What was I doing.
Of course I had to go ahead and come along on this stupid middle-school trip. Sure, no problem, just spend a week out in the woods a million miles from anyone with all your buddies from class around you. 'Course, I had about three buddies from class, and hated pretty much everyone else. Oh and look, my buddies are all at a different camping site because I had to do a stupid and have a different homeroom teacher LIKE THAT'S EVEN MY FAULT. So now they're all having a good time and I'm stuck here with these assholes.
Knew I should've faked appendicitis.
It's not all bad though. I at least get enough time alone to slip off and head down to the lake. There I can be alone, which while miserable is still leagues better than being with so many people I hate.
Of course, that's when she shows up.
'How did she find me?' I think to myself, not wanting to take the obvious answer.
"Hey, why are you over here?" she asks.
"Because I'm not over there," I nonanswer.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't really like people all that much." Please take the hint.
"Oh. Me either." Dammit. "So, what're you doing?"
"Just... sitting here. Trying to think." Please go away.
"What're you thinking about?"
"Stuff." Nonanswer. Go away.
"What kind of stuff?"
The kind of stuff that clubs you over the head and then tosses you into the lake to be eaten by fish and they'll never find your body. "Y'know... stuff."
"Why don't you want to answer?"
Because I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want me to answer. "No reason."
"... Is it about me?"
Yes. "No."
"You sure?" When did she get that close? Just a second ago she was right over by the trees and now she's a few feet away from me.
"Yes."
"I see... So what are you thinking about?"
None of your business! I do not owe you any answers! "Well, I was trying to think about how I don't really like people, but I didn't make it much past being alone." Damn it. One of these days I'll learn how to lie.
"Well, you don't have to be alone..."
Well I do if I want to get any thinking done. "I like it better than being surrounded by people."
"What about just one person?"
... Uh oh.
She's close now. Almost uncomfortably close. In fact, she is uncomfortably close. "What are you saying?" I ask, knowing full well what she's saying.
"I'm saying... I like you. You know that."
Yeah, I do. "Look... The thing is, I don't like you. YOU know that."
"I know... But-"
"But nothing! I don't like you. At all. It's not that I don't like-like you - I don't, by the way - it's that I don't even like you. You bug me, a lot. Please, please go away."
She nods and is silent for a bit. "Okay. I'll leave you alone."
"... Thank you."