An Unfortunate Run-In

Makayla was on her way back for dinner, her mind spinning, thinking about everything that had happened. As she made her way into a clearing, she didn't see a rock jutting out of the ground. The next thing she knew it wasn't just her mind that was spinning.

"Are you okay?" She heard a male voice ask as strong arms pulled her up.

"Yes," she barely squeaked out. As she wiped the dead grass and weeds off of her clothes she realized that there were four other hands assisting her. She yelped and jumped back, the heel of her left foot hitting the rock she had originally tripped over and it almost sent her reeling again.

"You are awfully jumpy," the same voice said to light laughter.

She looked up at the guy that had helped her. He had blonde hair and blue eyes like Alex, but was tall, about 6-6. He looked like a basketball player, she thought. He was wearing a loose fitting tank top and she could tell he was well built. He also had a smirk that made her hate him instantly. Next to him was the owner of the other pair of hands that had taken advantage of her. He was about the same height, but with curly red hair and freckles all over. He was wearing a similar tank top and smirk, and she could see he had slightly more defined muscles than his friends. They both looked younger than her, probably about to be college freshman, she guessed.

Behind the two of them, near the entrance to the clearing, about ten feet back, stood another guy. He looked to be slightly shorter but it was hard for Makalya to know for sure. What she could see was his raven black hair and dark eyes. Unlike the other two he wasn't smirking or even smiling, just stoic. There was something about him that drew her to him though, unsure if he was the one she should run to for help, or of he was the one of the three she should fear the most.

"I'm fine, I just need to get back," she told them as well as telling herself. But as she moved to get past, the blonde stepped into her path.

"You aren't fine, you're bleeding," he said, pointing to her knee.

She looked down, there was indeed a scrape on her knee and a small trail of blood trickling down her leg.

"I-It's nothing, I-I got to go," she tried to move around him, but he stepped into her way again.

"Hey maybe we can walk you back, make sure you get there okay. These woods can be a little scary at times," he said with the same smirk.

"No, I-I'll be fine."

"Maybe you want us to give you a lift," the redhead said as he moved in behind her, "Maybe carry you back to your camp," he said, placing his hands on her hips and slightly lifting her off the ground before putting her back down.

Makayla spun around and backed right into the blonde.

"Now that's no way to treat our new friend," the blonde chided as he wrapped his arms around her. As she wiggled to get free she felt his erection. He then let out a moan and inadvertently lightened his grip, allowing her to spin away again.

She looked to the dark haired guy pleadingly, but he made no move and said nothing. If not for his eyes staring at her intently she'd almost think he was bored and unconcerned with the whole thing.

"I'm sorry, we got carried away, just having a little fun," the redhead said and she turned back to him, shaking. "Isn't that right?" he asked the blonde.

"Yeah.. right. just some fun." the blonde said, still distracted from what had just happened.

"We didn't mean to tease you so bad," the redhead added. "We promise, we'll help you get back to your camp."

He sounded sincere, but Makayla was so upset she just wanted out of there. Just then she heard someone else approach.