CHAPTER 8
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Fishing gear. Climbing gear. Camping gear.
Holy s**t! These were some expensive high-grade stuff. The moment we stepped into Michelle's house, we were all in awe of the equipment laid out before us.
"Michelle, are you like... a hardcore outdoor enthusiast or something?" Galatier asked as she poked around, inspecting everything with curiosity.
"Nah, it's all my dad's. I don't even like outdoor activities. I'd rather stay in my room and read," Michelle replied casually.
I frowned. Weird. Then why the hell did she join the hiking club?
Michelle was the kind of person who could ace anything she chose. She could've picked any other elective and breezed through it without issue. So why would she voluntarily choose an activity she didn't even like?
"Whoa, this tent is HUGE! It could fit like... five people in here!" Emma pulled out a large gray tent from one of the storage boxes. It looked massive and heavy.
"Probably not," I mused. "Thomas is too big."
"Then let him sleep in his own tent," Galatier smirked, sending a mocking glance at Thomas.
Thomas glared at her like he was about to murder her.
"No way— I'm scared of ghosts," he muttered.
That made everyone snap their heads toward him in disbelief.
Him? Scared of ghosts?
If anything, ghosts should be scared of him!
"Alright then, let's just take one tent. There's still a ton of other stuff we need to carry. And there's no way I'm lifting all this—I just got my nails done," Galatier flaunted her freshly manicured nails like she was some kind of diva.
We continued sorting through the necessities. The tent was the main priority. But then—I noticed something.
Michelle.
She kept glancing at Thomas.
Oh. My. God.
No way.
I observed her for a little longer, and then it hit me— she likes him.
That explains why she joined the hiking club despite hating outdoor activities.
I almost felt bad for her.
She had no idea Thomas was gay.
"Thomas, when did you get a tattoo?" Galatier suddenly pointed out as he bent down to lift something. His slightly loose shirt revealed a small tattoo on his left chest.
Thomas's eyes widened, and he immediately straightened up, glaring at her.
Galatier laughed, like she had already known he had it.
"Where?! Let me see!" I shot forward in excitement, but he quickly covered it up.
"It's nothing," he dismissed.
"Oh, but I definitely saw something. It was a V... Vi... what was it again?" Galatier teased, smirking.
Thomas's expression darkened.
"Vile bastard," he muttered under his breath, flashing a satisfied smirk.
Galatier scowled, clearly unimpressed. These two... If they didn't bicker at least once a day, I'd be genuinely concerned.
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The Camping Trip———-
The hike up the mountain was hell.
The scorching sun turned Galatier into a melting mess, and she complained the entire way.
By the time we finally reached the campsite, she collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.
Honestly? Same.
Who the hell decided that camping had to involve dragging ourselves up a goddamn mountain? Why couldn't we just go to one of those drive-in camping grounds like normal people?!
Emma and Michelle, on the other hand, looked completely fine.
How the hell were they surviving this? They were both stick thin—I thought the wind would blow them away, but here they were, unfazed.
Thomas wasn't even sweating. The moment we arrived, he immediately got to work setting up the tent, with Emma and Michelle helping him.
Meanwhile, Galatier and I? Yeah, we were just lying on the ground, utterly dead.
By the time our tent was set up, the club presidents had already gone around taking pictures.
"Galatier, are you alright? Here, have some juice," some of the guys from the club approached, showering her with attention.
Of course. She was hot.
And just like that—I instinctively moved away.
Damn it. My stupid androphobia was kicking in again.
I tried to stand up, planning to help Emma and Michelle with food prep, but as soon as I got up too fast, my vision spun.
I nearly collapsed.
A large, rough, and calloused hand caught my arm just in time.
"Careful," Thomas steadied me.
"Thanks—" I began, still a little dizzy.
Beside us, Galatier saw the whole thing and let out a quiet giggle.
"Stop lying around and go help the others," Thomas scolded her.
Galatier rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed at being bossed around.
The campsite wasn't too bad. There were restrooms, showers, and it was actually pretty clean.
After dinner and a quick shower, I was exhausted.
I just wanted to sleep.
But no.
We were all forced to sit around the campfire.
"Let's play a game! It's called King's Game," the club president announced enthusiastically.
I was sitting between Thomas and Michelle, already half-asleep.
Oh my God, when was this night going to end? First, singing. Then, ghost stories. Now, a damn game?!
"It's simple! Everyone draws a slip of paper. Most will have numbers, but two will say 'King.' The Kings can command any numbered person to do whatever they want. If you refuse, you get punished—by stripping and dancing!"
The crowd roared with excitement.
We all took a slip of paper.
I peeked at mine. Number 7.
"Who's the first King?"
"Me!" Some random guy shouted.
"I command Number 3 to sing 'Baby Shark'!"
Immediate chaos.
Number 3 groaned, looking absolutely miserable.
The second he started singing, it was an absolute disaster.
He was so off-key that it sounded like a dying walrus attempting to recite a poem.
The whole campfire erupted in laughter.
"Next King?"
"Me!"
Oh no. It was Galatier.
"I command... Number 7 to kiss someone of the opposite s*x!"
The entire group lost it.
Excited cheers, wolf whistles, absolute madness.
I froze———Wait.
Number 7?
That's... ME!
I instantly woke up. My exhaustion vanished.
"Alright! Who's Number 7? Speak up, or we'll make you strip!"
Damn you, Galatier!
I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest.
Kiss. A. Boy.
Oh hell no.
The only guy I really knew here was—
"One..."
SHIT s**t s**t—
"Two..."
"I-IT'S ME!"
What?!——-Michelle?
I turned to stare at her in shock.
She raised her hand hesitantly.
"I'm Number 7," she said softly, standing up.
"Pick someone," the club president teased.
Michelle hesitated.
Then—she walked forward.
Straight to Thomas.
And before he could react—
She pulled him down and kissed him...
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