Xavier
Landon doesn't speak another word until we're back in the tent and zipped up safely in our sleeping bags. There, he tosses me a roll of gauze tape and says, without any preamble, "I stole this from Olly. Wrap your arm up before that cut gets infected." I do as he says, even though I hate taking orders from him. So far Landon has proven that he's way more on top of things than I could've ever imagined. Not only did he manage to trick the boys into a wild goose chase, but he also rigged the tent zipper so that if any of them decide to return for round two, his metal water bottle will topple over, alerting us to their presence. And, in case things get physical again, he has his flashlight hidden underneath his pillow, and I have a stick from the woods stashed away in my sleeping ba
