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12 | Cruella Called

Shannon decided the she would let me calm down before she would interrogate me on the nights events. She fell asleep quite easily, unlike myself. It was half ten at night and I lay awake looking at the ceiling. My new phone buzzed, interrupting the silence.

‘Hi’ -Chase.

I rolled my eyes and sat the black phone back onto the bedside table. I closed my eyes and hoped for sleep to be kind to me. Another buzz went off, causing me to grit my teeth in annoyance.

‘The least you could do is talk to me.’ -Chase.

I let out a spiteful laugh after reading the message.

‘The least I can do??’-M

‘Yes. Considering I gave you a phone, plus my foot still hurts from where the goon stepped on me..’ -Chase

‘You can have the phone back. Some douche is annoying me on it.’ -M

‘And the foot?’ -Chase

‘My eyes hurt every time I see your face, but I suck it up.’ -M

‘Ouch..?’ -Chase

I turned over in my bed, hoping that he would leave it at that. But I seemed to have forgotten that it was Chase. Of course he wouldn’t drop it.

‘You and Josh seemed quite cozy.’ -Chase

‘We were. What is it to you anyway?’ -M

‘You just seemed upset when you left… Why?’ -Chase

‘You seemed embarrassed, why?’ -M

He didn’t reply. I waited a couple of minutes, before turning my phone on silent.

‘Goodnight June.’ -Chase.

As soon as the text popped up onto my screen, I sighed in defeat. “Goodnight Chase.” I murmured, before finally falling asleep.


Usually on Saturday’s, Camp Step Up The Beat would have a concert day, where the top performer of the week would sing, dance or do whatever they do. Today was different though.

It was visiting day.

All the parents, friends and families of the campers were here, ready to fawn over their loved one, and give them lot’s of presents and say how much they missed them blah blah blah. There would also be boyfriends and girlfriends who were definitely going to break the PG code.

“What happened last night?” Shannon asked, as we worked our way through the concert field. It had been cleaned up after last night, and tables were set up around it for the visitors.


“May, I gave you space all night. So spill.”

I groaned, and pushed passed a random person standing in my way. “Tonight. After dinner?”

“Pinky promise.”

“And they say I’m weird.” I muttered after performing the promise with her. I grabbed her hand and started to pull her faster towards the (now called) visiting area. “Were off to see the wizard! The wonderful wizard of oz!” I sang loudly, gaining lot’s of glances from curious parents. They’re probably thinking something along the lines of ‘Is this the right camp for her?’

“Yes May. They say you’re weird.” Shannon laughed. I stopped in my track, and scanned the crowd hoping to find Kelly.

“Hey loser!” I turned around to see my cousin standing at a table, grinning at me.

“Kelly!” I squealed, and ran over to to her. Kelly just laughs. “Shut up weirdo, you’re making people look at me.” She replied.

I frowned at her reply, “Dude. You haven’t seen me in weeks. Show more enthusiasm.”

“Yeah well. Somehow I survived.”

I looked around and surveyed my surroundings. The field was full, due to the fact that Camp Turn It Up’s usual visiting place is under construction. I saw Jessica sitting beside a sour faced man, discussing something important, Shannon had run over to her parents with a wide smile, Josh was hugging his mother and Shane was laughing with his grandparents, while his arm was wrapped around his little sister.

Meanwhile Chase was sitting at a table with a girl around my age. So much for no one was coming. I thought bitterly.

“So! I have a surprise for you!” Kelly sang happily.

“Oh yeah?”

She nodded, and jumped to the side. “Tada!”

I stared at the person standing behind her, and my mouth dropped open when I realized who it was. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I hissed.

I breathed in and out deeply trying to control my temper. I didn’t want to make a scene with an audience.

“What is he doing here?”

Kelly’s smile fell slightly, “He… He came to see you.” She stuttered.

I shot her a blank stare. “Did I forget to mention the detail of how we are not friends?”

“Well yeah! But he said you guys were talking now…” She whimpered.

I smiled at the asshole who was still standing awkwardly behind Kelly. “Oh did you now? That’s a nice surprise.”

“He can go..” Kelly intervened.

“No! I need to talk to May.” Marc snapped.

I gave him my death glare, the exact same time as Kelly shot him a pointed look.

“I’m going to get a drink. But that’s it! I’ll be back.” He grumbled.

“What are you, terminator?” I spat. He shook his head, not amused by my reply, and walked off to the drink stand. Kelly stood there like a lost puppy.

“I am so sorry! He was really convincing, and I guess I just hoped you guys were friends again! I feel so stupid. Bad Kelly-“

“Kelly! You aren’t a house elf! Stop hitting yourself.” I screeched, grabbing her hand before she damaged herself.

A smile struggled onto her lips. “Forgiven?”

“Meh, maybe later.” I winked, it was hard to stay mad at Kelly. I glanced over to Chase’s table to see his friend and himself laughing madly.

He’s not that funny.

“Who’s he?” Kelly mused.

I looked up sharply blushing. She was pointing at Josh and Shane. I cursed myself for reacting like I did.

“Oh they’re my new best friends. That’s Josh, with the piercing, and that’s Shane. He’s my little cutie.” I beamed.

“Well… Josh keeps looking at you. Anything you’d like to share?”

“No.” I muttered, looking down to hide my blush.

“Oh my god! Spill!” Kelly cried, as I groaned.

“It isn’t anything-” I began, yet a person tumbled into me, cutting me off. “I’m so sorry May! I wasn’t looking.” Chris apologized, and I laughed in reply. “It’s fine. I should have been sitting down out of the way anyway. Oh Chris. This is my cousin!” I turned to introduce Kelly, yet to find her froze. Her face was pale white, and her breathing speed had doubled.

“Kelly..?” Chris breathed.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and watched the exchange between them. “How do you two…”

“I need to go!” Kelly managed to say before rushing out of her seat.

“Kelly wait!” I cried after her, but she refused to slow down. So much for visiting me.

“I’ll go after her-” Chris began.

“Like hell you will! Who the fuck are you?” I yelled, brandishing my finger at him. Who would make Kelly so upset? So angry yet so heartbroken, and make her usual cool facade drop- then it hit me.

“No. No, no, no, no.” I whispered. “Christopher. You’re Christopher.”

Chris swallowed and didn’t reply.

“I knew I saw you before,” I mumbled, half to myself. “I saw you at the park with Kelly. You’re the guy who ‘changed’ her. You’re the guy who left her!”

“You think I wanted to leave her?” He snapped back. “Leaving her was the hardest decision I ever made!”

“Not hard enough! She loved you…”

“So did I!”

“Then why?”

“I was seventeen! I had my whole life…”

I wanted to punch him, yell at him, anything! But I knew he was right. And it sucked.

“I’m going to go find her.” I hissed, before turning on my heel and storming away to the gate.

“May! Wait! We need to talk.” A pair of hands grabbed my waist pulling me to a halt outside the gate. We were standing in the car park, beside the graffitied walls that kept the camp hidden.

“If you ever grab me like that again? I will slap your head against Shane’s name.” I threatened, pointing at Shane’s writing on the wall.

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”

“No. Harsh is me pushing you into a swimming pool full of sharks, smelling like beef jerky and dressed as a fish.”

“You’re right. That is harsh.”

I rolled my eyes and attempted to walk off again, yet Marc stopped me. He was really testing my patience.

“May, c’mon. Hear me out. I’m really sorry about what happened in the park. I didn’t think…”

“I didn’t think.” I mimicked. “What is this? A chick flick?”

“You’re so stubborn!”

“I can be a lot more stubborn, Marc.”

Marc glared at me; He seemed to have dropped the whole ‘I’m a good guy’ act. “You’re being a child!”

“Yolo.” I shrugged.

“Just because you won’t admit you still have feelings for me, doesn’t mean it’s true!” He yelled abruptly, “So just admit it!”

I paused. That had to be the most random statement in the universe. I began to laugh loudly. “Like…” I spluttered. “You think, I-I like you?” I continued laughing, tears pouring from my eyes. “Oh Marc. You funny guy.”

“You’re sure you don’t like me?” He questioned slyly.

I nodded. “Positive thanks.”

“And now? Still positive?” He asked, stepping closer.

I narrowed my eyes at his approach. “I’m still positive.”

Marc stepped closer, still, his eyes not once leaving my face. “And now?”

I could smell his cologne, it wasn’t my favorite but all colognes smell nice. We were almost touching. I was beginning to become flustered, my heart was beating so fast that I’m sure that it was speeding in the law of organs.

Pull yourself together woman!

“If you think this is going to be some cliché movie, where the guy intimidates the girl into kissing him. You are sadly mistaken.” I hissed.

“I’m not intimidating.” Marc whispered, leaning his forehead against mine.

“I have to find Kelly.” I murmured.

“You miss me.”

“Kelly.” I repeated.

“You don’t have to care.”

“I have to-” I was cut off when Marc grabbed my face in his hands, and pulled me in for a kiss.

It was softer than the last. It wasn’t out of anger, more out of need. His chapped lips moved against mine softly and carefully.

Stop. I thought. What are you doing? Don’t let him control you again.

I tried to struggle away from him, pushing him off me.

“Oh. Don’t stop on my account.” A voice from behind me called. I turned to see Chase casually leaning against the wall, eating a packet of peanuts.

My eyes widened when I realized that he had saw… Chase was staring at Marc, not furiously, or jealously, but merely curiously.

Marc had just kissed me, like he used to. He treated me like the same naive idiot I used to be. He used me.

“Hold that thought.”I told him, before turning to face Marc, my eyes flaring. “This is the last time you will ever talk to me. I am done with you. Comprendé?”

And in case he didn’t get the message, I curled my hand into a fist and punched him in the eye. Again. This time it was a full blow. I didn’t hold anything back.

Chase merely raised his eyebrows, and let out a low whistle.

“The fuck? May!” Marc yelled.

“Don’t you ever come near me again, you twisted bitch.” I hissed, “I hate you!”

“You kissed me!”

“You knew that I would, you manipulative little-” I lunged forward, hoping to get another swing at him. I felt arms wrap themselves around me protectively, stopping me. “Calm down May.” Chase whispered into my ear, as he pulled me back.

“Yeah of course.” I replied sarcastically, and tried to jump out of his grip to attack Marc.

“May. I would love to let you beat him up, but this place is a strictly no violence area.”

“Technically, this is outside the camp.”

“Technically you are correct. But, it is morally wrong.”

“My morals are fucked up.”

Chase rolled his eyes in amusement. “I’d run if I were you.” He informed Marc. Marc narrowed his eyes, “This is none of your business.”

Chase merely shrugged, “If you say so then.” He finally released his grip on my waist, allowing me to push Marc to the ground and tower over him. “If you think I’m interested in you. You are so goddamn wrong, it’s as if you want to go to New York, but you’re already in Narnia.” I growled. “I got over you a long time ago.”


“This isn’t some chick flick! Stop living in a movie! It isn’t going to be a story where childhood best friends fall out, and end up forgiving each other and getting together. This chick has more class!”

My hands were shaking with rage after I said this. “Now I have to find my cousin. Get your own lift home.”

I began to walk away, “Make sure you tell your girlfriend what happened to your eye!” I yelled over my shoulder.

I walked off to search for Kelly, but not before hearing Chase snicker. “Tough luck man.”

I couldn’t find Kelly anywhere. Her car was nowhere to be seen. I tugged my phone from my pocket and dialed her number. She answered on the third ring.

“May, I’m sorry. I just- I couldn’t-“

“It’s fine Kells. I understand.” I murmured. “Just text me when you get home okay? So I know you’re safe…”

“I’ll call you tonight.” She bid goodbye, and hung up. I didn’t know how to feel. I pulled my hair in frustration.

Chase approached me cautiously, “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect.”

“May, you can-“

“Isn’t ‘Miss no one’ waiting for you?” I asked, with a sweet smile. Chase groaned, and put his eyes up to the heavens.

“I didn’t know she was coming.”

“Sister or girlfriend?” I asked curiously.

“Ex.” He snapped. I raised my hands in mock defense, while holding back a laugh.

“Ex sister?” I faked stupidity.

“Ex girlfriend, buttercup.”

“Her name’s buttercup? I already pity her..”

“You’re buttercup! You know what? Never mind. We should get back.” He grumbled.

I nodded my head in agreement, forcing a smile onto my face. “Hop to it!”

Chase studied my face, but didn’t reply and began walking back to camp. “Hey! I said hop!” I yelled from behind him. He chuckled in response.

When I entered the camp, and the concert field, I had expected a warm, happy atmosphere. Instead, you could have cut the tension with a knife.

“What’s going on?” I murmured to Chase. He glanced around curiously, “Things have settled down then…”

I frowned at his answer, and slowly approached Shannon, who was sitting with her parents, glaring at the man beside Jessica, wearing a big fur coat. “Hey! What happened?” I whispered in her ear. She continued to shoot daggers at the man, “Jessica’s father. That’s what happened.” She hissed furiously.

I grimaced, “What do you mean?”

The man stood up and began to walk over to the table we were standing at. Chase let out a snort of laughter as he approached.

I honestly couldn’t blame him. Jessica’s father was wearing a huge black and white fur coat. It looked like an old grandma’s coat, one that Cruella De Vil would wear.

“So you’re the disruptive girl?” He snapped, in a high posh voice. He glared at me waiting for an answer.

“Wait, me?” I asked dumbfounded.

“You’re stupider than you look.” He snarled.

I raised an eyebrow in shock. You’re one to talk… I thought.

“Leave the lady alone Tom.” Shannon’s mother snapped scowling at the man.

“She’s trouble. She does nothing but annoy my little girl.” He gritted out.

“Hey now! Calm down for a second.” I drawled. His face flushed furiously. “Show some respect!” He roared.

I merely rolled my eyes, dealing with stuck up business men was my specialty.

“I’ll show you some respect, sir. When you show me some.” I replied slowly. Shannon’s dad hid his laugh with a cough, yet Shannon wasn’t careful. She let out an unattractive snort of laughter.

“So. Let’s just sort this out shall we?” I asked politely.

“There’s nothing to sort out, people like you are nothing but a lost cause.” He snarled. “What do your parents do? Work at McDonalds?”

“Actually my parents own Riles. You know, one of the biggest fashion industries in America? Quite powerful actually… What are you again?”

“Are you trying to threaten me?” He gasped.

“No. You tried to threaten me. You need to realize we don’t live in the 1960’s anymore. There are no class structure. Everyone is equal. And you can’t judge a person, just because she hasn’t got her head stuck up her hole!”

“I can ruin you.” He hissed.

I sighed at his reply, and looked him up and down. God his coat was awful. “This is getting too tense for me. And your coats getting really disturbing. Is it your grandmothers?”

Shannon’s lips twitched. And I turned to Chase who was grinning. “I got this.” He chuckled.

“Hey, Chase! Can we go thrift shopping?” I asked.

Shannon cackled and clapped her hands in excitement, while all the nearby campers cheered.

“What, what, what, what..” We all chanted.

“Bada, bada, badadada!” I sang.

“Bada, bada, badadada!” Shannon copied.

“Bada, bada, badadada!”

“I’m gonna pop some tags.
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket,
I - I - I’m hunting, looking for a come-up,
This is fucking awesome.” I sang.

“What you know about rockin’ a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin’ about wearin’ a fur fox skin?
I’m digging, I’m digging, I’m searching right through that luggage.” Chase sang, laughing as he did so.

“One man’s trash, that’s another man’s come-up!” The campers cried.

Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt,
’Cause right now I’m up in her skirt.
I’m at the Goodwill, you can find me in the-
I’m not, I’m not stuck, I’m searchin’ in that section-.

Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy.

I’ll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker!” He continued.

“The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker!” I added.

I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker,

They be like, ‘Oh, that Gucci - that’s hella tight.’

I’m like, ‘Yo - that’s fifty dollars for a T-shirt!’”

“Limited edition, let’s do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that’s just some ignorant bitch!” Shannon sang, smiling sarcastically at Tom Calls, aka mean guy.

I call that getting swindled and pimped!
I call that getting tricked by a business!
That shirt’s hella dough.
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don’t..” Chase murmured.

“Peep game, come take a look through my telescope,

Tryna get girls from a brand and you hella won’t.

Man you hella won’t!” The rest of the campers joined in, yelling the lyrics.

I skipped up to Jessica’s father, “I wear your granddad’s clothes.

I look incredible.

I’m in this big ass coat.

From that thrift shop down the road!”

“I wear your granddad’s clothes!” The campers sang.

“Damn right!” I yelled.

“I look incredible!”

“Now come on man!”

“I’m in this big ass coat-“

“Big ass coat.”

“From that thrift shop down the road!”

The whole field interrupted into cheers. Even the parents were applauding our version of the inappropriate song.

I grinned at Jessica’s father, Tom Calls. “Hey? Is that your grandma’s coat?” I asked innocently, ending the song.

Mr Call’s was speechless, while Shannon’s parents were beaming and clapping. He shot Jessica a pointed look, before storming away from me and towards the gates. “Cruella called!” I yelled behind him. “She wants her coat back!”

Chase bellowed with laughter, and fist bumped me as we watched him leave.

“We’re going to be in so much shit.” He whispered into my ear. I laughed and nodded. “Oh, I know.”

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