"What's up with you, princess?" Ah, there's that pet name again. He sure loves to throw that around.
"Nothing," you grumble, hurriedly wiping your face and hoping your eyes aren’t too puffy. You tense when he suddenly sits down beside you, green and black filling the corner of your eye.
“Hey…are you crying?” he asks softly, softer than you’ve ever heard his voice before.
“What? No. Of course not. Why would I be?” you snap a little too defensively. Ugh, you knew you should’ve hidden somewhere better than behind the girls’ cabin. He doesn’t reply for a moment, making the air around you silent, the only thing filling said silence is the crickets that are chirping.
“Who was it?”
“What?” you ask surprised, finally turning to look at him only to find him not looking at you anymore. He’s looking out in front of him with his hands balled into fists, his eyes squinting towards the lake like it personally offended him. Eh, it probably did.
“Are you deaf? I asked who made you cry,” he snaps, finally bringing his eyes to yours. You stare into his green eyes, letting out a sigh when you realize you’re not going to be able to get out of this one. He won’t stop until he finds out who. Luckily for you, it’s a girl; otherwise, he probably would’ve beaten the dude half to the death.
“It was just Heather. And no, I didn’t cry in front of her. She doesn’t know that she actually got to me,” you mumble, sniffling as you use your sleeve to wipe your nose. It’s gross but you don’t really care right now.
“Heather? Oh, c’mon, (Y/n). Don’t let her get to you.”
“As if she hasn’t gotten under your skin before! She gets under everyone’s skin! I don’t know how she has any friends.” He laughs at that, suddenly wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. You blush as you lean into him, finding comfort in his warmth on the cool night.
“That’s the zinger. She doesn’t actually have any.”
“Mm, I suppose you’re right.” You smile and wipe your face once more before taking a deep breath and letting it go. “Hey, thanks for cheering me up.”
He grunts and turns to look down at you. “Don’t mention it, princess. I only did it because I need to make sure my teammate is in top shape for tomorrow’s challenge,” he defends. You swear you see his cheeks gain color, but he turns his head away before you could really check.
“Hm, I’m sure,” you whisper as you grin up at him. He huffs and rolls his eyes but doesn’t make any further comments. You hum and kiss his cheek before laying your head on his shoulder.
You hope that if you don’t win the money, it’ll at least be him.
