The Island - Chapter Seven
Sorry I took so long(:
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"You okay?" I asked Mayra as I approached her. She was sitting on a bucket, close to the shore.
She didn’t answer she was too busy stating out into the ocean. I guess she was still thinking about her breakup with Tony yesterday.
I decided not to press the issue and sat down next to her on the sand. I scooped up pile in my hand and let it slide through my fingers. I sighed.
I hadn’t spoken to Brody since our little embarrassing accident yesterday but I was dying to talk to him. He’d called me beautiful; I mean I can’t just forget that.
"God, why are you kicking so much?" I looked up at Mayra who was rubbing her belly. I knew it must be hard for her having to go through this alone so I mentally decided to help her.
I got up, dusted myself off, and walked to where some of the castaways were.
"Patricia, do you know where Tony is?" I asked her once I reached them. She was busy tearing up one of Lexi’s shirts while Drake made googley eyes at her.
I was tempted to join her. Especially because she was tearing Lexi’s clothes.
"Probably off being a man whore. Can you believe he was actually crying over his breakup? I mean he totally deserved it." I rolled my eyes but agreed.
"He’s in the plane." I turned at the deep voice and sure enough it was Brody. I felt myself blush and I was at lost for words.
Brody, however, didn’t show any emotion. Like that was anything new.
"Th-thanks." I stuttered. Gosh, why are you such a spaz, Andrea?" I thought as I walked towards the plane.
Once I had reached it, I was surprised to hear loud sniffles coming from inside. I slowly walked in and looked around with a confused expression on my face.
"Tony?" I asked. I heard fumbling around in the bathroom and soon he emerged.
His eyes were red but it seemed like he was trying to play it off.
"What?" He said. I rolled my eyes.
"You seriously need to go apologize to your girlfriend! Like really!" I put my hands on my hips and tried to make it clear for him.
"I don’t have to do anything." He said grumpily.
"Well then you’re on laundry duty until you do. I hope you enjoy everyone’s dirty underwear." I was about to turn to leave but Tony pulled me back.
I was going to say something or maybe kick him in the nuts but his lips were suddenly crushing on mine. I was so shocked by reflexes just kicked in.
So I punched him in the face.
"Ow! Oh my god. OW!" He yelled as he staggered back. I looked down at my fist, surprised.
In the words of Britney Spears: Whoops, I did it again.
"What happened!?" I heard Patrick yell as he ran up the stairs of the plane to us.
I saw the rest of the group close behind him. I crossed my arms and stared at Tony who was cradling his face.
"She’s a crazy psycho bitch! That’s what!" Tony yelled once everyone was in the plane. I heard Lexi giggle.
"I didn’t even hit you that hard! It could have been worse considering you KISSED me." Everyone went silent once I said that and then out of nowhere everyone started yelling.
"YOU KISSED HER? Pinche carbon! I should hit you in the face myself!" Derrick quickly held Mayra back.
"Seems like Andrea is kissing everybody on this fucking island. Who’s next a fish?" I glared at Lexi and resisted the urge to pull out her blonde hair and give it to Drake to use as toilet paper.
"Tony! How could you kiss my girlfriend like that?! I thought we were cool, man." Patrick said, shaking his head.
I couldn’t believe he’d called me his girlfriend. I wasn’t! Or was I?
"Will you all just shut up!?" Everyone turned to look at Patricia who was standing on a suitcase. "Let’s just get the facts straight. Tony, you’re a pig. Mayra, calm down before you give birth to that baby on the floor. Patrick, Andrea is so NOT your girlfriend so clear that little fantasy put of your head. And Lexi, you’re just a bitch."
I put my hand over my mouth to cover my laughter. Patricia looked pleased with herself as all the yelling stopped.
She stepped off the suitcase and went to go comfort her brother who looked like he was going to break down at the news that I wasn’t his girlfriend.
During all this chaos, I hadn’t noticed Brody had left. I pushed through everybody so I could get to the exit. I covered my ears though once Mayra started yelling again.
"Brody!" I yelled once my feet touched down on the sandy beach. I spotted him by the jungle, leaning on a palm tree.
He looked at me with his piercing eyes then looked away. Damn it.
"Brody?" I said again once I was close to him. He just stared at the ocean.
Ugh, I could already tell he was going to be all deep and mysterious again. I sighed and turned away. I was SO not up to deal with constant mood swings.
"You cause so much trouble sometimes…" I heard his booming voice say behind me. I turned and gave him a sassy look.
"Me? Cause problems?! I’m the freaking group leader. How do I cause problems?!" I felt his eyes on me again. I swear he could see right through me.
"People just can’t help but like you. You draw them in." He said slowly.
"Ha ha, try saying that to Lexi. She likes me just as much as I like her." Brody shook his head and I almost fainted in shock when he grabbed my hand. I felt goose bumps go up my arms at his touch.
"Well I guess, she doesn’t matter. Andrea, I think I’m falling for-"
"ANDREA! ANDREA! Guys, help!" I clenched my fists. Right when Brody was finally going to open up, someone had to come a ruin it.
I turned and saw that it was Drake. I swear, I was going to the feed the kid to the sharks.
"Dude, shut up." I said and then turned back to Brody. But Brody let go of my hand and walked towards Drake.
Great.
"What is it?" Brody asked.
"It’s Mayra and Lexi again! It’s pretty bad this time." I sucked in a breath and ran towards the plane.
Brody quickly passed me because I had to stop to pick up Drake, who had fallen on his face. Again.
"Oh no." I said softly, once I managed to keep Drake on his feet and finally reach the plane. There was blood and lots of it. And Patrick, in the corner, in a fetal position. But I ignored that.
God, what is this island doing to all of us?
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