Survival
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS
and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the
characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as
well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE,
CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS
NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM!
I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
This story is told from Catherine's POV, in the first person. May throw in
Vincent's POV down the line.
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Chapter 2
Once the bus pulled up at school, I wanted to run off of it, and make a mad
dash for the nearest wooded area. If I was lucky, nobody would notice, and I
would be free from going on the trip from hell. Not that anyone would notice
anyways.....
Over to the side, I saw the larger bus that would be taking the trip students
up to the mountains, their destination. Mentally, I slapped myself. You're
one of those trip students now, dummy!! A small group was already clustered
by the door. I didn't see.......him.
It was a select group that was asked to participate. The High Honor students
and some of the athletes were invited to go. Not that I paid attention, but at
last count, there were 30 students going. Two teachers, Ms. Vargas and Mr.
Bishop, had been "nominated" to chaperone.
I stepped off my bus, and silently walked toward the other group. As I drew
closer, what buzzes of conversation I had heard were silenced. I raised my eyes
slightly. Everyone was staring at me, their jaws dropped. Stuff it, jerks! I
don't want to be here anymore than you want me here! One perk of being
ignored meant I got excellent grades. Not that it felt like a perk right
now....
"Ah, Miss Chandler! Wonderful! Your mother called this morning, telling us
you would be attending," Ms. Vargas gushed. Of course she
did......
Throwing her a wane smile, I put my bag down, propping it on my feet. A few
feet away, I heard two female voices whispering.....
"God, look at her! She's such a freak!"
"I know! I thought we would be able to get away from her for a week!"
"Maybe she'll catch something and die out there!"
"We can't get that lucky..."
Tears burned in my eyes. I don't care if my mother screams at me for a month,
I have to get away from here! I turned to run, but I forgot about my bag. My
feet tangled in it, and I felt myself falling forward. I put my hands out,
bracing for impact.........
and instead felt two large male arms wrap around me, stopping my fall.
A familiar scent assaulted my nose. I froze. Oh God......
"Are you alright?" he asked in my ear, his deep, husky voice washing over me.
Turning in his arms, I saw his dark hair first. Then, my eyes locked with his
chocolate brown eyes that were filled with......concern?
I gasped, and struggled to get out of his arms, finally taking a step back
out of his reach. Kill me.....just kill me now.....please!
He brought himself back to his full height, which was at least a foot taller
than my own 5'3" frame. He watched me, and I realized that I was staring at him.
I felt my face heat up.
"I'm fine," I whispered. He nodded, and I saw the girls laughing behind their
hands. Bitches.....
"Mr. Keller, thank you for showing up on time," I heard Mr. Bishop yell out.
Several of the girls giggled behind their hands at that statement. He was always
running late.
He just shrugged, and grabbed his bag from where it had dropped onto the
ground. It looked heavy. Did he pack for a week or a year?
Ms. Vargas cleared her throat. "Attention everyone! Come closer and listen
closely," she said. Once everyone had moved in closer, she continued. "Now, I
would just like to say first that those of you who were chosen to come on this
trip, Congratulations! This is a wonderful opportunity to experience nature at
its most majestic. The Catskills are a beautiful and spacious location, and I
think all of you will have a wonderful time."
Some grumbling sounded, but most clapped nicely. Apparently I wasn't the
only one who didn't want to come on this trip!
Mr. Bishop stepped forward next. "Ms. Vargas and I have decided to break you
up into groups of two. One male and one female. We feel that this will be a good
learning experience, as you will be responsible for each other. Where one goes,
the other needs to go. Now, before everyone gets excited, you should know that
Ms. Vargas and I have already picked the partners. When we call out your name
and your partners, you will get on the bus and sit together. From the moment we
call your names, you are partners until the end of the trip."
Claire Tyler raised her hand. "Yes, Claire?" Mr. Bishop said.
"Um......so.....if we don't like our partner for any reason.....can we,
like.....trade?"
Several other students nodded their heads, and a couple looked right at
me.
"Nope, no trading. We picked the partners, so there is no changing them."
"Okay, everyone. When I call your names, remember to get on the bus and sit
together...." Ms. Vargas said.
"Alex Salter.......and JT Forbes."
Clair Tyler......and Evan Marks."
"Ashley Webster......and Gabe Lowen"........
I tuned Ms. Vargas out at that point, sitting on the ground by my bag. My
gaze strayed over to Keller. Why did he catch me? I knew that if I had
hit the ground, the entire group would have laughed at me. It's not that I
wasn't used to it, but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt when it happened. My
head spun trying to figure out his motive.
"............and Zach Hayes."
"Catherine Chandler.........and Vincent Keller."
My eyes widened. No! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I looked
around wildly. The remaining girls were giving me death glares, while a couple
of the guys let out breaths of relief that I hadn't been picked to be their
partner.
"Howdy, pardner," Keller said, as he sidled up to me, using some terrible
cowboy lingo. I stared at him, wanting the Earth to swallow me. Why, why,
why!!!!!!! "Come on, let's get on the bus. Do you need any help with your
bag?" he continued, as he reached for said bag.
I came out of my stupor, grabbing my bag just as his fingers brushed against
mine. I pulled back sharply, using my bag as a shield. Keller just shrugged, and
stepped onto the bus.
Does the universe really hate me this much?! Can this damn trip get any
freaking worse!!??
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS
and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the
characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as
well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE,
CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS
NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM!
I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
This story is told from Catherine's POV, in the first person. May throw in
Vincent's POV down the line.
#---------
Chapter 2
Once the bus pulled up at school, I wanted to run off of it, and make a mad
dash for the nearest wooded area. If I was lucky, nobody would notice, and I
would be free from going on the trip from hell. Not that anyone would notice
anyways.....
Over to the side, I saw the larger bus that would be taking the trip students
up to the mountains, their destination. Mentally, I slapped myself. You're
one of those trip students now, dummy!! A small group was already clustered
by the door. I didn't see.......him.
It was a select group that was asked to participate. The High Honor students
and some of the athletes were invited to go. Not that I paid attention, but at
last count, there were 30 students going. Two teachers, Ms. Vargas and Mr.
Bishop, had been "nominated" to chaperone.
I stepped off my bus, and silently walked toward the other group. As I drew
closer, what buzzes of conversation I had heard were silenced. I raised my eyes
slightly. Everyone was staring at me, their jaws dropped. Stuff it, jerks! I
don't want to be here anymore than you want me here! One perk of being
ignored meant I got excellent grades. Not that it felt like a perk right
now....
"Ah, Miss Chandler! Wonderful! Your mother called this morning, telling us
you would be attending," Ms. Vargas gushed. Of course she
did......
Throwing her a wane smile, I put my bag down, propping it on my feet. A few
feet away, I heard two female voices whispering.....
"God, look at her! She's such a freak!"
"I know! I thought we would be able to get away from her for a week!"
"Maybe she'll catch something and die out there!"
"We can't get that lucky..."
Tears burned in my eyes. I don't care if my mother screams at me for a month,
I have to get away from here! I turned to run, but I forgot about my bag. My
feet tangled in it, and I felt myself falling forward. I put my hands out,
bracing for impact.........
and instead felt two large male arms wrap around me, stopping my fall.
A familiar scent assaulted my nose. I froze. Oh God......
"Are you alright?" he asked in my ear, his deep, husky voice washing over me.
Turning in his arms, I saw his dark hair first. Then, my eyes locked with his
chocolate brown eyes that were filled with......concern?
I gasped, and struggled to get out of his arms, finally taking a step back
out of his reach. Kill me.....just kill me now.....please!
He brought himself back to his full height, which was at least a foot taller
than my own 5'3" frame. He watched me, and I realized that I was staring at him.
I felt my face heat up.
"I'm fine," I whispered. He nodded, and I saw the girls laughing behind their
hands. Bitches.....
"Mr. Keller, thank you for showing up on time," I heard Mr. Bishop yell out.
Several of the girls giggled behind their hands at that statement. He was always
running late.
He just shrugged, and grabbed his bag from where it had dropped onto the
ground. It looked heavy. Did he pack for a week or a year?
Ms. Vargas cleared her throat. "Attention everyone! Come closer and listen
closely," she said. Once everyone had moved in closer, she continued. "Now, I
would just like to say first that those of you who were chosen to come on this
trip, Congratulations! This is a wonderful opportunity to experience nature at
its most majestic. The Catskills are a beautiful and spacious location, and I
think all of you will have a wonderful time."
Some grumbling sounded, but most clapped nicely. Apparently I wasn't the
only one who didn't want to come on this trip!
Mr. Bishop stepped forward next. "Ms. Vargas and I have decided to break you
up into groups of two. One male and one female. We feel that this will be a good
learning experience, as you will be responsible for each other. Where one goes,
the other needs to go. Now, before everyone gets excited, you should know that
Ms. Vargas and I have already picked the partners. When we call out your name
and your partners, you will get on the bus and sit together. From the moment we
call your names, you are partners until the end of the trip."
Claire Tyler raised her hand. "Yes, Claire?" Mr. Bishop said.
"Um......so.....if we don't like our partner for any reason.....can we,
like.....trade?"
Several other students nodded their heads, and a couple looked right at
me.
"Nope, no trading. We picked the partners, so there is no changing them."
"Okay, everyone. When I call your names, remember to get on the bus and sit
together...." Ms. Vargas said.
"Alex Salter.......and JT Forbes."
Clair Tyler......and Evan Marks."
"Ashley Webster......and Gabe Lowen"........
I tuned Ms. Vargas out at that point, sitting on the ground by my bag. My
gaze strayed over to Keller. Why did he catch me? I knew that if I had
hit the ground, the entire group would have laughed at me. It's not that I
wasn't used to it, but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt when it happened. My
head spun trying to figure out his motive.
"............and Zach Hayes."
"Catherine Chandler.........and Vincent Keller."
My eyes widened. No! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I looked
around wildly. The remaining girls were giving me death glares, while a couple
of the guys let out breaths of relief that I hadn't been picked to be their
partner.
"Howdy, pardner," Keller said, as he sidled up to me, using some terrible
cowboy lingo. I stared at him, wanting the Earth to swallow me. Why, why,
why!!!!!!! "Come on, let's get on the bus. Do you need any help with your
bag?" he continued, as he reached for said bag.
I came out of my stupor, grabbing my bag just as his fingers brushed against
mine. I pulled back sharply, using my bag as a shield. Keller just shrugged, and
stepped onto the bus.
Does the universe really hate me this much?! Can this damn trip get any
freaking worse!!??
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