As We got closer, I saw that it was not the camp owners waiting for us, but our bosses. Trey’s boss, Steve, was short and skinny, brown hair and brown eyes. Not impressive to say the least. Then where was my boss, Caleb. He was a little taller than me and has a toned and tanned body. He had blonde shaggy hair and green eyes. He was 21 and a punk-skater type. As I jumped out of Trey’s pick-up truck I felt Trey trying to grab my hand, but instead I ran up to Caleb and messed up his hot, shaggy hair.
“Sorry, Caleb.” I whispered in his ear in my sexiest voice possible. Then as I tried walking way I felt someone grab my wrist violently. As I was pulled backward I could see the pissed-off look on Caleb’s face.
“I’ve been waiting out here for 3 hours, Alexia.” He said. I felt nervous and did not know what to say.
“I said I was sorry!” I said defensively, “You didn’t tell the owners yet, did you?”
Caleb then gave me a cocky look and said, “No, not yet at least.” I was infuriated, not at myself but at Trey for putting me in this position. I started walking away again and realized that Trey and his boss had already left.
“Where are you going?” Caleb asked.
I answered hatefully, “To pack my stuff.”
“Oh, and why is that?” he asked, again cocky.
I got right up in his face and said, “Your obviously sending me home, and I’d rather not make a scene.” Then he pressed his body against mine.
“Who said I was going to tell on you?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes and started walking back to my room when I heard him run up to me and bock my way. “I won’t tell as long as you tell me where you were,” he said. I bit my lip nervously and decided to tell him.
“If you must know, me and Trey were fucking at a motel, okay?” I said matter-of-factly and began to walk again. He grinned and started walking with me. The parking lot where we were standing was completely silent. I decided to sit on the stairs leading up to the rooms and relax, but Caleb had other plans for me.