It 's been way too long since I continued where I left off in Awkward post 1. I 'm no-count to all those who 've been waiting for a continuation since earlier this yr. I promise, I 'll try to update regularly from now on. Cheers !

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As Mico freshened up in the bathroom after our hanker misstep, I left the way. The live on thing I wanted to see was his face.

Outside our room - which was actually a rather isolated cabin on the shore of a sparkling lake - I met with our facilitator and asked to change rooms.

'' Hey, sir. Is there any way I could change rooms ? ``

'' Why ? anything wrongly ? ``

'' No ... but I ... ''

'' Then I do n't see a want to change rooms ... ''

I sigh and look down at the ground.

'' ... but if you really want to, right go find somebody who 'll be willing to switch with you then get back to me. ``

'' Alright, thanks sir. ``

I follow a path through a wooded expanse leading to the main recourse construction where virtually of the other students were staying. For some, they would consider it lucky to receive their very own cabin, but for me, it 's the precise inverse. Desperately, I go around, looking for individual who could switch rooms with me, but everybody seemed to like where they were assigned so I had no luck.

backrest at my ... our ... cabin, Mico lay on the bed while watching a game of football on the TV. He didn't even look up or say anything so I just grabbed my stuff and slung my backpack over my shoulder.

"If it's any consolation, this cabin's all yours from now on."

Still no reaction. He hated me that much.

I took one last glance at him before heading out the door. I was now unblock of Mico, but I had made a stupid decision. I had nowhere to go now since every other billet was full.

"Nice thinking you pillock fuck ..."I mussitate to myself.

The door opens and Mico comes out, a self-satisfied look on his face.

"Where do you intend you're going ?"
"What's it to you ? I'm getting another room back at the resort."

Unwilling to defecate advance conversation, I turn and head for the sparkle of the principal building. I'm just about to enter the wooded path when Mico comes up behind me and crosses his big arms.

"Nice try. I know all the former rooms are full. I talked to the facilitator."

I shake him off and frown.

"I'll find a room."

"Can we just please stop ..."His voice doesn't sound so cold now.

"closure what ?"

"Sam. I don't give a damn if I'm roomed with you. I can't variety that. Just ... don't do anything weird when we're asleep."

I scoff."You still think I'm after your body. You know what, I'm not and I'd rather not be in the same bed as you if you think I'm gon na feel you up in your sleep."

I leave Mico standing there and walk away. As much as I hate to admit it, he's right. There's nowhere I else I can go. It's either beside him on a bed where our eubstance are surely to shit contact or aught. As I walk through the Ellen Price Wood, I spot a little glade barely visible through the thick bushes. I push the bushes aside and enter a gracious, authorize space with a lowly creek and some boulders.

"looking at like I found a berth for tonight."I say to myself.

As the sun sets and the stars begin to show themselves in the clean-cut sky, I leave my humble enclave and head for dinner at the resort. The facilitator announces that he'll be checking our suite later in the evening to puddle sure everyone's where they're supposed to be. I don't want to devolve to the cabin, but if I'm not there when the facilitator comes, I'll be in big worry. Across the room, I catch Mico staring at me, looking faintly worried.

After dinner party and some catching up with the former bookman, I head to the cabin. I sit on the swinging bench on the porch and wreak out a pack of cigs from my pocket. I've been waiting to smoke since we got here so I light up and try to loosen up. Minutes later, Mico arrives.

"You smoke ? Since when ?"

"Since I started ..."

"I thought you left."

"And get listed as missing by Mr. Travis ? I'll stoppage until he comes, then I'll go."

"face, I meant what I said. I don't brain us sleeping in the same room on the same bed, but I'm sorry about the part that followed ..."

"You mean the part when I tie you up and plunder you ? Right ..."

"Look Sam, I didn't mean that. I ... I just ... after you said you wanted me months ago ... I wasn't thinking straight."

"mulct, but I'm still not staying here. I found a way better topographic point to crash."

"Where ?"

"Just ... somewhere. Why do you even want to cognize ?"

"Honestly, I'm just worried because if somebody finds you missing, I'm gon na take the rap for not knowing where you are."

"Just lie about it."

"What if the lies run out ?"

"Then nominate Thomas More Trygve Lie. It's that simple."

"C'mon Sam, can't you just ..."

Mr. Travis emerges from the wooded path and sees me on the porch, but not Mico who's hidden in the shadow. I'm still smoking and I try to hide the cig from him.

"Sam, render me that. Don't try to blot out it. I see the smoke behind you."

I sigh and walk to Mr. Travis, handing over the battalion to him. He takes out a stick and puts it in his mouth.

"Got a light ?"

"I thought smoking was against the rule ..."

"Not for you. You know that."

Mr. Travis puts his hand on my shoulder, then slowly slides it down my arm and onto my side.

"Woah ... somebody might charm us."My voice is shaking. Mico's right there hidden by the iniquity and seeing everything.

"Oh c'mon. I roomed you here so I can see you. I miss your sexy ass."

His deal grope me as he breathes pot on my cervix and kisses it. I push him away.

"That correspondence's over. You've had enough of me."

"Actually, no. I haven't. You're the best piece of ass I've ever had and I don't want to stop."

He grabs my arm and pulls me to him."This can go two shipway, Sam. Either you keep having sex with me or ..."He pulls out a blade from his binding pocket and slides it across my throat."... you understand me ?"

I'm shaking as he pushes me onto a table by the shore and pull my shirt off.

"Oh yeah. Just as delectable as the number 1 time I fucked you."

He gets on top of me and grabs my throat with one script as he gropes my crotch with the other."Remember ... you're mine."

As Mr. Travis violates me, Mico appears behind him, seize his shoulder joint, and throws him onto the undercoat. In Mico's hired hand is a gleaming Hunter's knife engraved with the initials"M+S."

"What the shag are you doing ? !"Mico shouts.

"Stay out of this Weismann unless you want to get harm !"

"Oh yeah ? ! Bring it on !"Mico readies himself to stab the facilitator with his knife.

"You fucking pig. So this is what you do to your students ? ! I got it all on video and I'll make sure you won't get your hands on another one of us again !"

"You try that and I'm gon na fucking kill you and hold your dead body into the lake."Mr. Travis reaches for his blade, but finds it isn't there."Fuck !"
"Lost your blade ? Good."Mico grabs Mr. Travis'by the shirt and knocks him out with a swift punch to the forefront. As the dirty assailant's body goes limp, Mico turns to me.

"Sam ! Are you ..."

He freezes when he sees me lying there. Mr. Travis'blade has embedded itself into my chest and blood is running down my torso and onto the mesa. I'm fabrication frighteningly still with my eyes wide open. I can't blink, I can't talk, I can't relocation. I feel weak and paralyze, but aware. Mico doesn't know that. To him, I look dead.

"SAM !"

Mico slashes the rope of a nearby hammock and ties up an unconscious Mr. Travis before scooping me up easily in his arms and running towards the resort. I can feel my blood dripping and staining Mico's shirt.

"Sam. Please ... don't die on me ... hang on ... please knack on ..."

lashings of educatee are still milling around the reason of the holiday resort, enjoying the beautiful scenery when Mico emerges from the wooded course with me in his arms.

"individual call 911 !"

I can see the expressions of shock and care on everyone's faces. As Mico carries me into the resort's lobby to wait for an ambulance, I catch a coup d'oeil of myself in a large mirror. My otherwise white hide was pallid and my blood had created a frightening, red, liquid tattoo on my body. I feel Mico laying me down on the ground and hear him shouting for help.

Then I see his face. I haven't seen his face since I was stabbed and what I saw was not something I had expected. rip were running down his expression and he looked scar and heroic. I have never seen him like this before. This was a different Mico I was seeing. He cared about me.

As the last scrap of my strength drained away, I began to recede consciousness. My eyes were still open, but my visual modality began to blur and the darkness began to creep in. Mico's breaking vocalism turned to a faint, echoing speech sound as my failing body seemed to want him to be the last affair I hear before fully shutting down.

"Sam ... goddamnt it ... hold on ... please don't do this to me, Sam ...





... I love you ... ”