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Boot Camp for Bad Boys

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I know I know, this camp was supposedly established to train bad boys to be better people of the society. But then also, there's my dad who took the advice from Principal Walters to enroll me into boot camp for my bad behavior and also because my principal had his last straw when I punched Cassie Evans in the face.

I bawled my eyes out hoping my parents would change their minds but instead, there I was standing at the front office of a boot camp for boys the next day to be enrolled 4 months in hell. I'd be lying if I didn't constantly plan to go all prison break out of this place, but a boy named Caleb Hawthorne MIGHT just make me change my mind.

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Chapter 1
    "Sit down Allie.” Principal Walters instructed me to take a seat with his back turned away from me while dusting his trophies on his bookshelf. I adjusted my denim jacket and sighed out loud, rolling my eyes as I took in the familiar setting of the all furniture he had in his room. There was a potted fern which I particularly liked that sat next in a large pot next to me, so I leaned back in my seat, hoping the two edges would hold my weight together as I patted the plant gently. And then I stole one of his pencils to keep as a souvenir from each visit to the principal’s office. Anyways, back to why I was in here for the second time this week. I was used to getting into trouble with most teachers at school to a point where they would send me to the principal’s office whenever they liked; it was as if I was visiting my old bald relative because it became so frequent. "So, I've been told what you have done to Cassie, well I’ll say, that was a nasty thing to do." I mimicked his words. What? He used the same line on me every time I got into trouble. He put down the cleaning cloth on his desk along with a weird looking trophy and took a seat right opposite me. “She really had it coming, besides, passive aggressive don’t really work for me. I mean, I barely touched her...” I smirked, recalling the incident where I had yanked some of her extensions out of her hair since she rubbed it in my face that she stole my pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. "Stop sassing your principal!" he reprimanded. "And may I know the reason as to why did you punch her again?" "What? She deserved it" I mumbled. "That whore." "So tell me, what did she do to you to earn a broken nose?" Principal Walters clasped his hands in front of him, leaning closer to take a good look at me. I was really, really trying hard not to laugh but that’ll just make me more like a psychopath. Oh yeah, and I might have punched her a little too hard. "She slept with my boyfriend and also, because I wanted to prove my friend right that it was indeed a nose job, it broke easily than I’ve expected" I answered curtly, folding my arms across my chest. I didn't cry about the fact that my ex cheated on me, I knew something like that was going to happen since we never did so much. I mean, we did go out on, hold hands a couple of times, kissed here and there but like twice? And it lasted only 2 minutes because I just wasn’t in the mood. I guess it’s safe to say I dated him for the thrill of it. But that doesn’t change the fact that he indeed cheated on me. So, I guess applying super glue in his boxers could call it even, right? "You should've have given her a black eye too." he nodded as he clicked his silver pen and started writing on a piece of paper that I was now paying close attention too. He’s probably writing down a whole new list of reasons why he should suspend my mischievous ass from high school. "You really think so?" my eyes sparkled for a bit, batting my eyelashes at him hoping I’d get away. "Because I would love to...” "No, you will not do such a thing young lady!” he said a little louder this time and I flinched, pouting as I leaned back into my seat. “Now, let's see what we’ve got here..”  He picked up the trophy that he placed earlier on his desk and handed it to me, gesturing me to read whatever was written on the golden plate. I grabbed the ugly looking award, turning it upside down, jiggling it in hopes he’d stashed a few pennies in there but there wasn’t any. Damn it. "Before I became a principal, I was a...” "Wait let me guess, an exotic pole dancer?" "No, I...” "Uh...A mafia?" I lifted my finger. "No Allie, I...” “Ah, a club DJ, you know, the one who spins and goes like bzzt bzzt bam?" I questioned, raising a brow. "Allie Stone! Let me speak." he snapped. "Okay okay, sorry.” I made a face and placed both my hands into my jacket pocket. Geez, Walters was getting old and cranky. "I was a Boot Camp instructor, to be honest, I was once like you, I loved to inflict pain on people, punched whoever I wanted, caused havoc in the lab classes I took.." he paused as he too the trophy back from me and examined the trophy under his reading glasses. What’s next he might need? A walking stick? "And..what does that have to do with me?" I asked, not really know where this was going. He smiled. "I will talk to your father concerning your behaviour today, I hope and pray that you’re able to tone your teenage hormones a few notches lower, with that being said, you may return to class." "What? That's it? No I'm-giving-you-detention-for-a-week? Extra 10 laps round the track?" I eyed him suspiciously, placing both my hands at the table in front of me, hoping he’d yell in my face to say it was prank and that he was gonna suspend me. "Suspension maybe?” I suggested a little willingly. He shook his head. "None of that, now, you may leave." he nodded to the door. I got up from the cushioned chair slowly, eyeing his trophy and the principal and then back at the trophy. "Well then, I guess thank you then Mr. Walters." "Oh Allie, be sure to save your punches, you're going to need a lot of it" he grinned as I left. * * "I heard what you did today kid." my dad sighed, putting down his cutlery. My mother smirked and gave me two thumbs up from the corner of the table. "Don't you encourage her Hailee.” My dad looked at my mom as if she grew horns on her head and I wouldn’t be surprised if she did one day since my mom was pretty whack. "A girl's gotta do what girl's gotta do, honey." my mom gave me a wink. See what did I told you? Girls understand each other better. "Cassie's a slut, a w***e I tell you!" I defended myself, getting a little agitated as I sat at the edge of my seat, spilling some of my green peas off my plate. "Ah, Cassie Evans?" my mother questioned. "Yeap, a total slut, takes after her mom." my mom agreed. "Language! Jesus!” my dad scolded the both of us. What contradiction—was what I wanted to point out but I decided I should just shut up about that. “What? You used to say that too.” mom mumbled under her breath. "But dad.." I whined. It used to work, the whining I meant, I was daddy's little girl and still is, but I don't think my whining was working this time because the next thing he said made me choke on my broccoli. "You're going to Boot Camp." "I knew Walters was up to something fishy, that sly old fox!" I glared at my father. “You can’t possibly make me go! I still have school to finish? I have friends to hang out with and,..” I was cracking open my skull trying to find a million other excuses but that didn’t seem to buy any of the ones I just gave. “Your principal came up with the idea and I took it, it’s a place tat hopefully you learn a little discipline and maybe some respect." my father spoke with such firmness in his voice that he left no space for any arguments. "No freaking way, I am not going to a Boot Camp and you won’t make me!” I began to feel bile rising up my throat. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. "Principal Walters has already settled all the papers for your temporary transfer to Boot Camp and now all you need is to get your ass to boot camp" he pointed his fork at me and proceeded to cut his cod fish. "Moooommmm" I whined, turning to my mother. “Say something!” Her shoulders sagged. "I’m sorry honey but I’m afraid your father and I decided this was best for you to learn, your father will drop you off tomorrow." "What? Tomorrow?" I stood up from my chair and it fell backwards, with the tears brimming at my eyes, I yelled, "It's not fair; Cassie should go to an all slut camp too then!" I ran upstairs, my feet pounding against the wooden boards. Slamming my room door angrily, I thrashed my bed and threw all the pillows on the floor and plopped myself on the bed. I don't want to go to a boot camp, I can't possibly leave all my friends? What about homework? Yeah well, it wasn’t like I was gonna miss that part of school. This is crazy! I didn’t know the first thing of what went on in a Boot Camp but I knew it wasn’t exactly heaven on earth either. Screaming instructors and crazy PE sessions? I suppose there was the whole part of waking up at the ass c***k of dawn? I grabbed my pillow and yelled into it. "Son of a...” My phone rang on my bed side table. I pushed my pillows to the floor angrily and I looked at the screen through my blurry eyes. I slid my finger across the screen and answered. "Hello?" I mumbled, sniffling. "Hello!" Amanda hollered.  I could hear Simple Plan’s Astronaut playing in the background in her room. “Wait, have you been crying?” the music in her background was then turned down a notch lower. "Great news!” I said sarcastically. “So apparently Principal Walters told my dad I needed some disciplining so I’m forced to a Boot Camp because I’m apparently obnoxious, rude and violent and not to mention, my lack of disrespect for the adults." I bit out, jabbing my bed with a crooked finger. "Wait what? Are you serious? Okay, don’t hang up, I’m be over in 5!” Exactly 5 minutes later my best friend bursts into my room with a giant bag of marshmallows, some chips, Dr. Pepper and a couple of her old DVDs. I supposed now we hardly ever used that sine Netflix was introduced, and then there was always the internet. “Please tell me you’re just kidding, there is no way in hell I can survive a day without my best friend." She had a hard time balancing all the snacks and DVDs in her arms as she treaded carefully over my two big empty luggage. “Oh, you are serious.” She said, eyeing the pile of clothes I had strewn in the corner. “No s**t Amanda. I have already begun packing.” I said, kicking at my clothes. She hugged me tight and sniffled. “I wished I slapped you out of your nonsense sometimes, would have save you all these trouble and Boot Camp.” I smiled a bit. “Yeah I wished you did.” "You’ll be okay, I promise. Take it as a summer vacation and go out there and make new friends, gain some muscles while you’re at it. ” she whispered before pulling away. "And oh, rumour has it that your now ex-boyfriend got his pubes shaved and the skin of his balls bruised, guess the super glue did work huh?" she laughed so hard she doubled over. "Well at least I know now the strength of a super glue, but I do hope I never ever need to use that sort of thing again." I shrugged as I headed into my en-suite to get my toiletry bag while Amanda started up the TV. After an hour of sobbing and cursing basically everyone who did me wrong (oh give me a break, I was feeling all sorts of emotions as I was about to leave home for the next few months), I knew I had to start packing. The first thing that Amanda placed in my suitcase was tampons. I gave her that look and she innocently shrugged it off. “What? You surely don’t expect to wrap a leaves over there when that happens right?” I honestly didn’t even know what to bring since this was anything but a vacation. Amanda rolled up my shirts to make more space and I did the same to my shorts and hoodies. I packed some gym clothes, track bottoms, my running shoes and stuffed them all in. “You forgot to pack your bras.” And Amanda threw all of it at me. “Sunscreen unless you wanna resemble a cheeto?” Amanda asked, raising the tube full of sunscreen mom had bought me in when we were in Sydney a couple months ago. “Check.” “Pyjamas?” “Check!” “Your iPod?” “Check!” “Take this with you in case you die of homesickness” Amanda handed me a photo frame with a picture of the two of us hugging on the beach with my parents standing at the back with a coconut in their hands— It was in Bali last summer when she had joined me on our little family trip. “This pictures seems like it was taken forever ago.” I smiled, “But, thank you.” “I think we’re done packing. Now, I think it’s time for some movies and our last sleepover, for now.” * * * "Now be good, I don't want to receive any more calls saying that you’re out here again causing troubles in the camp itself, did I make myself clear, Allie?" my father spoke as he took the next exit which led to the highway. I sighed, leaning against the car seat, tapping my feet on the mat anxiously. "Do I have to do this?" I decided not to argue with my parents, at least not on the day I left home. I didn’t want to leave them on bad terms so I might as well put up an act that I had slept on it. "Yes kid, we just hope you know we want what’s best for you." he said. I didn’t answer to that. I rested my elbow on the car door as I watched the first light that shone on New York City’s skyscrapers, cars that swept past us going up North and returning the other way. Soon, the area that we shortly arrived at was nothing but all trees and..cottages? Why does this seem like we’re out in the country side? Hold on, was there a ‘countryside’ area in New York? Where the hell are we? "Nice environment." my dad looked around his surroundings after a really long drive. I didn’t say much but continued to stare out of the window, frowning when I saw a huge sign that read Boot Camp, 5 miles ahead. We reached a clearing with a really tall gate, there was a guard at the booth and a sign above it read, 'Boot Camp for Boys' "Wait a minute, dad, why are you sending me to a boy’s camp?" I turned to him, looking more afraid than ever. "No honey, it’s a co-ed camp. They just didn’t change the name of the place. Trust me, there has to be girl too. I’m sure you could make a friend or two if you learn to be nice.” “Do I look like I actually want to make new friends here?” I asked, annoyed. The car window rolled down and my dad spoke to the guard. The large gates then flung open and my dad drove his Porsche around the roundabout and stopped in front of the Administration’s office in the compound. I stared at the camp site ahead of me, completely uninterested. Stopping his car, my dad took out my suitcase and I slung my back pack over my shoulder and followed him to an office to register myself. I saw a couple of teenagers walking around, some working out in the hot sun, shirtless boys running on tracks, girls, oh there were girls too. My dad wasn’t lying except he forgot to mention they came with large tattooed muscular arms and teeth that were large enough to gnaw off my tiny limbs. I whimpered as I watched a large looking man walked past me, grunting when she noticed how tiny I was compared to her. I diverted my eyes to the large cabins at the far end which was painted in darker colours. That definitely looked like hell on earth. My dad spoke to the counsellor as I took a seat, my eyes scanned the interior around in his office, there were so many badges and trophies of excellence, there was even certificates, what did they say about this camp again? Was it a boot camp to nurture kids into bad ass?  It seems to me, that this was more like some high achieving university. "This is your room key, I hope that you'll learn something new here but most importantly, have fun." the counsellor handed me a black key with a boot hanging from the key chain. I muttered a word of thanks and I took my suitcase out of the cabin. Have fun he says. I rolled my eyes at the comment and stuffed the key into the back of my shorts pocket. "I hope you’ll be able to learn a thing or two here, we only want the best for you kiddo.” Dad carrased my hair gently. “Yeah sure.” I mumbled. “I love you, be safe.” My dad gave me one last hug and left, never looking back. Guess it was hard on him too that he have to leave his only daughter at a Boot Camp until she learns some manners. “I love you too dad.” I sighed, my heart sank to my chest as I watched my dad’s Porsche driving away further and further away until I could see his car no more. "What's this? Daddy's little girl? This isn’t day care honey.” A tall, fiery redhead taunted. I turned around and watched her smirked at me. A few other girls stood behind her and they stared at me curiously, wondering who the new little spoilt brat was who arrived in a Porsche but didn’t leave with it. Oh look, more of Cassie's kind. What was it with girls taunting girls? I mean what century are we still living in? I mean, girls should support girls! Not tear them down, clearly this girl and I weren’t on the same page. “Bugger off, I’m not in the mood to punch another girl.” I warned as I grabbed the handle of my suitcase, dragging it behind me. I can't possibly give my father any trouble just after a minute he left. I'll just get over and done with this whole camp and just go home. “Where do you think you’re going?” the red head blocked my path and I sighed out loud. “Excuse the f**k out of my way.” I seethed, glaring at her. I was beyond annoyed and was ready to pounce when some random stranger rushed her way up to us. "Lay off, Maya." a girl with golden brown hair with the blue-est eyes I’ve ever seen stood up to them and defended me. She had a splatters of freckles on her cheeks and her eyes were a dash of grey, she looked super fit she almost made me look like those flying balloons at the car dealerships. "Bug off Demi, this new meat is our rag doll now." "Do you want me to report this? You’re already on probation and I hope you learned your lesson." this girl called Demi turned her attention to the red head. “Your taunts don’t mean anything, let’s go girls, we’ll come back some other day.” The red head gave me one last glare and stomped off. I quirked a brow at this Demi girl, why would she even bother defending me? It wasn’t like I couldn’t defend myself, I mean, this is what I do. Getting into trouble, getting into fights.. "Okay enough with all the awkwardness. Hi, I'm Demi what do I call you?" she beamed at me and extended her hand shortly after she introduced herself. I shook it. "Allie." "So, what cabin will you be staying in?" she asked. "709" I answered. "Ah, so you're my new cabin mate, come on, I'll take you there." she chirped and helped me with my suitcase. "Thank you.” "Don't mention it" she smiled.  

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