- 07 Oct 2018, 23:50
Not caring that Viggo, who was a whole head and a half taller than her, had to nearly jog to keep up with her furious strides, Isla didn't even look at the boy as he spoke. If Viggo told them that he had been lying, not only would they tease him for making up such a thing, their childish rumors would grow tenfold. Isla wanted to protect who friend, while incredibly stupid at times, had all the right intentions, and she also wanted to avoid being discussed any further by the boys of Camp Wandsworth.
Since when had Isla ever cared what people thought about her however? Usually her skin was inches thick, practically impenetrable, but this one thing had already gotten beneath it, and she just couldn't shake it.
She sighed, refusing to give in to this weaker side of herself, "Just leave it be, Viggo. You were just trying to help." Isla looked at him carefully and then turned back to look where she was going. The cottage Elsie rented for two weeks every summer was coming into view, and she quickened her pace.