Daisy's POV

I exit the trailer and start to walk in the direction of the tent when I spot Chloe and Bloom watching something on their phone and giggling afar off and I turn to move in their direction instead.

"Hey, what are you cork screws up to?" I say hugging them both.

They start to giggle again and my curiosity starts to pique. "It's" giggle "just so" laughs "funny" Chloe manages to cackle out between her laughs.

"What's funny?" I say giggling even though I don't know what they were laughing about but Chloe's laugh was just so infectious.

"This" Bloom answers shoving the phone they were staring at earlier in my face.

I notice a paused video and I restart it. It was a video starring Mr. Fiddles when he gathered the students in the cleared space to give them their assignment for the camp. Clearly, I overslept.

Mr. Fiddles back was facing the tree that his boxer was hung but he was completely unaware of it.

"Your project assignment is to find a medicinal plant, study it, recognize it, state its uses and the product it can be made into". Mr. Fiddles bellows trying to fall into the role of authority since he was the teacher in charge.

He continues to order them what he wants done and the consequences of not completing the project by the end of the week when Mark suddenly speaks up.

"Uhmm................you've got a little something there" he says pointing to the boxer gloriously hanging on the tree branch.

Mr. Fiddles face reddens in recognition but he quickly covers it up. "Who is the shameless rascal that decided to turn his underwear into a flag?" he asks obviously trying to not show it was his.

"I believe it might be yours" Dean points out in the video and I take a little moment to sigh at his perfectness.

"Why would that horrible thing belong to me" Mr. Fiddles asks feigning disgust.

"Because it has your name on it" Dean says walking towards the boxers and lifting it up to reveal the boxer's band that clearly says in bold written letters. 'To FIDDLES MY BABY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. LOVE, MAMA '

Mr. Fiddles face turns into the color of a fire truck as he snatches his property from a smirking Dean and tucks it in his pocket. He glares at all the students present in the cleared space and storms off.

He had always reminded me of Mr. Crocker in Fairy Odd Parents. I'm just saying.

The video finishes after the 4 minutes, 20 seconds it lasted and I burst into laughter.

"That was hilarious!" I croak out still laughing.

"I know right? I mean did you........" Bloom pauses trying to breath between her laughter "...see his face?" she finishes. I try to stop laughing but the harder I try the more it increases.

"What's so funny?" A deep voice whispers in my ear and a sense of déjà' vu washes over me. I turn and see Hunter standing beside me, his hands in his pockets looking completely relaxed.

I hadn't thought everything that happened last night through yet so I don't know how to act around him. His friends approach us from the opposite side Hunter came from.

"You look like death" is the first thing Dean says to Hunter when they finally reach where we were standing.

I look up at him and see nothing different from his usually perfect face.

"I feel like death, I didn't sleep a wink last night thanks to someone" he replies while staring me in the eye as if to say 'that's right, it's your fault'.

Everyone turns to give me questioning looks but I ignore them.

"We should get started on our project" Bloom says to Chloe probably trying to avoid seeing Blake any longer.

Chloe easily picks up the hidden message and they both say their 'see you later' and walk off to God knows where. The guys also go to find their own partners leaving only me and Hunter.

"So........" I trail off not knowing what to say to him. "Let's go get started" I finally say.

He nods and starts walking in the direction of the river prompting me to follow him.

"I have an idea of what plant we can work on, it's called a sage plant" He says. "I noticed some growing by the river earlier" He adds.

He continues to talk not once mentioning what happened last night. And even though I don't want to talk about it especially with Hunter, I know I should say thanks.

"Hey, Hunter" I call out to him drawing his attention to me.

"Thanks for last night" I say awkwardly. If anyone had ever told me I'd be saying thank you to Hunter one day, I would have laughed in that person's face and called him/her crazy.

He smirks and raises an eyebrow "There's no need to thank me, consider what I did as a reward for the strip tease you gave me when you were preparing for bed last night". He says then continues to walk away.

My jaw drops open, literally.

I thought he was asleep! That jerk!!

All mushy feelings -that Hunter might actually be a nice guy- that I'd developed overnight vanishes like smoke and I feel like strangling him. Now this was what I was used to.

I run and finally catch up with him by the river and see him bending while picking up pebbles to throw in the river.

It's revenge time.

I try my best to sneak up on him. You'd think I would have learned my lesson since the last time I tried it didn't work out so well for me but I obviously didn't.

I get close enough to push him in the river and pull back my hand ready to push him in. As if he has a Daisy radar, he turns to face me just as I push him making him catch my wrist trying to maintain balance. But since I weighed nothing compared to him, we both go tumbling in the water.

Damn it! Another failed attempt at revenge.

I fall on top of him and his hands wrap around my waist making me feel as if I was in some kind of romance novel. Only if this was a romance novel, it would be a tragedy in which the girl ends up killing the boy.

I groan as I feel water seeping in my clothes. "I hate you" I say glaring at him.

He doesn't answer and look at his face to see him smirking. "What's so funny?" I snap.

"You look like a little kitten when angry" he answers still not letting go of his hold on me.

"Let me go" I puff out angrily.

Thankfully, he obliges and I stand up and walk to the river bank; water dripping from my clothes. Hunter follows and takes off his shirt and I find my eyes automatically moving down his chest. There's only one world for it; WOW!

"Take a picture, hippo, it lasts longer" Hunter says cockily.

Hippo?

"Who's Hippo?" I ask him.

He gives me a 'duh' look "Have you forgotten the tip toeing incident?" he asks.

I remember my first failed revenge plan yesterday and my face heats up. But seriously, Hippo? That's the most uncute nickname of all uncute nicknames, not that I want a cute nickname from Hunter or anything.

I ignore him and take off my jacket while making my way back to the tent. I hear his loud chuckle as I continue to walk away.

When I was about 100 meters to the tent, I start hearing whimpers and the little bush beside the path starts to rumble. I know I should probably run but curiosity killed the cat, right?

I take slow cautious steps towards the bush and pick up a tiny stick since it was the best I could get at that moment to ward off any potential danger.

"I've got a stick and I'm not afraid to use it" I say trying to scare off whatever it was that was in the bush. Something suddenly jumps out and I throw away the stick and start to run like hell was after me.

As I continue to run, I hear a tiny bark and turn back to see a tiny Cavalier King Charles Spaniel dog staring at me with pleading eyes.

What's a puppy doing here all alone? Is it lost? Is his owner around here somewhere? I rule out the last question because the school had rented out the entire camping area for the week.

The dog walks up to me and licks my toes that were exposed from the sandal I wore. I think it stole my heart that moment but I can't keep it. What if Hunter the spawn of the devil sees it? I can't even imagine that scenario.

"Shoo, go back to your owner" I say waving my hand to make it go away.

It whimpers again as if it understood what I said.

I sigh, "You don't understand, it's not you, it's me" I try again.

I can't believe I'm actually speaking to a dog as if I'm breaking up with it. Could this morning get any crazier?

It continues to stare at me and I sigh, giving up and scoop it into my arms. It licks my face happily and gives me a look filled with adoration.

I take it into the tent and quickly go outside to check if the coast is clear. I return back inside and see the puppy giving me an innocent look.

"What did you do?" I ask giving it a suspicious look.

I look around the tent to check if anything was out of place when I see something brown on Hunter's bed.

It better not be what I think it is!

I move closer to inspect it to see poop coiled like an icing on a cake decorating Hunter's bed.

Oh my God!

Hunter's POV

I watch Daisy as she angrily marches away and I can't stop my eyes from watching her as she sashays. I'm being a pervert, I know. After I lose sight of her, I put on my wet shirt and make my way to the tent to change my clothes.

At the entrance, I hear someone talking in a panicked voice and a whimper in the tent.

What the hell!

Did Daisy bring a guy in our tent?

I can't stop the rage and disappointment I feel at that thought. That guy isn't going to walk out of there in one piece if I have anything to say about it.

I enter the tent abruptly to find Daisy spreading a huge blanket over my bed. When she finally notices my entrance, she suddenly sits on the space that she spread the blanket on.

"Hey, Hunter" She greets me cheerily, too cheerily. Something's up.

I walk closer to my bed expecting her to get up but she grabs the edge of the bed firmly with both hands.

"What are you doing on my bed?" I ask her.

"Oh me.........nothing, absolutely nothing, why would I ever want to do anything to you? Can't I just chill on your bed as roommates" she answers in a high pitched tone looking at everything but me.

I lean into her personal space to get in her face. "Oh really?" I ask again.

"N-nno....I mean yes" she stutters.

I continue to lean closer while she leans back till she was lying on the bed. I place both of my hands at the side of her head to trap her in.

Her eyes dart to the left and right frantically searching for an escape. She bites her lip in anxiousness and my eyes become fixed particularly to her pink plump lips.

I move my face closer to hers leaving only about 2 inches of space between us.

"H-hunter?" she breathes.

"Don't do that" I groan in a strained voice.

"Do what?" She breathes lowly that I barely heard her.

"Don't bite your lips" I answer my eyes still fixed on her lips.

She quickly releases her lips but runs her tongue over it instead.

An ache so deep to feel her lips moving against mine, to have her in my arms lodge in my throat and I feel as if I won't be able to breathe if I didn't.

I start to finally close the space between us and her hands wrap around my neck. My sole attention was on the thing that had been bothering me since we began this camp trip: her lips.

I lift my eyes to hers and something leaps in my chest.

Rrwoof. Huh?

Rrwoof, Rrwoof----woof.

What the fuck is making that sound?

I lift my head only to see a puppy standing by the side of the bed barking happily.

Oh, it's just a puppy.

I turn back to face Daisy hoping to continue what I was about to do when realization sinks in.

A puppy?

A freaking puppy?!

A freaking puppy in our tent?!!

"What is a puppy doing in our tent?" I ask her calmly, the opposite of what I was feeling was.

"A puppy? I don't see any puppy" She says trying to act ignorant.

At that moment, the puppy walks up to her and licks her feet. I scoff. Try to act dumb now.

"You have to understand, I can't just leave it in the bush. What if it accidentally wanders into the jungle and gets adopted by tigers to be trained to start killing people or oh my god, what if it gets swallowed by a python. It's too young to die" she exclaims.

I raise an eyebrow at her rant.

She sighs "Look Hunter, I'll make sure it doesn't disturb you till this camp is over, just please keep this a secret" She pleads.

"And if it does?" I ask her.

"What?" she says giving me a confused look.

"I said what if it does disturb me?" I ask her frustrated.

"It won't. And if it does, you won't report this to the authorities right?" she says looking at me hopefully.

"That depends" I say.

"On what?" she asks wearily.

"You'd have to do anything I tell you" I smirk.

"It won't bother you anyway so I have nothing to worry about" She confidently says.

I nod and walk to where my clothes were hung and take off my shirt and pants ignoring the fact that Daisy was in the tent. I hear a gasp behind me followed by footsteps hurrying towards the door. I smirk but that smirk soon fades when I remember the moment when I was about to kiss Daisy. I don't know if I should be glad or mad that the puppy interrupted us.

What would it have felt like?

What would it have meant?

Why would I ever be thinking those questions?

It's all probably because I haven't been with a girl in a while and she was the only girl within reach.

I suddenly feel something rubbing against my leg and I look down to see the puppy giving me an expectant look.

"What? You cock-blocker" Well, there's my answer; I guess I'm mad at it. Speaking of the dog, I don't know if it's a boy or girl. I lift the tiny dog up and peer under it.

It's a male.

I put it down but he refuses to go away.

"Seriously, what do you want?" I ask again and he continues to stare at me.

I sigh reaching into my backpack and search for any little harmless object I can find for it to play with. When I can't find anything, I go to Daisy's side of the tent and pick out a green head band and give it to him. He barks in excitement and walks off to lie down on Daisy's bed chewing on the head band furiously.

Oh well, she can't get mad, she owns the dog after all.

I go outside the tent to find Daisy waiting outside the door.

"Why did you run out? You didn't seem to have a problem with my shirtlessness by the river bank" I confidently state.

"Whatever" she says brushing past me to go inside the tent and her scent waft into my nose making me inhale more air.

She smells so fucking good.

I resist the urge to drag her back by her wrist and pull her into my arms to finally get to feel all that is Daisy against me.

Damn it, what is she doing to me?

Daisy's POV

I enter the tent and exhale deeply.

Hunter and I have been at each other's throat for almost 3 years now, so why the sudden attraction? If he had kissed me, what would I have done? In that moment, I probably might have kissed him back.

I start a mantra in my head to put everything back in place.

You have a crush on Dean and no one else, Hunter is just a stupid jerk

You have a crush on Dean and no one else, Hunter is just a stupid jerk

You have a crush on Dean and no one else, Hunter is just a handsome and considerate...................

Ughh

I hear growling coming from my side of the tent and I turn to see the dog munching on something green. I ignore it and proceed to change my clothes.

I prepare to move out of the tent when I realize I had forgotten my bracelet. It was my mother's gift for my fourteenth birthday just before she was murdered.

I blink back tears and try my best to forget the horrible incident that led to my mother being killed and my phobia of darkness.

"Hurry up, we have to start this project or we'll never finish before the deadline" Hunter calls to me from outside the tent.

"I wouldn't have needed to change my clothes if some moron hadn't dragged me into the river!" I scream at him harder than I intended trying to pass all the hurt I was feeling at the moment to him.

"What's with the mood? You sure it's not that time of the month?" he says coming inside the tent and eyeing me wearily.

I ignore him as I scan the tent area with my eyes trying to remember where I placed the bracelet and I see it beside my pillow. I sigh in relief and move to take it when something catches my attention.

Wasn't that my headband the dog was chewing on?

I move closer to try and dislodge the nesting thought in my brain. When I finally confirm that it was mine, I snatch it away from the dog and lift the tattered ruin in disbelieve.

"Oh that" Hunter says pointing to the headband "I gave it to it when it wouldn't leave me alone". He adds.

"You gave it my head band?" I ask giving him an incredulous look.

"It's just a head band, get over it. Besides you were the one who brought a dog in here not me. The dog is a 'he' by the way"

"It was special to me!" I all but shouted in his face trying to make a big deal out of it.

"What? A gift from your boyfriend?" he asks as if it's impossible for me to have a boyfriend.

"Yes and now it's all ruined" I shriek.

Of course I didn't have a boyfriend, but he didn't know that. And I really liked that head band.

He scoffs "You said differently yester night" he says trying to call my bluff.

"Well I lied, okay" I reply composing my face into one of someone speaking the truth.

His face darkens.

"Just get out and let's get this project over with" he states turning to walk out the tent.

What crawled up his ass and died?

I throw the remains of the head band back to the dog; it wouldn't be useful for me anymore anyway.

I gather my note and pen and follow Hunter back to the river to start the project.

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**EVENING**

We worked all day on the project and I was quite surprised to find out just how smart Hunter really is.

After eating dinner and bidding good night to my friends, I go back to the tent to prepare for bed.

10 minutes later, I was happily settled on my bed ready to sleep when Hunter comes in.

I remember that the dog had pooped on his bed earlier so I quickly pretend as if I was asleep. I didn't want to be the focus of his anger, not tonight anyway; I was too tired for that.

I observe him out of the corner of my eye and watch as he takes off his shirt and draws back the blanket I'd spread on his bed earlier to cover up the stains on it.

"What the hell?" He exclaims.

I start to breathe in and out evenly to make my pretense look more real.

"Daisy!" he calls out to me but I don't stir.

He mutters something under his breath and I feel him climbing into my bed.

What is he doing?

Why is he climbing in my bed?

Go back to your poop-infested bed!!!

I can't say that out loud though because I'm supposed to be asleep.

He shifts closer and I forget how to breathe. 15 minutes later but who's counting, his breathing evens out driving home the fact that he was asleep.

I blame the puppy who I'd finally decided to name King for putting me in this situation.

I sigh quietly and shift to the end of the bed to put some distance between us because my hormones were going crazy by just being near him.

I suddenly feel his arm wrap around my waist and pull me against him. He runs his hands over my bare arm and I almost sigh at just how good his touch feels on my skin.

"Hunter?" I call out to know if he was awake.

No response.

"Hunter?" I call out again

He doesn't respond so I conclude he's asleep.

This isn't fair! Why should he be able to sleep peacefully while I was nearly intoxicated with his presence?

He pulls me closer and rests his head in the crook of my neck making me freeze. I should probably leave the bed but I couldn't even bring myself to move.

This is all so wrong. Hunter's arms around me shouldn't feel so good. I shouldn't be feeling like I was home in his arms. This shouldn't all seem so perfect.

All this thoughts have brought me to one conclusion, I think something's wrong with me.

If something is wrong with me, I should probably enjoy the wrongness while it lasts so I relax in Hunter's arms and lay my right arm over his hand that was wrapped around my waist.

Tomorrow, everything can go back to normal.