. Sylvia Torres life is perfect. She has a mother who loves her and a boyfriend who dotes on her. Now a student in her final year in highschool, she has her entire life planned out. Graduate with her boyfriend by her side and head to college, this will be her best year yet.... Or so she thinks. In form of farewell, the school organises a camping event where all final year students get to stay for two weeks, exploring nature and meeting other students from other schools. She attends the camp alongside Patrick and Alex. Things go on well until she finds out that Patrick's old school are in attendance and his old friends are around!! That's when she realises she might be off to a rocky start. How much drama can Sylvia take in her two weeks stay in the camp, especially with Alex around her? And just when she thinks things can't get any worse, disaster strikes.... Forcing her to rethink all of her life choices. Will she be able to handle it or will it be too much for

Alex. I was in front of my mirror, dressing up for school when I heard a knock on the door. " Come in," I called out, putting on my watch. My mum walked in and came to me, staring at my reflection in the mirror. " I see you're all dressed up. My, you look dashing today. I can't believe you've grown up so well," She said. " Come on, stop with the flatter," I said, and we chuckled. " Head downstairs for breakfast, okay? " She said, and I nodded, walking out of the room. I picked up my bag and strolled downstairs, where I met the rest of them sitting, eating their breakfast. " Good morning." I greeted aloud before settling down for some toast and bacon. " Good morning, son. How was your night?" Edward asked. " Fine. " I mumbled, mouth full. We continued eating in silence till he spoke again. " Alex, Hazel? We have an announcement to make. " Edward began. " What is it? " Hazel asked, not looking up from her food. " Your mom and I will be going on a business trip ear

Patrick. " Patrick?? Is that you!?" a voice called out, forcing me to pull apart. I turned to see who it was and was surprised when I found out it was... " Skyler?" I called out as well. " Patrick! Oh my God!... No way! " She said as she rushed to hug me. Pulling away, she stared at me, her eyes widening. " What happened to you? I thought you were dead!" " Dead? Seriously!? " I repeated, chuckling. " Wait here... I'll be back. " She said as she made to leave, yelling " Guys, look who I found!" On her way out. Wait a sec, are the rest of them around? I turned to Sylvia, and she had this stunned, confused look on her face. "Who is that?" She finally voiced out. " Oh... That's Skyler James. My best friend." I replied. " Best friend?" She squeaked, and I was about to reply when I got interrupted again. " No way! Patrick, is this you?" An all too familiar voice called out, causing a grin to break out on my face. " Martin! What are you doing here?" I asked

(Next day) Sylvia's P. O. V I woke up with a start the next day. Looking around, I noticed how unfamiliar the room was until I remembered I was in a cabin with three other girls instead of my room at home. The two other girls were still sleeping, but Skyler's bed was empty. She must've home out. I shrugged and strolled into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and taking my bath. When I emerged from the bathroom, Marigold and Aubrey had already stood up, hands in their hair as they were still sleepy. " Good morning." I greeted, walking back to my bed. " Good morning Sylvia." Aubrey greeted, yawning. " Gosh, I slept in late yesterday. I need more hours of sleep. " " Well, I don't think you'll have that." I replied." The organizers are beginning to make rounds, calling everyone out of the cabin. " " Argh!!! "Marigold groaned out. " I hate this..." Just then the door opened and Skyler walked in, more like jogging in. She had gym clothes on, earphones, and was sweaty. She m

Sylvia's P. O. V " Here, hold my hand," Alex said. I stared at his outstretched hands, confused. Huh? He saw the confusion on my face and smiled even wider. " You think I'll leave you here all alone? " " But I just said I'm claustrophobic." I reminded. " I know. It's because you're scared of small, enclosed places. Maybe if someone held your hands, you wouldn't feel so scared." " Oh...." I mumbled, trailing off. A blush crept up my cheeks as I gingerly put my hands on his. He stared at the hands and stopped, frowning slightly. " What happened to your hands?" He asked, seeing the bright red mark. I glanced at it and gasped. " Oh... I had hot chocolate spilled on me yesterday." I replied, and he gave me a cursive look. " You're not that clumsy." He noted, and I smiled nervously. He clasped it gently, pulling me with him. " Okay now. Close your eyes." He said. I nodded and did as he told me. He began walking, and I followed him, my eyes still closed. Once I felt in