Chapter 17
Andy slides the door open and Will gets in and sits on the floor in between Zoey and Andy.
It's so awkward, you can feel it in the air, I bet the only person in this car who actually wants Will here is Lola, and I think she just wants him here to get to me. Jokes on her though, because I'm dating Jackson.
Bobby starts to drive again, and it's quite. Well up until Max decides to talk.
"So Will, you cheated on Ramona, and now you're about to catch these hands" Max begins to unbuckle his seatbelt, but Jackson quickly throws his arm around Max stopping him.
Then Will quickly whips his head around like he didn't notice that us three were back here, and our eyes instantly lock.
"Stop staring at Jackson's girlfriend Will, or he'll beat you up again just like he did at the party. I mean how could you forget you still have the black eye to remind you of that day." Zoey smirks.
Will looks away from me quickly, and Lola turns in her seat and straight up death glares me.
"Hey, Vulture. Whip your head around like that one more time and you might get whiplash" Max snaps at Lola and she scoffs at him.
"Max, why are you so...snappy?" Bobby asks
"I was woken up from my beauty sleep, at 2 in the morning and now I'm stuck in this car with a witch in the front seat-"
Lola cuts Max off from his rant. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, chop sticks" Max snaps at her.
"Okay time for you to take nap" Jackson says cutting off the glaring contest between Lola and Max.
Max snuggles up to Jackson and starts to fall asleep.
"Awwww, Jackson is such a nice big brotha" Bobby says in a baby voice and everyone laughs, well except Jackson.
"Whatever" Jackson mumbles.
"So Willy Wonky Poo" Lola starts, and I mentally gag at that nick name. "Do you want to share a tent with me when we get there?"
"Sure" Will shrugs, and goes back to his phone.
Lola looks at me and winks, and I just look back at her, and then she winks again but I just continue to stare at her wondering what it is that she's doing. She winks at me again, and when I don't do anything she just glares at me and turns back around in her seat.
"Lola do you need some eye drops?" Zoey asks.
"No I'm fine" She snaps.
"Hey Ramona?" Will turns his head and looks up at me.
"Don't talk to her" Jackson cuts in.
"You don't even know what I was going to say" Will, now turns and looks in Jackson's direction.
"I don't care what you were going to say, you're not allowed to talk to her" Jackson says, obvious jealousy laced in his voice.
"Anyway, Ramona I would like to say I'm sorry" Will says, completely ignoring Jackson's request not to talk to me.
"Cool" I say dryly, and look out the window.
"Really? I just apologized to you and all you have to say is cool"
"What do you want me to say, I'm happy that you cheated on me? I'm not going to say that, if that's what you want." I whip my head around to look at him.
He rolls his eyes at me. "I don't even know what I saw in you, oh wait I remember I saw a drunk girl who I thought would let me get into there pants, but that didn't happen a month later still didn't happen, to be honest you were just a big disappointment, I'm so glad I have Lola now. She gives me what I want" He winks at me before finally turning around.
You will not cry, you will not cry. I tell myself as I look out the window.
"Okay I'm not just going to sit here and pretend like that didn't happen, you will not talk to my Best friend like that. Got that? You're the one who cheated and lied to her so don't try and make her feel like the bad person, when you're the two timer" Zoey snaps at him.
"Yeah, what she said. Also, you're missing out on a lot, Ramona is the best girlfriend I ever had, but you know what thanks for cheating on her, not really but you know what I mean, because we wouldn't be dating right now if it wasn't for you, because she wouldn't have cheated on you. She's better than that, better than you" Jackson buts in.
"Can you guys just stop, like now. Stop making him feel bad, like he doesn't deserve, like-"
"If you say like one more time..." Zoey cuts Lola off.
"You'll what? Hurt me?" Lola smirks.
"Maybe" Zoey shrugs, and Lola's eyes widen at her, before the whole car is just quite.
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"We're here" Bobby says once he parks.
"Finally, there was to much drama for me in here" Andy says, getting out of the car quickly.
"Bobby Boo where'd you find this place, it's nice" Lola says getting out of the car.
"It's my parents campsite, we go here every summer"
We all get out of the car, and start taking our tents, bags, and other stuff out of the car.
I here someone yawn, and I look to see Max getting out of the car. "Thanks for waking me up guys" he says sarcastically.
"No problem little bro" Jackson smiles at him, and Max just rolls his eyes.
"Hey guys, you want to get in the lake?" Bobby asks us.
"I don't have a bathing suit" I sigh.
"Yes you do, I threw some in there when you weren't looking when I was helping you pack your bag" Zoey says.
"Why when I wasn't looking?" I ask a little scared.
"Because I had went to the mall and bought you some bikini's because you need to show more skin, and otu wouldn't like that, so I did it when you weren't looking" She smiles at me innocently.
I look at my bag and then at her. "Like I said earlier, I'm not going swimming I don't have a bathing suit"
"Ha, why? Is it because all your fat rolls will be flopping around" Lola laughs, and she's the only one that laughs. "Or is it because you know I'm WAY more prettier than you, and you don't want to seem uglier to me in comparison"
"Actually it's for none of those reasons, come on Zoey help me pick out a bathing suit" I slyly smirk at Lola as I turn away.
"Yay! I thought you'd never ask" Zoey jumps over to me excitedly.
"We still have to put up the tents!" Bobby yells after us, but we continue to walk.
I'll just change behind a giant tree.
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So Lola and Ramona are about to have a bathing suit competition, let's see how that goes.
Also, I'm switching up the next chapter. It's going to be in someone else's POV, try and guess who's
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