“I didn’t mea-”

“I never meant t-”

“You know Violet, love is a game.” He talked in a very low voice. Like nothing had happened before.

“Well to me it isn’t” I said stubborn, almost forgetting I had slapped him.

“Everything in life is a game when you truly look at it. There will be times when you do not know what will happen, there will be a surprise  that could turn a card around and allows you to win it all, or you lose your turn. However, when you love someone and they love you, it doesn't matter who wins the game. There will always be a time when you have to place all your chips on the table and hope for the best.”

“I don’t need your philosophy or wise words.” I snapped.

“I don’t need your hand palm plastered on my cheek either.” He whispered. “I guess we both just lost the game.”

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Things are about to go down (I'm yelling timber). Well this is a slow update because Easter happened but the chapter is here now. I hope you all had a lovely Easter (if you celebrate it. If not, then I hope you had a lovely few days). I really didn't know what to do with this chapter so I just sort of improvised. I hope it tops your expectations.