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chandler wu.





































  • mood



    you've gotta be kidding me
















○ reminder:
stupid forced retreat

It took all of Chandler’s self-restraint not to throw his phone against the nearest wall when that reminder banner appeared on his screen. Instead, he just grabbed the pillow next to him and shoved it against his face, yelling into it as if that would solve all of his problems. But he knew that no matter what he did, he’d still be forced to go.

This was all university’s fault, really. Due to a pipe bursting above it, the entire dance studio became flooded and the floor was pretty much ruined. That was well over a month ago and it still wasn’t fixed, much to Chandler’s dismay. For the time being, they’d been relocated to the basketball courts in the main athletic center, a space occupied by both the basketball and volleyball teams. Since it wasn’t basketball season, it meant he was trying to schedule dance practice/rehearsals around the volleyball schedule, a feat that was proving damn near impossible as it seemed as if the volleyball team practically slept there.

Another issue was the volleyball team themselves. Chan had never liked them, even before the dance studio flooded and forced a relocation. He especially disliked their captain, though no one (including himself) was quite sure why. With the volleyball and dance team being the two best teams on campus, a rivalry was bound to happen between their two leaders, right? At least that’s what he tells everyone.

The past few weeks, Chandler had given up trying to schedule around the others and started calling rehearsals for an hour before volleyball practice was to start. Did he allow the rehearsals to run way into the other teams practice? Yes. The dancers were there first, so they couldn’t exactly be kicked out. Well, at least that was his logic. Until it completely backfired on him. As expected, a big argument broke out between the two teams, leading to forced joint team meetings that culminated with this damn retreat.

It wasn’t as if he was dreading this because he hated nature, he very much enjoyed hiking and being outside, it was that he knew he’d have to spend every waking moment with the volleyball team. Hopefully he’d get away from them when it was time to sleep, but knowing his luck and knowing the school’s desire to punish them, he’d be forced to room with a volleyballer.

Knowing he couldn’t put it off any longer, Chandler rose from his bed, packed his bag and exited his shared apartment. The interesting thing about time was that it had a way of slowing down when you wanted it to speed up and a way of speeding up when you didn’t want it to. And Chan was certainly experiencing the latter when he arrived at the school way sooner than he would’ve liked.

The ride over passed by in a blur, mainly because he put AirPods in and spent the whole time planning rehearsals for the weekend (and just because they were away from the school didn’t mean they could slack off on practices, not with a big competition coming up soon). He doubted they’d have an indoor area big enough for practices and grass was a no go due to the risk of sprained ankles, so they’d most likely be practicing in the parking lot. He’d have to go over it all with Kaden, the VP of group and Chan’s best friend, before making any decisions but he had a feeling they’d be in the parking lot.

Stepping off the bus, he assessed said parking lot before making his way over to the table with the keys and grabbing the one that had his name on it. Walking down the path that led to the cabins, Chandler stopped dead in his tracks when he realized he didn’t know what cabin he was going to since he doubted there was one named ‘Chandler’. Peeling off the sticky note with his name on it, he saw a big number 5 and so resumed his walk in search of cabin 5.

Thankfully, Chan was the first one to arrive and let out a relieved sigh as he shut the door behind him. Dropping his bag in a random spot on the floor, he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head before collapsing face first onto the bed. He remained in that position for a few minutes before rolling onto his side and curling up into a sort-of ball. Before he could drop into a doze, the door banged open and Chandler opened an eye to see who it was.

”Oh, hell no.”

And for the second time that day, he shoved the nearest pillow into his face and wished he could disappear.

































rebel



zum










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james egidius pangan.





































  • mood



    oh hell no.
















"I'll see you when you get back."

"If I manage to survive that is."
James could only scowl at his folded clothes as he heard the amused snickers from the doorframe of his bedroom. Never did he think that there would come a day he'd envy Zachary Flint, his beloved flatmate but also member of the chess team for not having any responsibilities to attend to because of his "sports" team.

But then again this wasn't exactly a responsibility to be fulfilled for the sake of his team. More so, a punishment created by the headmaster as an attempt to give the opportunity for both the volleyball and dance team to make peace with each other after a month long feud. James knew that reconciliation wasn't going to happen if the dance team's "captain" (if he would even call him a captain) doesn't get off his high horse and admit he's been a downright tosser for hogging the court since him and his team's dance studio got flooded.

Couldn't the university just use whatever fund drive the dumb retreat is being covered from to hire people to fix that stupid studio?

Apparently not. If anything, the fixing of the dance studio has been delayed as another layer of punishment to both teams for the outbursts of their respective captains. James didn't know why, but he never did get along with the dance troupe's leader. Call it a result of pride, knowing that there is another competitive team representing the university and they're getting an equal amount of praise and recognition for dancing but James wasn't fond of them. His volleyball team have had disputes on whether or not dancing should even be considered a competitive sport. And the disdain for the dance team and everything they stand for only grew when their insufferable captain kept hogging the court an hour before James' team usually uses it. Always pushing the boundaries of time scheduling and getting all up in James' face when he told them to finally pack all their things and leave.

It hasn't even began but James knew that the retreat was going to cause a forest fire. Finally zipping up his duffle bag, he looks around his room one last time, garnering more laughter from his flatmmate. "You're not gonna die, Eggy. Stop acting like you are." Unfortunately, James didn't have the time to argue with him, having to catch up with the bus if he didn't want his team to slaughter him for leaving them on the retreat to deal with the dance troupe all by themselves. Instead he gave Zach a flick on the arm as a goodbye and headed off.

He wasn't the earliest, managing to get there right before the bus took off (much to the relief of his teammates) and he did his best not to channel his inner twelve-year old and glare at the other team he had to share the ride with. It will only get worse from here, he knew that to be true as dealing with them on the journey to the cabins was soon going to turn into having to spend time with them in the cabins. The headmaster made it a priority to make sure each member of the volleyball team would have to share a cabin with a member of the dance team.

Luckily enough, the ride went as smoothly as it could be. That, or James was purposefully blasting the music in his wireless headset so he could tune out whatever nonsense that was occurring throughout the trip. It was relatively long ride, from a Google search he made when he finally realized that the headmaster wasn't playing around, the cabins were far out of London towards the more country side of the UK. "A nature retreat" were the words he described it as, apparently there was a lake and a decent look nature trail to follow. If he didn't have to share this experience with the dancing dunces, James would probably be excited for this. He absolutely loves camping.

As the bus halted at its destination, reality hits and rids James of any of his prior fantasies for the trip. He waited behind for everyone else to get off the bus, the less contact he had with any of the dance team members the better. Once he did finally sway himself to leave his comfy spot on the bus, he was greeted by a lone key on a table prepared for them in the parking lot. On it, a sticky note with his name written on it, assumedly being the key to his cabin. Not bothering to run and catch up with his teammates who went on ahead, James took a peaceful route along the trail towards the cabin area. The calm before the storm, he might as well enjoy the lush forests before he had to get to his cabin (after the sticky note had fallen off on his walk to the cabins, apparently he was stuck in cabin 5)

The cabin itself wasn't hard to find, being arranged in numerical order and all, though the looks his teammates gave when they realized where he was heading did worry him. How bad could his roommate possibly be? James knew some of the dance members by face and some looked as approachable as they could get considering their rough history with James this past month. His second in command, Conrad, gave him a smile that screamed, "just hang in there" just when he was about to turn the doorknob (as it seemed that someone had already made it inside). This was all starting to get ridiculous, surely his team was playing tricks on him at this point—

Oh god no.

"Oh god no."
This couldn't be real. Not even closing the door behind him, James backed out of the room to check the cabin number again.
"Surely not."
As much as he could hope, the cabin number was indeed cabin number 5. Which meant he had to stay with him.

Chandler Wu. The worst member of the dance team by far, and their leader too. Been a pain in his arse even before he lead his team to James' court, the two were like water and oil. Fire and ice. When the two met for the first time, they didn't like each other, creating what most would describe as a "rivalry"— not that there was a challenge that Chandler could beat him at, but James could agree there weren't many other words to describe the dynamic the two have. Enemies maybe. Nemesis. Rivals sounded more mature, even though the way they treat each other is anything but that, seeing that it was their immature fight that got the two in this situation in the first place.

A sigh of defeat exits James unwillingly as he stepped back into the cabin and finally closing the door behind him, sealing in his fate. He would laugh at Chandler suffocating himself with his pillow if he didn't want to do the same. He plopped himself on his bed (just on the other end of the room thankfully, it was a small distance from Chandler's but it will do) and set his duffle bag haphazardly beside him. There were creaks coming from the bed frame, giving way to the sudden weight dealt onto it, James wouldn't be surprised if it would break if he wasn't too careful. Curse the university for finding such a cheap retreat place.

The energy in the air was suffocating and the silence was killing him. Finally biting the bullet, James spoke,
"I cant believe I'm stuck with you."


































taunt



lovejoy










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chandler wu.





































  • mood



    very very unamused
















If he kept up this suffocating act, Chandler would probably become one with the pillow, which honestly wasn't that bad of an idea considering how things were going. At least pillows were inanimate objects that didn't have the ability to hear or feel and therefore didn't have to deal with figuring out how to live with an enemy for an entire weekend. The pillow was the lucky one in this situation.

Chandler was not. Not in the slightest.

He heard James shut the door and begin to walk in his direction, but before he could worry about that, they changed course and soon the sound of creaking springs filled the room. Well, at least he managed to choose what must be the newer of the two beds since his has yet to creak in protest. Then came the words.

"I cant believe I'm stuck with you."

And Chandler just snorted (a sound muffled by the pillow) and rolled his eyes. If he were to retort, which he absolutely was going to, he'd have to remove the pillow from his face in order for his words to be heard, which he kind of needed to be. So with a dramatic sigh, he turned his head and let the pillow fall to the side.

"You think I asked to be roomed with you?" he began with a bitter chuckle. "I'd rather float in a lake full of crocodiles while using a cactus for a boat than share a room with you," He wasn't lying. Not really. "Would also rather walk barefoot across a football field made up entirely of plugs and legos than spend a minute near you but look where we are." It was clear that the universe wasn't on either of their sides.

Maybe they could switch? Find someone on the volleyball team who'd want to room here and then go room with the dancer in that cabin? But he had an odd feeling that the two of them were being watched closely and any sign of switching would not go over well. "This rooming thing is still a punishment. The school is still punishing us.... as if this stupid forced retreat wasn't enough." he finished, voice full of nothing but bitterness.

Chan was well aware of how childish he sounded and how childish he was acting but he couldn't help it. He and James had disliked each other the moment they joined their respective teams and it just increased tenfold when they became president and captain. There was no way he could just accept this entire retreat and rooming situation with open arms. It just wasn't possible. Not with their history.

Before he could dwell on it any longer, his phone dinged with an incoming notification. Pulling it out of his pocket, he waited for his face to be recognized and then opened the text from Kaden.

the 1 and only kaden navarro
> are we still practicing at 1:30? found an old bball court by the cabins that we can use

chandler wu is my boo < 3
> yes. and cool, beats the parking lot practice i was planning on. make sure to bring ur speaker

the 1 and only kaden navarro
> already packed and ready. see u soon

Not bothering to say anything else to James, Chandler stood and walked over to his bag that he'd manage to drop by the door, grabbed it and then walked back. Honestly, he didn't really need to change, could just strip off the jacket and hoodie should he get too warm. So with that thought in mind, he flopped back down onto his bed and opened Spotify, wanting to make sure the rehearsal playlist was ready to go. He knew it already was though and was using it as an alibi to ignore the other presence in the room

































have it all



elephante










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james egidius pangan.





































  • mood



    murphy's law.
















James didn't know what was worse, the depressing state of the cabin and his frail bed or the roommate in front of him. At least he didn't have to see Chandler's cranky face as he continued to suffocate himself with his pillow like an angsty teenager. For once, the two had something in common, not wanting to be in this situation.

The muffled snort of the other would have managed a laugh out of James if he was anyone other than Chandler. Instead he rolled his eyes when the dancer's pompous face came peaking out of the probably-not-memory-foam pillow. He wished he had stayed covered so the volleyball captain didn't have to listen to the dramatics that came out of his mouth. Mentions of crocodiles and cacti, football fields and legos. Knowing Americans and their sport culture (or lack thereof) James didn't even need to ask for which football was Chandler talking about.

"Well there's a lake not so far away, maybe you'll get lucky."
No shot would there be actual crocodiles in the lake. Maybe Chandler could settle with sleeping with the fishes. Literally.

"This rooming thing is still a punishment. The school is still punishing us.... as if this stupid forced retreat wasn't enough."

James for once stayed silent in a huff. Admittedly (although James will never give him the satisfaction), Chandler was probably right, the headmaster wouldn't make this process as easy as what seemed to be laid out. Besides, no one from the volleyball team would want to take James' place, no matter how much they love him. The team knows Chandler not as someone to be intimidated by, of course not! He just has the habit of being... aggressive. Most of the time, kicking the dance team off of the court fell onto the shoulders of "big man captain James". Because of the one time James called in bedridden with the flu and Conrad had to bite the bullet and fill in, having to be the one to ask the dance team to leave. James was pretty sure he heard sniffles and tears from the call that came shortly after, with Conrad miserably asking if he could be placed on speaker and get Chandler and his squad to leave.

This was going to be a shite show. Dealing with him on their relatively short, yet heated disputes on the court was draining enough. Sharing a cabin with him for the duration of the retreat was another dimension entirely. James never had qualms sharing spaces with other people, he had a flatmate for Pete's sake. He's far past the awkwardness of sharing an intimate space with others. But somehow, Chandler was different. Maybe it was the uncertainty that he wouldn't use anything against James during the duration of the trip. Surely the dancer wasn't above blackmail and the like, anything to get a rise out of James.

The ding of Chandler's phone caught James' attention in the silence of the room. As curious as a person James is, he chose not to visibly pry into the secrets the other's phone probably holds. Leaving him to listen to the tapping of Chan's obnoxious fingers as James glanced around the surroundings, unimpressed.

A part of himself wanted to be angry at the lack of creaks or concerning cracks from Chandler's bed from his careless flop after preparing god knows what. If both Chandler and James were at a disadvantage by fate, Chandler still somehow had the upper hand. Maybe it was James' turn to scream into a pillow, there was nothing better to do anyway.

Boredom quickly consuming him, James decided that maybe small talk wouldn't be worse than nothing. Prying be damned, a curious man like James was the king of prying into other people's business.
"Planning on going somewhere, twinkle toes?"
As if it wasn't more than obvious.
"I reckon the headmaster has prepared us some activities to do. I looked into this pig sty, and there are a couple of things that can be done."
It was disappointing that James had to be stuck with the dance team, camping, fishing, and the like were things he's found pretty enjoyable.

Knowing how seemingly prepared the headmaster was in arranging all of this, James wouldn't be surprised if there was a bulletin board somewhere which talked about the schedule of the ragtag group forced to be in the camp grounds. This entire retreat was made to give them the opportunity to get along. But it also gives Chandler every opportunity to somehow kill James in a tragic "accident".

































blow your mind



dua lipa










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chandler wu.





































  • mood



    twinkle toes out
















Chandler pretended as if he hadn’t even heard the comment about a lake being nearby. For one, there probably weren’t any crocs and there definitely weren’t any cacti since the only ones he knew of existed in New Mexico and Arizona, both far away from here. Plus, he had no desire to go near a lake right now, so feigning ignorance was the way to go.

He heard the huff and smirked in satisfaction, knowing he was right without having to be told (not that he’d ever be told). The school was punishing them, that fact was obvious to the both of them, but the fact that he’d managed to render James “speechless” so to speak made him immensely satisfied.

It was now that Chandler became consciously aware of the differences in the beds, how James’ seemed to squeak every time he breathed and Chan’s barely made a sound even when he just flopped back onto it. To add fuel to the fire, he made a show of moving around a lot and sort of expected to hear a single creak at least. But when there was nothing, he just grinned over at the other and went back to finalizing the playlist on his phone.

”Twinkle toes?” Chandler repeated, not bothering to look up from the screen. ”Mmm, that’s cute,” he hummed, licking his lips and causing his tongue piercing to catch the glint of the sunlight. ”Say it again.” It was obviously said sarcastically but he wouldn’t put it past James to actually say it again. ”But to answer your question, yes, I am going somewhere.” He didn’t bother to say where since he had a feeling he’d unfortunately be followed and the location question would be answered.

When there was less than a minute until he had to leave, he checked the weather app and saw it was warmer than he thought. Well damn, there went the no changing plan. Sighing, he rolled off the bed, picked the bag up and dumped the contents right where he’d been previously laying. Then he shrugged off the jacket and pulled the hoodie over his head, standing there shirtless as he rummaged through the pile on his bed for a tee.

The second one was found, Chandler yanked it on and headed for the door, slipping his phone into his pocket. ”Haven’t heard anything about these so called activities, so until I do, I’ll pretend like they don’t exist.” That part was easy, the pretending things didn’t exist. He’d remain dancing on this basketball court until he was physically dragged away from it to participate in whatever the hell these retreat activities were.

Hand on the door knob, he turned it and opened the door but turned back to James before leaving. ”Why do you care where or why I’m going somewhere?” he wondered. "Shouldn’t you be more focused on your little volleyball team instead of worrying about me and what I’m doing?” And then he was gone, the door snapping shut behind him.

He wasn’t quite sure where he was going but after walking a few feet from the cabin he saw the basketball courts with Kaden and a few others already stretching. The second he arrived, the VP came up next to him. ”What took you so long?”

”Just having a little chat with the roomie,” Chan replied, synching the bluetooth on his phone with that of the speaker. Bless Kaden’s soul that he knew better than to pry so he just nodded. ”Don’t be alarmed if a few of or all of the volleyball team decides to grace us with their presence shortly. Just ignore them and keep going.” he continued. He didn’t know why he had this feeling that their rehearsal would be interrupted, but he did. And he was ready for it.

































there's no way



lauv










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james egidius pangan.





































  • mood



    just in a silly goofy mood.
















"Say it again."

"Twinkle toes."


The challenging grin on James' face would have been more convincing if he hadn't had a faint tint of red on the apples of his cheeks. He didn't know Chandler sported a tongue piercing. Not that a simple piercing can unravel the captain! He just had an interest in shiny things, and the light had hit the piercing just right. It distracted him. And that's why his cheeks were just the tiniest bit red. Yeah.

Who even liked piercings anymore? It was probably his bodily reaction to seeing a piercing, that's it. James always had an antsy feeling when it came to needles. It was the reason why James never considered getting a piercing— overrated anyway. He only managed to get his tattoo in one piece because he strategically wanted it on his spine where he couldn't see the needles when it was getting done. And the image of Chandler willingly going to a piercer and getting a needle stuck through his tongue—

Yeah that's it. That's why had a moment's hesitation.

Back on track, James rolled his eyes like he usually would at Chandler's lack of conversational skills. Always keeping small talk small, though that could probably be because he's talking to James Egidius Pangan and it's a known fact that any man named Chandler Wu hates talking to him.

Was James curious to know where Chandler was going? Of course, if the dance team was up to something, James wanted to know what. They only just arrived at the camp grounds yet the dance troupe had already found an area to loiter in. A taunt was festering on the tip of his tongue, James was ready to push the dancer more and comment about his aloof attitude. Play along to the little cat and mouse game the two shared.

But then Chandler took off his shirt and the words died on his tongue before they could leave him.

Sudden heatwaves weren't a thing, right? Because James felt like he was burning. He's been a part of volleyball teams since secondary school, he's seen the bare backs of nearly all of his teammates before. This wasn't supposed to feel any different. Normally, he'd just acknowledge the shirt change and move on with whatever he was doing. But with Chandler, he couldn't look away, or at least not as quick as he would have wanted. He thanked whatever god looking over him that Chandler couldn't see him practically gawk at him as he was looking for a new shirt to wear.

Perhaps it was just the product of James overworking himself while trying to figure out what the plans of the dance troupe were. Chandler changing his shirt out of the blue and so casually caught him off guard. Sure, let's go with that. It made sense to go a little red after seeing someone he loathed change so nonchalantly in front of him. He'd get used to it the more they had to share the same cabin.

Coughing to both show the displeasure towards the other's answer and to genuinely clear his throat after feeling as if his entire breath stopped prior, James looked to the floorboards to cover his trace.
"We just got here, how could you know about any of the plans or lack thereof?"
As much as James hated the idea of discovering activities for them to do, he didn't like the idea of running away from his problems either. If they had to build a fire or do some silly trust exercises, so be it.
"Maybe you'll find out on your little journey."


James watched the other walk towards the door, the bed frame creaking at his small jump of surprise when Chandler turned to face him once more. His words left him dumbfounded, it was a good question. Why did he care so much? Dumbfound quickly turned to a surge of panic when the thought of the volleyball team finally crossed his mind. They had a tournament just two weeks from now! How could he forget?

What has gotten into me?

Words couldn't formulate fast enough for James to reply before Chandler slammed the door on him, leaving him alone in his thoughts. He had to get his head in the game, a two week away tournament usually turned James into a dictator. Yet here he was, sitting on a cruddy bed and doing absolutely nothing. James couldn't stand for that, he was gunning for gold. He grabbed his phone and shot a text to Conrad, telling him to meet him outside his cabin so they can have a morning jog and talk about practice plans. After, he texted the rest of his members in their groupchat to look around the campgrounds for a bulletin board which may have an agenda. He might as well take any activities forced on them into consideration as he and Conrad prepared a training schedule.

It didn't take long for Conrad to come knocking on the door, sympathetic smile and volleyball in hand. "How's your living situation, cap'n?"

"Terrible. How could the headmaster pair up me with him?"
Conrad laughs much to James' anguish.
"I don't know if he wants reconciliation or homicide."
He decided not to mention to Conrad the awkward experience he had staring at a shirtless Chandler, instead complaining about the cruddy bed and cruddy (and totally fully clothed the entire time) roommate throughout their jog around the trail.

"Don't get all Chandler crazy on me, Eggy." James groaned. An inside joke the team shared since apparently their captain had the tendency to have nonstop rants about Chandler and it was hard to stop. It wasn't his fault that Chandler created issues for James to go nonstop about, complaining about his stupid attitude, stupid team, and stupid ability to be as untouchable to the headmaster as James is. "The basketball court is just around the corner." Right. Before he completely forgot about volleyball practice throughout the retreat, Conrad and him had found out that the camp had a basketball court upon their little research into it.

When the two arrived at the court and found Chandler and his dance troupe doing their thing, James couldn't be surprised. Of course they planned on going to the same area to practice. Even in a new location, they always seem to be forced to share.
"Piste."
He muttered before feigning a smile.
"Hey twinkle toes, fancy seeing you here."
James never intended on interrupting their practice, but if it would get them off the court faster, he'd be willing to be a little bit obnoxious.
"Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever fully seen your team rehearse. Mind if Conrad and I sit in?"
It's not like they had a choice in the matter, James didn't plan on going anywhere.

































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ariana grande










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chandler wu.





































  • mood



    how'd you like that?
















Though Chandler was absolutely positive the volleyball team was going to come and crash their party, he didn’t know when. Could be now, could be in a few minutes, could be in an hour. So might as well move forward with as much rehearsal as he could, no point in wasting anymore time.

Tying his trademarked bandana around his forehead, just under his hair, he turned to Kaden. ”Should we show them our new choreo?” By this he was referring to the dance they choreographed last week at Chan’s apartment. And then he just laughed at the look on Kaden’s face since it was clear the other was taken completely off guard.

”Um… okay?”

”It’ll be fine, promise. You choreographed half of this, remember?”

The other dancers had cleared to the edges of the court to make room for Kaden and Chan, looking at them excitedly and whispering amongst themselves. He had just raised the wrist with his watch on it and pressed play on Jeremih’s ‘Don’t Tell Em’ when he heard the twinkle toes echo across the court.

”Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever fully seen your team rehearse. Mind if Conrad and I sit in?”

It wasn’t as if anything Chan said would matter in the long run. If he said no, they’d stay regardless, so the dancer just ignored them and nodded at Kaden, signaling to continue. They’d just pretend that James and co weren’t even there, something he was all too used to. Following the lead of the leader, Kaden also ignored them and began to dance.

‘Don’t Tell Em’ ended amidst loud cheers and cat calls from the other dancers and he just grinned at Kaden and then over at them before pausing the music. Now it was time to begin the plan to drive the volleyball team away. They’d start with a song they’d recently been working on before diving head first into the more “provocative” songs. Normally he’d never do any of the songs he was planning to as the first dances of the day, but since he knew simply telling the others to go away wouldn’t do anything, felt he had to do whatever was necessary.

Scrolling through Spotify on his watch, Chandler finally came across the song he wanted and hit play. It took the other dancers a second to realize this was ‘Say It’ and get in their positions. Usually there’d be no hesitation since they knew exactly what they’d be practicing but since Chan threw a curveball on everyone, there was a bit of confusion. Luckily, they were all talented enough to overcome it.

After ‘Say It’ ended came ‘Kiss It Better’ and Chandler sent an apologetic look to Adrianna as she rushed over to him once the music started, confusion written all over her face. Now the real fun came. ”Look right at them the entire time.” he whispered to her, referring to James and Conrad sitting over at the far end. And if she was taken aback by that request, she didn’t show it and just started dancing.

The entire time he was dancing ‘Kiss It Better’, Chandler was looking at James, trying to gauge his reaction. Was he uncomfortable? He couldn’t tell, not from this far away. If he wasn’t uncomfortable yet, hopefully ‘Company’ would do the trick. Brushing the gravel and dirt off of his palms and ignoring the stinging that came with it, he simply looked at Kaden and the VP came right over. ”Company.” he mouthed and Kaden nodded.

The two leaders held center stage for the first part of the song before stepping to the edges of the court. Though he held eye contact with the volleyballers throughout ‘Company’, as soon as he was “off stage”, he didn’t dare look over at them. Instead, he focused on his palms which were a lot more irritated and painful than before thanks to the additional floor work.

Only when everything was over did Chandler finally look over at James. ”Hope you enjoyed the show,” he began, trying to gauge the other’s reaction. ”Fancy staying any longer?” And he prayed that answer was a no because he was fresh out of dances that could potentially drive them away.

































wolves



sam tinnesz










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james egidius pangan.





































  • mood



    hot and bothered.

















James was willing to give credit where credit is due (or at least mentally he could). Chandler's team was good at what they did. It made sense why they won so many awards in the competitions they took part in. But out of all the talented dancers in their team,

why could James only look at their bratty leader?

What started as a thoughtless challenge, a trick to get Chandler and his team off the court, quickly developed into what could only be entitled as "The Downfall of James Egidius Pangan" written by Chandler Wu himself. Conrad had given him a incredulous look upon his words requesting a show. The entirety of the volleyball team avoided dance competitions their university's dance squad competed in for the sake of pettiness, in honor of upholding the two team's beef. Anyone in James' social circle who didn't somehow manage to also be in Chandler's did the same in solidarity (all except Zachary of course, who seemed to live off of making fun of anything James stands for).

He was nothing but amused at the first dance between Chandler and whom he assumed to be his second-in-command. Of course the other would pretend James wasn't even there. A similar tactic James used himself whenever the dancers would spend a few more minutes in the volleyball court to glare and sneer.

Though his amused smirk didn't last as the dance numbers went on. He first had his doubts when he noticed how provocative the choreography was getting but when he spared a glance at Conrad and saw his freckled vice-captain burning red, he fully realized the game Chandler and his crew were truly playing. He felt stupid for not thinking that Chandler would not stoop that low. And yet, no matter how aware he was of the crew's intentions, James found himself falling for them nonetheless.

James has had his eyes locked on Chandler since they began, and at some point he had realized that Chandler was looking at him as well. For some odd reason, it struck a nerve in the volleyball captain. For the first time in a long time, James felt transparent to the gaze of another. He had history playing against countless of teams, hundreds of crowds both in-person and television viewers watching his games, analyzing his every move. The last time he felt nervous over watchful eyes, it had been his first ever game broadcasted on national television. Surely, one man's eyes on him, while he was just watching him dance no less, could make his legs feel like jelly.

"She's pretty good." James heard Conrad murmured from his side.

"Hm?"
James hadn't even noticed the other dancer paired with her captain. It was only at the mention of the other did James break eye contact with Chandler and look at the other dancer.
"Yeah. Whatever."
She was indeed, good but no matter how hard James tried to focus on her, his eyes still drifted back to Chandler Wu. The female dancer (he really only knows the name of their insufferable captain, huh?) had an intense eye on the two volleyball players and James could only pray that she didn't notice his inability to focus on anyone but her captain.

By the time Chandler finally cut eye contact with him, James looked to the side, feeling his cheeks burning more than they did prior in his cabin. His entire being seemed to relax when the all the music came to a close and the dance crew seemed to be finished.

Conrad had to jab at his arm for him to realize the dance captain had asked him a question. James tried to regain himself with a scoff, looking back to Chandler with unreadable eyes.
"I can be here all day, doll."
It was a lie, James felt like he'd melt into a puddle if they continue with choreography like that. But he couldn't let down the team with his weird reactions to Chandler all of a sudden (this was all new right? James surely didn't act like this all the time around this guy... right?)

A vibration came from his pocket, relieved to find a temporary out, James fished out his buzzing phone to see a notification from his team groupchat.

a concussion waiting to happen (percy) attached a photo
> you're not gonna like this, cap

Attached was a picture of a bulletin board, and pinned onto said board had been a timetable. Fishing, food preparation, campfire icebreaker, partner obstacle course? From the looks of the itinerary planned for their retreat, James was correct about a schedule planned for them. Though he didn't expect the schedule itself to remind him of the activities he did when he attended a summer camp when he was younger. Beside each activity had the planned time and location, places that even James didn't realize the retreat had. Since when did this place have a rope course? They sure didn't promote it on their website.

the big man
> does the world have it out for me???

a concussion waiting to happen (percy)
> it gets better. look at the shit under the time table

Under the time table, there seemed to be a fine print. James already wanted toss his phone, but instead he zoomed into the picture to get a better look. It was a bullet list with a couple of rules to be followed through out the retreat and the activities.

Keep in mind the following guidelines:
- All members of each teach are required to attend and participate.
- Photographic proof of each activity is mandatory to confirm the performance of each scheduled activity.
- Each student must be partnered with their assigned cabin-mate for the activities.

There was probably more below but James could only fixate on the third guideline. Each student must be partnered with their assigned cabin-mate for the activities. Which meant James couldn't simply power through the activities, train his heart out for the upcoming tournament, and just saunter back to his cabin to pass out in order to successfully avoid Chandler as much as possible.

James must've been a serial killer in his past life to be fucked over so bad presently.

He didn't even glance at the prayer emojis his teammates were sending, instead he groaned and without warning shoved his phone in front of Conrad who looked at its contents, already familiar with James' whiny attitude. "You should probably share with the rest of the class, Eggy." He was given a god awful pat on the back as a form of sympathy. Even his vice-captain was showing him torment on the worst day of his life.

"It seems that the headmaster doesn't trust us enough to squash our 'rivalry' ourselves. My boys found an activity schedule."
James sauntered towards Chandler to show him the photo, holding it up just a little bit higher than needed. If he couldn't have a whining session like he normally did when he was upset over something, he'd at least be smug about getting Chandler on his tip-toes.
"We've got fishing in like fifteen minutes."


































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The fact that James had to be poked in the arm by the other volleyballer to come back down to earth confirmed Chandler’s suspicions—James was, in fact, enjoying the show. Chan didn’t know what to think about that.

Though he was too far away to tell for sure, he’d felt eyes on him the entire time he’d been dancing, eyes that felt very different than those of the other dancers who viewed him countless of times per day. These were searing and had him practically trapped under the gaze. Yet instead of shying away from or freezing under it, it just encouraged him to dance harder. Made Chan want to keep the eyes on him instead of driving them away.

Now he knew who they belonged to.

And he was positively shocked to discover that he didn’t really mind. Not in the slightest actually. Kind of liked having the eyes on him, in fact. Holy fucking shit to that.

He’d never tell anyone though. No, he’d take the fact that he liked having the volleyball captain’s eyes on him with him to the grave. Completely unsure what to make of his newfound discovery, Chandler busied himself with checking messages on his watch. Anything to help distract him from the fact that he liked and wanted James eyes on him.

Then the owner of said eyes finally began to speak and Chan looked up. He wished he didn’t though, because . . . what? His eyebrows shot up in surprise, almost completely disappearing behind the bandana he was wearing when he heard ‘doll’. Where did that come from? He was fine with twinkle toes but doll? He wasn’t too sure how he felt about it.

Whatever. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he locked the screen of his watch and then walked over to his bag, the rest of the dancers following. Now was as good of a time as ever to take a water break, especially given how much more they had to practice and how hot it was outside.

”Alright,” Chandler starting, capping his water bottle and throwing it back on top of his bag, ”Kaden and I are going to start teaching you the Don’t Tell Em choreo. We’re going to have to teach a little quicker than normal since we leave for the Paris competition on Thursday and I want to include it in the setlist. Now—“

”Chan,” He was interrupted by Adrianna before he could go on. ”Incoming.”

He didn’t even have time to ask who was incoming when he heard the “intruder” start to speak. Yeah, he wouldn’t trust them either, to be honest. They’d already proven their inability to get over the schoolboy grudge multiple times. Why would this time be any different? But then the word ‘schedule’ registered in his mind. ”Schedule? What, are we in elementary school now?” As far as the head of the University saw it, they probably were. Were sure acting like it, anyways.

Chandler stayed still as James approached him, wondering what on earth the other could want from him now. He didn’t have to wonder for long. Rolling his eyes when the phone was purposely held above his line of sight, he sent James a very unamused look. Instead of jumping up and down to view the image like he knew the captain wanted him to do, Chan just reached up and grabbed James’ wrist (much harsher than he would’ve had it been anyone else) and brought it down so he could see.

The more he read, the more his eyes narrowed in displeasure. Of course. Of course they’d be partnered with their cabin-mate and of course they’d have an activity pretty much every hour of the day. This was a punishment after all. But it meant that he had to spend every second he breathed with James and also meant finding a time to practice became a lot more difficult. They’d just have to practice in the dark after the day’s activities ended, which wasn’t the end of the world, but was a lot harder to see and meant less sleep.

Chandler increased the pressure of his grip on James’ wrist before flinging it away from him and walking back over to his bag. He gathered everything, zipped the bag up and then threw it over his back before walking back over to where everyone was. ”You said we have fishing now. Well let’s fucking fish.” he snapped, starting to walk off and back to the cabin. ”Praying it’s at my crocodile lake so I can push you in and watch.” he muttered quietly, though figured others could still hear him.

Even if there weren’t any crocs, which there definitely weren’t, he still wouldn’t mind pushing James in. Now back at the cabin, he dropped his bag on the floor next to his bed and began to change for a second time that day, thankful that all of his clothes were still spread out on the mattress. He wasn’t sure what he should wear to fish, though figured a pair of basketball shorts and an older t-shirt would suffice. Honestly, it probably didn’t matter what he wore. The proof picture they had to take wasn’t going to be hung in a museum and he’d also probably fall asleep halfway into the activity, so it was comfort over fashion time.

































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"Jesus, mind the grip short stack."
Of course, Chandler would find a way to ruin whatever fun James had left in him. He rubbed his wrist to quiet the buzzing pressure Chandler's iron grip had given him before placing away his phone.
"You need me in perfect shape if you want us to catch anything."
Sparing the sympathetic look from Conrad and the amused smirks of Chandler's dance team, James followed after his cabin-mate. There was no way in hell we were going to get his jacket wet from Chandler throwing him in. And it was sure to be too hot for his hoodie.

”Praying it’s at my crocodile lake so I can push you in and watch.”

He scoffed, there was no one James had ever met that was as violent as Chandler.
"If I remember correctly, weren't you the one who wanted to take a dip in your croc lake? Wouldn't want to take that away from you."
Chandler was going down with him if he dared to push him in the lake. But to not take any chances, James opened his duffle bag and fished out a pair of his default workout clothes that he wouldn't mind getting wet.
"But I hope it's your croc lake too. Glad we could agree on something."


James was, well, James Egidius Pangan which meant he would look good no matter what he wore. Even if they were a mundane look composed of a white muscle tee, black basketball shorts, and his sneakers. Besides, the headmaster wasn't going to display it on the school's website or anything and god knew James was going to delete any photo proof that the retreat ever happened. He planned on coming back to his flat, ignore Zach's insistent attempts to talk about the retreat, delete any pictures off his phone after submitting them, and get plastered drunk to truly forget about everything.

When James' jacket hit his mattress, James realized his actions and stopped. Was he really going to pretend that changing in the same room as Chandler was fine? Like the dance numbers earlier hadn't made him feel like he was burning alive? Fuck that. Officially never happened. Again, he was James Egidius Pangan, changing with other men was as common as rainy days in spring. His back was facing away from Chandler so he could just tune out his existence completely if he wanted to.

To hell with it. He stripped to his boxers only to shuffle on his basketball shorts. The tattoo he had on his spine was of a Sampaguita he got to surprise his grandma for her 87th birthday after he couldn't make it to her birthday due to a game. The same tattoo he got purposefully on his spine to avoid even a peak at the needles that were needed to make it. He'd at least give it time to shine in the crack of sunlight the cabin window gave before he covered it back up with the thin cloth of his tank top.

James gave a moment to stretch his arms, he didn't realize that all that standing he did earlier left himself stiff.
"All that standing earlier made me stiff as a board."
He said mostly to himself but the size of the cabin made it audible to the man behind him. Once he felt his arms relax he stopped to pull on his tank top. The armholes gave a generous allowance which gave the chance to see sections of his torso. Not that he necessarily minded, James liked to show off what he had.

Slipping back on his sneakers he combed a finger through his hair and for the first time since he started to get changed, faced Chandler.
"I'm gonna go ahead, I wanna enjoy time away from you as much as possible."
He flashed a coy smile (which helped hide his displeasure for the entire situation) before going on his way.

God bless Percy for being the first one there with the fishing gear set to the dock. James felt a wave of relief finally breathing his own for once, air that hadn't already been tainted by his cabin-mate was like a holy grail. The lake itself was massive, no website photos did it any justice as it expanded across the horizon. The rowboats docked started to both make sense and add a sense of dread. Chandler and him on a boat. In the middle of the lake. Fishing. Zach was going to steal his phone for photos just to see if their fishing trip wasn't just a fever dream James made up.

Percy tossed him two fishing rods and a tin full of bait. "Where's your roomie? Conrad texted that you two were holding each other's hands to go change after you made him dance for you."

"Enough with that shit."
James said through gritted teeth.
"I made the mistake of challenging to see them dance just to scare them off the basketball court here. And I..."
Liked it.
"Hated every second."
He haphazardly placed the equipment in the nearest boat before glancing down at the calm waters of the lake.
"You don't think any crocodiles are living here do you?"


































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The second Chandler finished changing, he jumped onto his bed and then rolled over onto his back to face the ceiling. Maybe he’d get a quick ten minute power nap in before he had to go to the dreaded lake. Now, don’t get him wrong, he loved nature and all that, he just didn’t love who he was paired with for this stupid fishing activity. Plus, last time he went fishing, neither he nor his family caught any fish during the multiple hours spent doing so. So sue him for not looking forward to it.

Though he was still planning on taking a nap, he decided he’d quickly check his social media accounts beforehand. After scrolling through Instagram, Twitter and Facebook, he locked his phone and set it on his chest before looking over at James. Who happened to be in his boxers. ”Wow. You’re still not changed? My grandmother changes faster than you do.” And that wasn’t an exaggeration. James was the slowest changer he’d come across

His eyes caught on the tattoo and face morphed into an unreadable expression. It wasn’t as if he disliked the tattoo, he thought it was a very pretty design and well done. It was just that Chan couldn’t imagine laying on a padded table for hours while getting a needle jabbed into the skin over and over again, on the spine no less, probably hundreds of thousands of times. His own ear, nose and tongue piercings were over and done with in a single pinch (which is the only reason he got them done), no need to be repeatedly stabbed.

Brown eyes had slipped shut before James started speaking again, though he wasn’t quite sure he was meant to overhear. Looking over at the other momentarily before averting his gaze back to the ceiling, Chandler rolled his eyes. ”Sounds like a you problem,” he mumbled to himself, closing his eyes again while making a mental note to never challenge James to an arm wrestling competition or a physical fight.

While Chan was confident he could win any running race the two competed in (if they were ever to compete), he simply was just not as strong physically. James’ muscles were big and defined from years of intense volleyball training whereas Chandler’s were long and lean from all of the years of dance. While he himself certainly had muscles, he wasn’t as cut and strong and would certainly lose any physical battle.

He’d started to doze off while thinking about avoiding any potential physical challenge and barely even heard James speak to him. Then, when he was finally all alone, fell asleep for real. As usual, he probably would’ve slept through the entire fishing activity if it weren’t for Kaden throwing open the door and noisily barging into the room.

”Get up, lazy ass.” said the Vice President, watching Chan just groan and roll over. Rolling his eyes, Kaden stalked to the President and punched him in the back.

”What the fuck!” Chan yelped, reaching a hand back to rub at his spine.

”We have to fish now, and if you don’t go, I have a feeling we’ll never get the studio back.” Kaden had an inkling that if this trip was somewhat successful, their damaged dance studio might finally be repaired.

After debating it for a while, Chan decided that Kaden was probably right about that so reluctantly nodded. ”Fine. But my legs have suddenly stopped working so I’ll need you to carry me.” Knowing better than to argue with their idiot leader, the VP rolled his eyes once again and crouched down so Chandler could climb onto his back. Once the package was secured, Kaden stood and exited the cabin, following signs down to the lake.

Most of the journey passed in silence with Chan resuming his nap, this time resting his head on Kaden’s shoulder instead of his pillow. Taking a detour from the pier he knew they were supposed to head to first, he walked right to the bank and pretended to drop the President in the water, happily putting up with the whacks that were rained down upon him. Then he finally walked to the pier.

’You don't think any crocodiles are living here do you?”

”Why don’t you jump in and find out?” Chandler spoke from his position on his best friend’s back before jumping down. Seeing that James already had the fishing equipment and him lingering here was pointless, Chan grabbed Kaden’s hand and dragged him off the pier, over to the boats. Anything to get away from his cabin-mate.

”How are you holding up?” Kaden asked, referring to the rooming situation.

”The best I can,” Chan answered honestly. ”But it’s a struggle. Going to need all of the strength to get through the weekend.”

”I know something that’ll cheer you up,” Kaden began, wiggling his brows. He continued at Chan’s look of confusion. ”Alcohol. Felix mentioned a bag of JD shooters he got from his flatmate and I know Adrianna has a handle of Beefeater’s and Smirnoff.”

Chandler wrinkled his nose at the mention of what Adrianna brought, not a fan of either brand. But alcohol was alcohol and when drunk, most wouldn’t notice. It wasn’t a bad idea, come to think of it. Alcohol certainly would help him “deal” with James, ”I brought a handle of Casa Dragones Joven but I am only going to share it with you and maybe Adri if she begs because it was expensive as hell.”

Kaden nodded in excitement, glad his BFF was in agreement, but before he could reply, he saw James walking over. Promising to continue this conversation over text and in the dance crew group chat, the VP departed to his own boat and left Chandler to his own devices.

Trying to stall off fishing as long as possible, he turned to James and decided now was as good of a time as ever to continue the taunts. ”Oh, I called my grandmother. She’s flying in early tomorrow morning and is coming straight to our cabin to challenge you to see who can dress faster. My money is on her.”

He then busied himself with climbing into the boat, not at all willing to help load the fishing equipment into it. He didn’t want to be here in the first place so why would he help? These little seats in the boat were as uncomfortable as fuck though and he doubted he’d get comfortable enough to fall asleep so he’d probably end up helping whether he wanted to or not.

































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Something irked him in the split second he saw Chandler on the back of one of his dancing henchmen but he chalked it up to seeing the other captain sooner than he'd hoped. The urge to wipe the smug smile off the other's face was good evidence of that hypothesis, just another example to be filed away in his mental file cabinet of 'reasons to hate Chandler Wu'. Another thing to be added to the list was having to see said smug smile from above rather than looking down.
"You're a twat."
He rolled his eyes, catching only a glimpse of his cabin-mate grabbing his friend's hand and leaving. Great. The air was tainted with his presence and James was still forced to carry the rest of the equipment to their boat.
"Trust in twinkle toes to leave me doing all the work."
James muttered, only to have the scowl that was slowly forming on his lips grow when he heard the barking laughter of Percy.

"Crocodile lakes and forced labor, huh?" Now that Percy caught a glimpse at what the two were like together, he had at least an inkling of why his captain was in his moods. "You've had a howler, mate."

Before James could go over and whack his teammate on the head with his fishing rod, Conrad merrily walked over to the pair. The vice-captain didn't even need to ask what was going on to know; having known James since he joined the volleyball team and the fact that James has never openly hated anyone as much as he did Chandler, most of his fits revolved around the dancer. "I don't understand why you can't try to be civil with him, Eggy." He carefully unlocked the fingers that James' used to hold onto his fishing rod, taking it away from his captain and gently placing it with the rest of his fishing gear. "We've all got to deal with a dancer today and you don't see any of us tempted to push them into the river." Despite his words, Conrad gave a warning look to Percy who simply put his hands up in surrender.

"Well, none of you have the devil himself."
James retorted.

"Don't start pouting on us, Eg, we hate them just as much as you do. Just play nice and they'll be out of our hair before you know it." Conrad was wrong in two of three of his claims. One, it was impossible for anyone to hate Chandler and his team as much James did and two, James did not pout. But admittedly, his VP was still right about having to at least be decent towards Chandler. If he didn't, he'd be ruining his team's shot of getting rid of the dance squad from their court and James would rather dive into Chandler's crocodile-infested river than harm his team.

James rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, admitting defeat.
"You're right. I won't drown him."
The satisfied grin on Conrad's face made his pride spike back up.
"But don't expect me to take his shit lying down. I'm just agreeing not to murder him while we're here."
He earned another obnoxious laugh fest from Percy.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you, cap'n. Now go get'em." Conrad gestured towards Chandler and his friend who were chatting up a storm near the other boats docked.

It was like he was in primary school again and his mother was sending him off to meet new friends. Except, instead of it being the gentle push of his mother's hand putting him in the direction of the kids in the play area, it was Conrad's calloused ones shoving him to where Chandler was. After a bit of resistance, James found himself walking towards the two dancers, with a bucket of fishing bait in one hand and the two fishing rods in the other. He was certain he heard his and Chandler's name being thrown around in Conrad's laughter-filled conversation with Percy, but he tried not to think about it. Any conversation about Chandler with Conrad was a losing game and James could only lose to his VP once a day before his inner sore loser acted up.

He assumed the two dancers had seen him approach since they quickly closed their convo and dispersed. Following through with his promise, James tried to nod at the dancer who walked past him only to receive a brief look of skepticism and then a snicker at the amount of equipment he had in his hands. A bit infuriating, but not surprising. The dancers took after their leader and that meant James' suffering must have gotten a kick out of them. Just as James got closer to Chandler and their boat, he could almost feel the winds change in direction, like a bad omen. He expected the skies to go grey, for the tides to grow violent, and for the wind to howl at him to go the other direction. Instead, it remained to be the perfect weather to be outside and fishing despite being paired up with the worst person in existence.

Chandler had an odd way of greeting him. James could deal with taunts and petty comments from Zach, heck, the volleyball team loved to tease the hell out of each other but whenever something remotely sneering came out of Chandler's mouth that was directed at James, it would push all his buttons. It was frustrating knowing that Chandler had that skill to him.
"I still find it weird that you were watching me get dressed— let alone time how long it took. Is there something you wanna tell me, Chandler?"
He challenged, unconsciously growing a taunting smile. It was as if he was in a cartoon and imagining that there was a devil and an angel on his shoulder.

The angel being Conrad, reminding him to behave himself and the devil being a giggling Zachary, munching on popcorn in the sidelines, cheering him onward. Zach always enabled his impulsive tendencies. And in his defense to small angel boy Conrad, Chandler is the one starting it, not him. Besides, he only promised not to kill him. As long as they can fake a photo for the headmaster, the two can argue and bicker all they want.

Instead of pouring the bucket of bait on Chandler like he wanted to the moment he saw him climb onto their boat instead of helping him, James scoffed.
"If you're not gonna be helping me arrange the equipment, you're on oars duty."
He set the bucket onto the floor of the boat with the tin container of fishing reals he placed earlier.
"And I don't know if your arms could take that."
James was obviously more equipped to be the one rowing them, but he was also petty. There was no way in hell that he'd let Chandler off of doing any sort of labor that didn't include actually fishing— it wouldn't be fair. And James just loved good sportsmanship.

































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Even though he pretty much knew he’d never be able to actually fall asleep in this boat, it didn’t stop Chandler from trying. He sat down on one of the wooden planks, turned so his legs were over the edge and feet in the water, and then laid down, throwing his left arm behind his head to use as a pillow.

Against his better judgment, he shut his eyes, completely shutting off his ability to see what James was doing. Normally he wouldn’t bother, but there were too many people here which made for too many witnesses should the other try something.

Though he only intended to block out the other visually, it seemed as if Chan was also blocking him out sonically. He barely registered what James was saying, though caught bits and pieces such as ‘watching’ and ‘dressed’ and then ‘tell me’. Despite not hearing the full thing, he was able to put together the gist.

He wasn't sure he liked the gist. ”Contrary to what you so want to believe, that’s not the case. I know you have wild fantasies in which I watch you change and want to jump your bones, but unfortunately for you and happily for me, it’s time to crush your hopes and dreams,” he paused to yawn, eyes still firmly shut.

Why he didn't open them, he didn't know, but they were shut and would remain so. ”I knew you had just started to change as I jumped onto my bed and when I looked over after checking my phone to ask why the fuck you were still in my presence, saw you were still changing.” The other didn’t really deserve an explanation in Chandler’s opinion, but he was still getting one.

”But you’re not in any shape to talk,” He added with a snort. ”It was your eyes that couldn’t look away from me as I danced for your stupid challenge, your eyes that were burning holes in me when I changed back at the cabin before dancing. Something you want to tell me, James?”

He cracked open one eye to see James reaction (and to see if he was in any danger of getting pushed in or beaten with various fishing equipment) and then shut it, apparently not really caring. He wasn’t planning on bringing up the cabin staring, assuming James was just caught off guard when it happened, but when the opportunity presented itself so nicely, couldn’t resist. Now he was starting to wonder if it was truly from being taken off guard or voluntary.

Chandler barely reacted when he was told he was in charge of rowing, still in his relaxed position on the seat. ”What’s there to arrange? You put some bait onto the hook and cast it into the water.” It would take all of thirty seconds, if that, and didn’t understand why James was making such a big deal of it all.

Though, despite his beliefs, he reached over and grabbed an oar and rested it across his chest. ”My arms are fine. I used to fish all the time with my family.” Granted, it had been many, many years since the last time he went but was sure his arms would be up for the challenge.

Oar in hand, his grip got tighter as he imagined what it would be like to sit up and just whack James as hard as he could with it. He wouldn’t do it, not when the risk of punishment was so high, but it was still very nice to imagine. Sighing, Chan finally sat up and swung his legs back into the boat. He adjusted his grip on the oar before dipping one end into the water and then the other in order to figure out the best position to hold.

”I’m going to start rowing in five seconds, so if you don’t sit down, you’ll probably fall right off the boat.” Not as if he cared, no, he’d love if that were to happen. James was lucky to even get a warning since in most cases, he’d just start and everyone else be damned.

It seemed as if they were ahead of the game as everyone else was just now arriving to the boats with the equipment, though Kaden was somehow already in the middle of the lake. Not wanting to get upstaged by his VP any longer, Chandler dipped the oar in the water and began to row.

































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Fishing had always been the centerpiece of James' good memories. The many times when he went to visit his cousins when he was barely the size of a fishing pole, the one summer he and his parents went out and rented a boat, and the two times he went to summer camp. All were pleasant, he had good company and enjoyed the conversations being on a boat for hours made. Fishing with Chandler was definitely different. He was far from good company— always finding a way to antagonize him and their conversations were but heated bickering. If he and Chandler found themselves on the Titanic together and the only way for James to survive was to share a life raft with the dancer, he'd rather take his chances in the freezing North Atlantic Ocean. And even if he did try and share, Chandler probably would have pushed him off to freeze or drown nonetheless.

A part of him wished he would have waited and found out if Chandler would have pulled through with his threat of leaving him on the dock. But after seeing Conrad in the middle of the lake with the guy he saw hanging around Chandler earlier, James' competitiveness couldn't allow him to sit this one out. And after looking back at his little cabin-mate on the boat and the same competitive glint in his eyes, he was just a little relieved they had something in common. So instead of willingly getting left behind, he grumbled, "Yeah, yeah, whatever" and got on the boat, bringing the remaining container of fishing lines with him. To think he would have let Chandler get away with putting one stupid box into the boat and row himself.

In times when James didn't want to be in his current timeline, he'd resort to either two choices: drink till he forgets (otherwise known as his last resort) or bring his head elsewhere and imagine himself on a well-waxed volleyball court. But instead of the beautiful court and a wall of giant TVs that played Austin Powers flicks, he could only think about Chandler's accusation earlier. Was his staring really that obvious? He felt his cheeks heat up and his lips thin when Chandler turned the accusation at him— but trying not to show that "guilty" was written all over his face at the time, he quickly turned away from the other, left words unsaid, and pretended to mess with the last piece of equipment. But now they were on the boat together and it was... awkward. Awkward in both a "we-could-kill-each-other-any-second" way and "my-mind-is-gonna-swallow-me-whole" way. James wanted to forget this entire day (and the rest of the trip to come for that matter) ever happened, fool himself into believing this was all a fever dream and by the end of the weekend, he'll wake up to Zach throwing a thermometer at him. The only issue is that Chandler didn't forget and that will both bite him in the ass now and later.

But instead of talking about it, James attached his line and decided to talk to Chandler about anything else.
"We're not taking our photo for the headmaster until we catch a fish."
He caught a glance at Conrad, who already had his line in the water. He knew his vice-cap had never fished a day in his life, but beginner's luck could always take the upper hand and if Conrad managed to catch a fish even a millimeter bigger than what James will catch, he'd never let it go.
"And I don't know about you, but I want to catch a big one. And from the schedule plan, what we catch is probably what we're going to cook and eat later for lunch."


Taking a picture and faking a smile for it was the easy part, adding a boat in the middle of a lake to the equation was where doubt took over. He took a mental note to have a hold on Chandler somehow so if he had any bright ideas of pushing him over, James would bring him down too.
"I never took you as a guy who'd like to fish y'know, I thought Americans from LA were into tanning in the sun or something."
He grinned at his own joke as he hooked the bait and turned to look at the lake. It was a beautiful day no matter how awful the current and future events could soil it, he gave his fishing rod a firm toss, getting the line to soar at a decent distance. Satisfied, he looked back at Chandler, expecting him only a little bit.
"I guess this trip was made to get us to know each other better."


Small talk was the bane of James' existence, but the silence was worse. And maybe if James got to know the dance captain more, his urge to glare at him at every chance he gets may turn into an occasional habit.
"But if you need any help catching a fish, I'm happy to help if you ask nicely enough. I don't you've ever used the word 'please' with me."
He had the audacity to wink.
" And I saw how you looked at you buddy who managed to get on the lake first with Conrad, and as much as I don't like you, we can easily crush them. Not that this is a contest or anything."
To James it was, it always was. Even before volleyball, the player loved anything that picked a winner in the end. Hell, while he was bouncing between sports in primary school, his cousins got him invested into the Miss Universe pageants for a while.
"It would just give us something to do instead of planning to throw each other off the boat for our entire time here."


































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The lack of a response received from the staring comments sent Chandler’s ego absolutely skyrocketing. So he was right. He knew it. And now the ball was completely and totally in his court. Though they weren’t keeping score and it definitely wasn’t a competition of any sorts, he’d won this round. Chandler: 1 James: 0. With the ball being in his court, he could totally dictate the way this conversation went. Or didn’t go. But he wouldn’t, not now at least. Right now he’d focus on fishing, as boring as it may be, and would bring up the staring and blushing at a later time, a time convenient for him.

”We're not taking our photo for the headmaster until we catch a fish.”

Chandler snorted at that. Why did it matter whether or not they caught a fish for the picture? Did James want to hold up the fish in the picture like every guy in the southern US did in their Facebook profile picture? Yeah, he wouldn’t be taking any parts of that. He was fine with waiting until they caught a fish to take the picture, but he’d refuse point blank to allow the fish to appear in the photo.

The mention of cooking the fish they caught caused Chan to freeze and actually look at James for the first time they’ve been out here. ”What?” was all he could manage right now. He was fine with fishing but actually eating what they caught? ”We actually have to eat what we caught?” Every time he went fishing with his family, it was strictly catch and release. He couldn’t imagine eating the fish he caught. Sure, he ate fish when at a restaurant and ate whatever fish he bought from the store, but that was different. He didn’t actually catch those fish, they were dead and food safe by the time they reached their final destination.

Unsettled at the idea of having to eat the fish he caught, he turned to look at the water. Now he didn’t even want to catch a fish. But he had a feeling they weren’t allowed to end this activity until both participants caught a fish. Whatever. He just would look away throughout the entire process, give all the fish to James to eat and then would eat one of the protein bars he packed just in case. It wouldn’t fill him but at least it would curb the hunger somewhat.

He fiddled with the line, pretending to be undoing an invisible knot to hide the discomfort he felt. ”Yeah, you'll find people into tanning in LA, but you'll find that in every city in a warm climate,” he replied, not looking up, ”Most of us from LA are into surfing, acting, singing, music, dance, fashion and art.” Los Angeles was one of the most diverse cities in the world in terms of interests and culture. ”It’s mainly where people go to achieve their dreams, not to tan. In terms of fishing though, there are a few spots.”

All, surprisingly, were nearby his childhood house. ”When I wasn’t busy with dance, my brother didn’t have surfing and my sisters didn’t have ice skating or soccer or whatever they were playing at the time, we’d drive up to Castaic Lagoon or Crystal Lake to fish as a family.” Not that James would have any idea of what those places are. Being so young at the time, Chan never caught anything of note but he enjoyed the experience nevertheless.

Shrugging at what James said about this trip being a bonding experience, he focused on spearing the bait onto the hook. Bonding or not, he wasn’t thrilled about having to spend this time together. ”I probably haven’t ever said please around you,” he agreed, and probably wouldn’t any time soon. ”But I’ve got the fish catching covered.” He didn’t need help.

Truth be told, Chandler didn’t give a shit about whether or not Kaden and his cabinmate caught a fish before they did. He just didn’t like them being out in the lake before he was. But now that they were all out in the lake, everything was fine. However, sensing James did actually appear to want to catch a fish first, he didn’t say anything to counter the claim. ”I know you always like to think the worst of me, but for your information, not once have I thought about pushing you off the boat.” Hitting you with the oar, yes, but not pushing you off the boat.

”I thought you didn’t like me though,” he hummed. ”I mean, you made us dance for you less than an hour ago, thinking we’d fail and you'd be all happy and shit, and now you suddenly want to make small talk?” Interesting flex, but okay. He would’ve been fine if they decided to just keep to themselves this entire fishing experience. It would’ve been awkward, yes, but at least he could nap.

Then he realized he still hadn’t cast his line into the water. One, he was lazy and two, he didn’t want to catch anything. Just as he was about to do so, he remembered something. Fish were attracted to shiny objects and light. His father had worn a silver wristwatch during one of the fishing trips and the way the sun hit it caused a circle of light to reflect onto the water. Within seconds, fish began swarming and trying to eat it. Well, why couldn’t that happen now?

His watch was an Apple watch and there was no silver whatsoever, so that left piercings. Chandler turned his head and twisted the hoop in his right nostril, trying to get the sun to reflect off of it and into the water. But either the hoop was too small and narrow or the angle was bad because no light appeared in the water. All of the piercings in his ears were hidden by his hair or the bandana so that was a no go. Now, the only thing left was the tongue piercing.

Knowing he’d look like an idiot just sitting in a boat with his tongue sticking out, he turned his whole body away from James, trying to hide it all from the other. After sticking his tongue out, it took a bit of time for the sun to find it but soon, a small bit of light appeared on the water nearby. Not wasting any time, Chan threw the hook towards the spot and watched as it sank. Now all he could do was wait for the fish to come. ”Want to make a bet on which one of us catches a fish first?”

































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"What, do you not like eating fish?"
James didn't know if he liked to actually learn about Chandler. It was... humanizing. And it felt better to make fun and view Chandler as his own mean little dancing chaos demon who hogged his court as a way to torment James than just a snarky dancer who apparently hated the thought of eating fish. And because of the snort he heard from the other when he mentioned his picture plans, he decided not to mention that Conrad packed a cooler full of food to be cooked.

It was mainly for the volleyball team in mind, sure. But as much as he got on his nerves, even James couldn't let a guy starve. Conrad probably packed extra too since the team needed to stay in their best shape for the game. And if Chandler was feeling thankful, he would use his act of kindness to later get the team some time on the basketball court while they were stuck here.

He switched his fishing handle on his dominant hand and used his left to tap a nameless tune against the boat.
"Hm."
Was all he could hum out as he listened to Chandler talk. Admittedly, he didn't expect Chandler to genuinely want to say anything that wasn't a sharp retort. It was meant to be a joke, yet James found himself having the dancer's take on LA as a local playing as background noise to his fishing trip. It didn't surprise James that Chandler had siblings, his attitude practically screamed grumpy middle kid or spoiled youngest at least (not that James could talk, being an only child made him a bit spoiled himself)
"I've been to LA a couple of times when I was younger, guess my family only focused on the tourist spots."
Although he'd never admit it, he mentally reminded himself to Google the locations of Castaic Lagoon and Crystal Lake whenever his mom wanted to drag him and his dad to LA again.

"Suit yourself."
James didn't know why he bothered.
"My dad and I used go all the way to Herefordshire to fish in the Redmire Pool."
He left out the times he managed to fall into the pond and almost got their permits revoked. It was a story he'd normally laugh about among his teammates but sharing it with Chandler would be worse than reliving the experience. It was bad enough how posh he sounded saying the pond's location and the name of the pond itself.

When Chandler refused to admit his violent tendencies towards James, the captain turned his attention back to his fishing line to hide his eyes rolling.
"Well that's good to know."
Sarcasm oozing out of his tone.
"Sorry for being defensive, it's not like you haven't hate my guts since you stepped on campus."
Like water and oil, the two didn't mix and it was probably stupid to try. What stopped James from shutting down and pettily huffing to himself on his side of the boat for the rest of the trip was simply boredom.

People occasionally threw around the word "needy" when describing him, but James would rather say, "easy to lose focus". And the silence of a calm day fishing at a lake would make James want to jump out of the boat and drown himself— no Chandler required. And was it so bad that James had considered treating the retreat like an actual retreat? With all the headmaster's mumbo-jumbo about team building and finding reconciliation. Not that he really was trying, Conrad and he agreed on tolerance at most. But still, a part of the thought was there.

"I do. But I don't like silence even more than I don't like you."
He groaned at the mention of the dance yet again. That was hours ago by now (right?) James wanted to put that all behind him. He knew that Chandler knew about the... moment's weakness he showed at the basketball court, and the more leverage Chandler had on James, the more unsafe James felt.
"Enough about your stupid dance, I just wanted you guys off the court, we have a tournament coming up and this dumb retreat is gonna set us back if we don't practice."
He hated how Chandler always knew which buttons to press to get him frustrated. The way it seemed like he knew all the tricks to blow James up despite the two rarely being in the same vicinity. He would have found it impressive if it was anybody else with the ability.

If James' ears didn't perk up at the idea of a bet, he would have left Chandler hanging for the rest of the trip. Hell, if it wasn't going to be a competition where he and Chandler worked together, he was more than happy to have a competition where they were against.
"It'd be stupid not to agree to an easy win against you."
He glanced back at Chandler, who was still facing the other way. James had this in the bag, there was no shot he could lose.
"Let's say loser has to..."
He thought about it for a moment before grinning.
"Dye his hair."


At face value, it didn't seem so bad. Although James had never dyed his hair before as he treated it like he would his own baby, but he wouldn't be so against it. Not until he added the addition to it,
"The loser could wait till we get back to civilization of course, but the real punishment is the loser can't just use any hair dye, he has to use whatever hair dye my flatmate has."


An ominous decision really, Zach normally kept hair dye around the flat whenever he was feeling on the brink of a breakdown and as the chess player was still sporting his natural sand brown, he had a stash of hair dye yet to be used. Though James had no idea what color it would be which was the fun part of the stakes. It could be a neon yellow for all he knew, and James would love to see Chandler sporting any hair color besides his current one.
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Though he heard the question about whether or not he liked eating fish, Chandler just ignored it. Yes, he liked eating fish, but it was too hard to explain that while he did eat most fish, he couldn’t bring himself to eat one he caught since he figured he’d develop some weird connection to it or something. So it was in his best interest to remain silent.

While he didn’t expect James to have been to LA, hearing that the tourist spots were the ones hit didn’t surprise him in the slightest. ”Most people only focus on the tourist spots,” he pointed out. The city was so gigantic that even he, who’d been born and raised there, hadn’t been everywhere. ”Let me guess; you walked the Walk of Fame, hiked to the Hollywood sign, hit Rodeo, went to Capitol Records, visited Disneyland, did a tour of Warner Brothers and Universal Studios, took pictures at Griffith and spent the day at Santa Monica beach and pier?” All of those were prime tourist things to do so he wouldn’t be surprised if all were done.

Santa Monica had its perks, but he much preferred Abbot Kinney Boulevard by Venice Beach. Significantly less crowded with lots of cute little boutiques, restaurants and coffee shops. ”If you ever go back, go to Abbot Kinney Blvd. I promise it’s worth it, plus Venice is better than Santa Monica.”

Chandler neither knew nor cared where Red-whatever pool or Herefordshire were. He figured they were in Britain since they had very British names, but didn’t know where. Even though he went to school in the country, he’d only been to London (obviously), Liverpool on a weekend trip and then Manchester once when on tour and once to teach a masterclass. But that was it.

Then a thought crossed his mind, a thought that caused him to sit ramrod straight. How did James know he was from LA? He was positive that he’d never told James or any of the other volleyball team members that he was from there and he knew it wasn’t the dancers because they never spoke to the other team. So how did he know? Now it seemed like the only way to know was social media, but he didn’t think James followed him. Plus he’d have to scroll far down on Chan’s page to find anything from LA. ”If I’m remembering correctly, I never told you I was from LA. So how did you know? Been stalking me lately?”

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to feel flattered by that if it were true, but right now he certainly didn’t. Right now he didn’t know how to feel, however, what he did know was that he was very interested in hearing whatever lies and excuses James was about to come up with for how he knew where Chan was from.

"Enough about your stupid dance, I just wanted you guys off the court, we have a tournament coming up and this dumb retreat is gonna set us back if we don't practice.”

Anger rushed through him at that. So the volleyball team really thought they were the only ones affected by this? "Get off your fucking high horse. You’re not the only ones this retreat is affecting. We fly to Paris on Thursday afternoon for one of the biggest competitions of the semester but you don’t hear a single one of us complaining about practice time.” Untrue. There were lots of complaints in the dance group chat, but now that they were here, most of the complaining had ceased and they were trying to make the most out of whatever free time hey had to practice.

Because he was Chandler, he couldn’t resist continuing. "But ‘stupid dance’?” he asked delicately. ”Interesting. Because the school doesn’t seem to think it’s just a ‘stupid dance’,” His tone was an eerie calm, a very ominous sign. ”When our studio got flooded, the school could’ve easily rented out a dance studio in the city for us to practice but they didn’t. Where did they put us? Oh, on the court where you all usually practice. Notice how the complaints you made about getting us off the court were ignored?”

He glanced over at James for a second before looking back out at the water. ”Yeah, so the answer is obvious; the school cares about us more than you all. They put us on your former court, a court that soon became ours, and didn’t give a damn when our practice went over into yours. So run along, go on and take the ancient gravel basketball court to practice on. You’re going to need it.” Yes, one could argue that the school didn’t care about the dance team or either of them since they were forced into this bonding retreat, but the retreat was mainly because of JayChan’s inability to get along, not the court practice issue.

And now Chan wanted to just jump into the lake and swim away but knew he couldn’t. They still hadn’t taken the damn photo needed for proof. Ugh, this was so not going well. Plus, now he was fired up and fired up him tended to lose focus on whatever he was doing at the time. Losing focus here meant catching a fish would soon become very difficult. Not being able to catch a fish would mean an easy win for James. Great.

”’Dye his hair’?” he repeated, brows raised. That sure as hell wasn’t what he was expecting. He was expecting a monetary bet or one where the loser has to eat something super spicy or whatever, not hair dyeing. ”Fine, whatever. But I’m going to make an addendum; I agree in that the loser has to dye his hair whatever color your roommate has, but not necessarily that particular dye. Some brands are horrible for your hair and do significant damage and I’m sure neither of us wants to end up bald. So if your roomies brand is bad, loser can buy a good one in that color.”

Having dyed his hair a few times before, he knew his fair share about dyes. Not wanting to end up with damaged hair, he’d done his research on good and bad brands and knew which ones to get and stay away from. Regardless of which one of them won or lost, he’d make sure the brand was decent. At this rate, it was himself that was going to be dyeing his hair so the least he could do was make sure he’d still have hair.

Running a hand through said hair, Chandler looked at the oar he'd set down earlier and sighed. Before getting on the boat, he wanted nothing more than to whack James with it. By now though, he'd have paid all the money in the world for someone to take he himself out with the oar so that way he wouldn't have to suffer through this anymore.

































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Every fiber of James' being was telling him to say "fuck it" and push Chandler off the boat and finish him off himself. To allow the freshwater to swallow him whole so James didn't have to deal with him or his foolish claims anymore. Whatever Nessie that lived down there could listen to the dancer ranting for all he cared. It seemed the only thing stopping James was the grip the promise he had with Conrad had on him. Not only would Conrad kill him, but the rest of Chandler's lackeys. And the headmaster. He could just see the headlines now,

BREAKING NEWS: Promising volleyball athlete drowns Tiktok dancer in reconciliation retreat!

Yeah. That wasn't something James wanted for himself. But that didn't stop Chandler from making it harder for him not to consider that future. Thankfully, it seemed that Chandler didn't get on his nerves as bad when he was talking about tourist locations. He almost wanted to laugh at how spot-on his assumptions were, he remembered his mother arranged the entire trip and wanted to do what all tourists did in LA. The small talk added more things to his mental notepad in case he wanted to explore LA more someday. James was ready to lower his defenses and perhaps talk more about Chandler's hometown since it seemed to be the only talking point that didn't get on either of their nerves, but then a question arose which struck up his walls once more.

”If I’m remembering correctly, I never told you I was from LA. So how did you know? Been stalking me lately?”

What went from a mildly indifferent and underlyingly condescending talk about what LA had to offer their tourists, quickly became a fight of pride.
"Don't flatter yourself."
His tone was flat and he rolled his eyes regardless of if the other caught it.
"I heard it through the grapevine. People talk around campus all the time and it just so happened you were a topic of discussion."
There was a time James wasn't cursed to know the existence of a Chandler Wu. Where all he knew was the gossip of a new member in the dance team who seemed to carry the same amount of hype as he did when he joined the volleyball team. And that new member was said to have been from LA.
"An ex was talking about a dancer in one of her classes who was from LA and it was pretty easy to figure out it was you from the accent. A little disappointed you didn't speak like a valley girl really."


James wasn't necessarily one to think before he spoke. Far from it, he usually said the first thing that came to mind and dealt with the consequences shortly after. It's probably one of the reasons why he had a questionable dating history and it was probably what struck a nerve in Chandler. He didn't expect his poor attempts to deflect from reminiscing in the way he acted while watching the dance team's performance to set the dance captain off.

He'd probably be bathing in the gratification of pushing the other's buttons for once if Chandler wasn't the type to push back at James with the same amount of force. Everything with Chandler was a competition. A challenge that James couldn't afford to concede to. He already had his moment of weakness before and he knew that Chandler knew that. He knew he had to settle the score and not back down. Especially as Chandler's claim was getting a rise out of him as well. A lot of things had changed ever since the volleyball team had to share their crown with the dance team. Whenever they came back with a championship it had felt as if the dance team would follow shortly after with a trophy of their own. The praise, the reputation, the achievements all tasted bland knowing that James had to share it all with Chandler Wu of all people.

Maybe because he was an only child not used to sharing. Or maybe it was their inability to get along. But everything and Chandler's comment about the school favoring them over him and his team set his anger ablaze.
"We'll call it your court when I see your team's name on the directory. Till then you own it as much as a guest who has overstayed their welcome. "
He didn't notice he said the words through gritted teeth until he felt the sting in his jaw.
"But thanks for letting us at least use a court over this retreat. Maybe if you did that in the first place we wouldn't be in this hellhole. If the school loved you all so much, maybe they should've used all the money funding this trip to fix your soggy old dance studio."


He wanted to find Conrad or anyone else in his team before he went berserk. A glance around and he found his teammates focusing on their fishing, and some talking with them. If no one held him back, he wouldn't be able to guarantee Chandler or himself leaving unscathed from their boat ride. Instead of pursuing his life of being a true-crime story YouTubers talked about while doing their makeup, James decided to use his sizzling anger in catching a stupid fish. He couldn't care less about catching a big fish anymore, it was now about proving a point through winning. It was what James Pangan did best.

"Whatever makes you feel better about dyeing your hair."
James prayed to God that Zach had felt particularly impulsive when he bought his last hair dye. It was a shot in the dark for James to settle on the stakes of the bet, he knew he himself would hate it but he didn't know if Chandler wouldn't like it either. A pleased hum escaped him when Chandler took extra precautions.
"Wouldn't want you to chicken out."


Just as he finished his taunt, he felt a tug from his line. Maybe his family was right to have his second name from a saint as the cloud father from the sky finally blessed him with some good news. All he had to do was not fuck it up.

































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The oar Chandler had set down previously was nearly sent flying through the air and straight into the water. Why? Well, because he was shocked and shocked him tended to jolt and knock over whatever was nearby. Why was he shocked? Simply because he hadn’t been expecting the response. Flattering himself had actually never been on the agenda since the idea of being “stalked” on social media didn’t really sit right with him. Being stalked in any sense made him unnerved and flattery did not fit anywhere into this equation.

No, what made him shocked was finding out he was a popular discussion topic. Yes, he was well aware that he was one of the best dancers in the world right now and of course people would know who he was, but he didn’t expect people in the school to know. They’d know that the dance and volleyball teams were the two best in the school, but he didn’t expect the individual dancers to be known.

A pleasant surprise though, to say the least. But then James continued, and Chan fought the urge to jump into the lake and then capsize the boat. "Are you sure it was me though?" he wondered. "Another dancer is from LA, how do you know it was me they were talking about?" Which wasn’t a lie as Gabe was from LA, personally recruited to this school by Chan. "There’s a very good chance I’m from a different state and my family only spends summers in LA." Some families had summer homes in different states, it wasn’t unheard of. "You just automatically assumed it was me since I was already on your mind."

Chandler found himself glancing across the water to check on Gabe, who was currently having an animated discussion with whatever volleyballer he was paired with, before focusing back on the conversation. "Valley girl accent is complete bullshit," he snorted, "a stereotype made up by TV and movies. If you’re so intent on hearing an accent though, I’ve got the 'surfer dude' accent down and will happily use it for the rest of this ‘trip’." It wasn’t really an accent, more like slang with certain dialect variations. "My brother is on Team USA surfing and made sure my sisters and I could do it, so you can guarantee authenticity." Nolan taught them it as a joke but now Lilly, Eva and Chan could all speak using it.

His grip on the fishing rod tightened for a moment before he released it entirely and wedged it in between supplies so he wouldn’t have to hold it anymore. "Our teams name on it?" he asked, laughing derisively. "I don’t see your team’s name on it either. The only name I see on it is the name of the person who donated millions to the school and got the court named after them." He shook his head, still grinning in amusement.

"And hmm… maybe, but I think the real reason they didn’t fix the studio was because they wanted us to share the court to see if we could get along on our own. Obviously that didn’t work, so here we are. I’m betting they’ll fix the studio in the coming weeks." Probably only if this retreat proved to be successful in the James and Chandler getting along front, a thought he kept in the back of his mind. He knew he should start being nicer, but it was so, so easy and enjoyable to push James far enough to see him break. As far as Chan could tell, he was winning that particular battle. So why not push it farther?

In due time. Right now though, he was going to take the dreaded picture. There was no chance in hell he was allowing a fish to appear in the picture they were submitting, so he decided he’d take one on his own without telling the other. So, after making sure James wasn’t looking, Chan discreetly took a picture of the two of them. Then he took off his shoes and socks, stuffed his socks into the toes and then set his phone down in one of the shoes.

Now he could push. "Still haven’t caught a fish yet?" he asked through a yawn. "Thought you were supposed to be good at fishing." At this point, Chandler had already given up on the activity entirely and made it completely obvious that he’d done so. Hair dyeing be damned, he knew he’d look good in whatever color he ended up with. "If you manage to actually catch one, maybe they’ll put your name on a plaque here. At least you’ll have your name somewhere since I doubt it’ll ever appear at the school."

































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"There are more of you?"
His face scrunched up as if he smelled something foul.
"I'm not gonna lie, I don't think I've caught the names of your teammates."
Chandler was playing some weird mind games on him and James did not like mind games. Why was it such a big deal that he knew he was from LA? He was sure everybody on campus knew that.
"But sure, maybe I remembered your obnoxious accent when she mentioned her LA classmate and I assumed. Can't be sure if it was you though, I don't really remember her name at this point."
James was a social guy, but he also couldn't remember names to save his life. Let alone exes who he probably cut ties with as fast as they got together.

Although he couldn't remember her name, nor be bothered to know the names of the dance team, he would always remember Chandler's. The little thorn in his side that met him at equal footing in their team's popularity yet couldn't meet eye-to-eye. And even if, yes, James had no clue who his ex was really talking about, he always just assumed it was Chandler. Most times when someone mentioned an American dancer on campus, he assumed it was him either way. Now that Chandler was implying there to be other dancers from LA at school, it made him want to yank out the fish on his line straight away only to toss it American-football style.

"I happen to enjoy movies with a funny valleygirl, Percy could do a pretty decent one if he's drunk enough."
The mental image of Chandler sporting a surfer dude accent didn't spike as much joy as him with a valleygirl accent. On the contrary, he cringed at the thought. Hearing it would probably remind him of the time he and Zach did a Spongebob binge and his flatmate made the decision to mock one of the fish's accents.
"I think I'll pass on that offer, thanks."
No matter how accurate it could be, it would just bring him back to the Irishman trying to be both American and an air-headed surfer. And James would rather not mix a painful trip with even more painful memories.

"I don’t see your team’s name on it either. The only name I see on it is the name of the person who donated millions to the school and got the court named after them."

The grip around his fishing rod tightened. Chandler had a point, their team name technically wasn't put on the court, and the court itself was dedicated to alumni with too much money in their bank account. He wanted to argue that their team name was on the map of the school if you tried to find the court, but Chandler would find a way to belittle that too. He always did.

Luckily, the fish on the end of his line acted as a decent distraction, for the time being, filling the dead air James' lack of response left with the sound of his fishing rod's give as James attempted to pull in his prize. Fishing was second nature to him. A pattern of reeling in his catch and halting to give it a false sense of security. If only he could play the game he and Chandler have created for each other as naturally as fishing. James wasn't normally hotheaded, far from it. He made it a point to avoid getting genuinely angry as much as he could. A bit impulsive, but always careful when it came to even an inkling of rage. The game Chandler had him on almost rewrites his entire system. Taking advantage of his competitive edge and bringing out his inner anger when he lost.

And James was so obviously losing right now.

He halts his reel to give the fish a break.
"Why can't you admit that the school probably has other things to worry about than financing your studio?"
James rolled his eyes as pulled back his fishing rod.
"But sure let's go with that. A stupid decision really. They should've just left us be. Or at least put us in a hotel resort than some cabins in the woods. There would've been better things to do to help us 'build as a team'."
James knew he and Chandler both would rather be anywhere else than in the middle of nowhere together. There were tournaments to practice for, training to be done, yet they had to spend the weekend trying to reconcile. It was like they were back in primary school.
"I sure hope that's the case, the sooner they separate our teams again, the better."
He muttered.

There probably would have been an air fist bump when he finally reeled in the fish if he didn't hear the click of Chandler's phone as the other took a picture of what he assumed to be the two of them. Of course. Suddenly the excitement of catching a decently sized brown trout spoiled sour. Count on Chandler Wu to capture anything but James' achievements. He faked a smile for his own phone, taking a selfie with the fish on his line, allowing it to look as if it was hovering over the dance captain's head before he snapped the shot.

Upon setting his phone down on the seat of the boat, his smile dropped back to an angry frown. The photo needed was over and James caught his fish which meant the need for both him and Chandler on the boat was over and James could finally do what he wanted to ever since they sailed off. It was the ample opportunity, nothing expensive would get damaged and he technically wouldn't be breaking his promise to Conrad. It was too easy.

The fish was haphazardly put in a bucket before James stood in front of Chandler, satisfaction oozing out of his mouth as he said,
"Oh fuck off."
And pushed. It was as calculated as James could be in the spur of the moment. It would get the other angry sure, but it was all worth it to have some sort of last laugh for once.

But what James didn't expect was the grip that pulled him in with him as he too fell into the cold water of the lake.

































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Chandler was still stewing about the “there are more of you?” comment to listen to anything else James said. Yes there were more, just one more, a sweet angel baby. And James had better keep anything negative about Gabe out his fucking mouth if he knew what was good for him. Chan didn’t throw hands often but if it was anything involving Gabe, he would.

If he weren’t thinking about that, maybe he would’ve seen the push coming. Maybe. But as it was, he was so in his head that he didn’t even see James stand up and turn to face him. If he had, maybe he wouldn’t have fallen into the water. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. The next thing he knew, he was falling backwards into the icy abyss.

Spluttering, Chan emerged from the water and shook his head to get it out of his eyes. To say he was shocked when he saw James emerge from the water as well would be an understatement. He hadn’t realized he’d pulled James in as well, hadn’t meant to do it, actually. It was a subconscious reaction — his body looking for something, anything, to save it. That something just so happened to be James, who wasn’t at all a stable surface to save him. He really didn’t mean to do it, but doubted he’d be believed.

Discovering he could stand, he tentatively placed his feet on the muddy bottom of the lake and turned to stare maliciously at James. ”What the fuck was that for?” he asked in a low voice, eyeing him up and down. ”Sure as hell backfired on you though.” he added, teeth chattering.

Chandler walked back over to the boat to grab his shoes and phone, thanking his lucky stars that he’d taken them off beforehand. Making sure James wasn’t looking, he reached into the bucket and grabbed the fish. Chan held his shoes above his head so they wouldn’t get wet and then turned, threw the fish right at James, and began wading back to shore. ”There goes your lunch.” he snapped as he walked back, not bothering to turn around and look at the other.

Shivering, he slipped on his shoes once on shoreand headed back to the cabins, ignoring the looks of the rest of the dancers as he did so. Back at the cabin, he left his wet clothes on the floor and stomped into the bathroom for a shower. Thirty minutes later, and no he wasn’t trying to drown himself, he emerged. Changing into sweats and a sweatshirt, he headed over to Adrianna and Willow’s cabin since he knew James nor any other volleyballers wouldn’t bother him there.

Climbing into the bed closest to him, which he figured was Adri’s given all the clothes on it, he set an alarm to wake him around dinner time and then set his phone on the nightstand. And what Chan had hoped would be a quick fall asleep time turned into a very long fall asleep time. No matter how many of Adri’s clothes he piled on top of him or how he’d practically scalded himself in the shower, he couldn’t get warm. Odd, because he was sweating on the boat before being pushed.

Eventually, he managed to fall asleep, only stirring a few hours later when the girls entered the cabin. Thankfully, they whispered the whole time and didn’t wake him, exiting shortly after. But his sleep didn’t last long. Woken up by his phone an hour before his alarm was set to go off, Chandler glared at the device and begrudgingly picked it up, seeing the group chat was popping.

bailar conmigo
felix felicis
what’s for dinner​

dad
fuck if i know​

princess adri
i think we go to a dining hall​

every kiss begins with k(aden)
yeah it’s dining hall​

baby gabe
what’re we doing after?​

wind in the willow(s)
we have to go to some bonfire for “team bonding”​

felix felicis
i’m bringing the alcohol​

princess adri
ofc you are​

c.dub
team bonding bonfire? fantastic.​
i’ll need your alcohol felix​

Although, considering he was still cold and felt like shit, maybe Chandler shouldn’t drink. Whatever. Setting a new alarm, he locked his phone and was instantly asleep. This time though, he was woken to his alarm and groaned, knowing it was bonfire time. Great. Exactly what he wanted to do.

Chan exited the girls cabin and immediately wrapped his arms around himself, trying to keep warm and fight off the chill in the air. By the time he reached the fire, he was absolutely freezing. Making a beeline for the flames, Chan sat down right in front of them. He brought his knees to his chest, wrapped his arms around his shins and rested his head on his kneecaps, shutting his eyes. Vaguely, he could hear Adrianna, Felix and Kaden’s raised voices which meant they were probably tipsy already. Hugo was definitely FaceTiming his girlfriend a good distance away and who knew what Willow was up to. Just as he was thinking about Gabe, the youngest made his way over and sat down next to Chan.

“You good, Channie?” Gabe asked, slightly concerned about the leader’s pale appearance and by the fact that Chan wasn’t with Kaden and the others.

“Mmm,” Chan hummed in response, opening his eyes to look over at Gabe.

Gabe looked skeptical, but nodded. ”I saved you an apple and banana from dinner if you want it,” he offered, scooting closer to the older in order to offer as much body heat as possible.

Chan just smiled a tired smile. ”Thanks, Gigs.” was all he said, watching as the rest of the volleyball team finally arrived. Then the activities began. He didn’t pay attention to half of the instructions and didn’t bother listening to what games they were playing, too busy focused on trying to become one with the flames.

He knew it was some sort of introduction when he heard Kaden introduce himself and say where he was from but tuned out the rest. ”I’m Gabe, the youngest on the dance team and I’m from Los Angeles,” he heard Gabe say next to him, meaning it was his turn. Great.

”I’m Chandler, the leader of the dance team and I’m also from Los Angeles.” And then he reassumed his earlier huddled position, not looking away from the fire as the ice breakers turned into a game of truth or dare.

































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The lake was colder than what James imagined. Maybe it was because he never considered getting into the water to begin with. Luckily, the burning glare he immediately received when he got his head out of the water and eyes onto Chandler helped stop him from shivering. He couldn't stop him from smiling at the other's expense, completely disregarding how he was brought into the lake as well.
"You were getting heated, so I thought you needed to cool off."
The distant snickering from who he assumed to be Percy fueled him on.
"It was all worth it in the end."


He held his head up high when he climbed back on the boat. It didn't go as planned but it was still a win in his book, Chandler was sopping wet and the adrenaline seemed to stop James from really feeling the chills of the water.
"You have to admit,"
The drenched hair on his face was pushed back by his equally as wet hand.
"it was a little funny."


Instead of a chuckle, he got a fish to his face.

"There goes your lunch." The snickers turned to cackles. James didn't know to kill Chandler or Percy. Both was always an option.

But all plots of murder had to be put on the backburner when James had to row himself back to shore, alone, no fish, and a shit ton of equipment. By the time he returned everything to its original place, Conrad was around—assumingly done with his fishing trip, to shove a towel at him and give him a seething, "You promised." as apparently, shoving Chandler Wu off a boat to freeze was considered breaking his promise to the vice-captain. It was safe to say that he was not allowed to have any of the patties Conrad stored in the cooler for lunch or dinner.

Instead, he was banished to his cabin due to strict orders from his own second-in-command like a kid put into the corner. Only getting company after his hot shower when Albert came to visit with a sandwich. Even then the company didn't feel so great as his gentle giant of a team member tried to convince him to apologize to Chandler, his words feeling like underlying threats of Conrad serving his head like a volleyball if he didn't. It wasn't like he was scared of his vice or anything, but he did stay in his cabin up until he came to his cabin to take him to a bonfire for "team bonding".

"You know now that I think about it, one of the first things I mentioned in our promise was to not push him into the lake." Even as they walked in the slowly dimming forest, James could see the look. Never a good sign for him. "I'm expecting an apology from you."

"I'm not in primary school, Con, why do I have to—"


Smack.

He rubbed the back of his head before he grumbled,
"Fine. I'm sorry I didn't go through with the promise."
But as any little antic James does, he couldn't leave it at that and give Conrad the moment of sympathy.
"But you should at least be a little grateful that I pushed him in, you get white hairs just by him looking in your direction."


Smack.

The bonfire turned out to be closer than expected and provided enough light to have James' slow development of a concussion for a display to the public. The public being a very stoned-looking Ethan, Percy who was actively hitting a joint, Sam and Thomas too busy on their phones, a mortified Albert, the rest of Chandler's dance team, and of course Chandler himself. Glancing to look at Conrad, he witnessed the anger simmering back down to his normal, more pleasant self. And like the devil in disguise, he flashed James a smile of warning before sitting with the rest of the group. He wasn't as cold as he was when he fell into the lake, after that hot shower he was practically fine but nonetheless, he found himself sitting next to Samesh and his heavy metal bleeding out of his airpods.

"You sure made him shiver, captain." If he wasn't so close to Sam, he wouldn't of heard his low murmur. His eyes followed the cold, broody eyes of his teammate and arrived at an awfully pale looking Chandler. "Under all those layers he's wearing, I think he still is." Although his tone was neutral, the statement alone made James feel just a tinsy bit bad. How was he suppose to know that the prick was so sensitive to the cold?

Percy announcing the games and the need for introductions stopped any deeper thoughts onto the matter. As if being high as balls somehow made him a gentleman, he allowed the dance team to go first. In a way, it was nice to put names to the faces of the dance members he saw on a daily basis at the court and it made James realize that he really wouldn't have been able to name any of the members besides Chandler. A little embarrassing if not weird. But then again, he never wanted to give the dance team the time of day, so why would he bother learning their names?

Right?

To his own surprise, he picked up a couple things about the other members (trying to be on his best behavior to avoid another hit in the head does that to him) Kaden was the guy he saw talking to Chandler before they went out fishing, Adrianna was his dance partner from earlier, and Gabe seemed to be the other one from LA that Chandler mentioned. He wanted to disregard that fact that all this new information about the team revolved around their captain and focus more on his ability to listen through it all with Samesh's music still lingering in his ears. Even when the emo twerp introduced himself, he never once lowered it down—how he could hear himself think, James may never know the answer.

"I'm James, captain of the volleyball team and like Sam, I'm also from London."
After his introduction, it was a blur. Maybe it was a developing concussion, but the next thing James knew, the new icebreaker was a game of truth or dare. And with the proud looks from Ethan and Percy, it was clear who collaborated on the game.
"Are we at a slumber party? Do you really want to play truth or dare?"


The critical question was received with a roll of the eyes from Percy and a tongue sticking out towards him from Ethan before he snarked, "Yes. Stop being such a downer James, it's not cute." There was a glimmer of challenge in Ethan's eyes that stopped James from saying anything more. He knew in the Spongebob-esque, file cabinet designed brain within Ethan's mine, he was taking note of James' attitude and was filing it away for later use. And when he saw James hold off, he shifted directions to one of the dancers.

"Now Kaden, was it? Truth or dare?"

































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“Now. . . Kaden, was it? Truth or dare?”

That question alone caused Chandler to finally look away from the flames dancing in front of him and over to the volleyball player that asked Kaden the question. He probably should’ve paid attention to the introductions that took place so he’d at least know the names of everyone playing this game but honestly, he’d used up all of his energy to introduce himself. Even if he paid attention, the chances of him remembering anyone else’s name were slim to none so he’d just have to ask Gavin what the other’s names were later.

“Dare.”

And of course the drunken idiot would choose dare. If he could, Chan would’ve rolled his eyes a hundred times over but as it was, he could barely hold himself upright. If Kaden wanted dare, so be it. It was his head on the platter, not Chan's.

“I dare you to. . .” A pause was heard as if the darer was wildly looking around, searching for something for Kaden to do. “. . . climb a tree.” Well, could’ve been worse.

It didn’t register with him until Kaden was halfway into the tree that the VP could get seriously injured, especially climbing a tree while drunk. But the other seemed to be having the time of his life and Chan felt too sick and loopy to reprimand or do anything about it so he just let it play out. Thankfully, Kaden came back unscathed and just laughed as he sat back down, accepting whatever nasty alcoholic concoction Felix offered him from a water bottle.

”Channie, mi amor,” started Kaden, turning to look at Chan with a wicked grin on his face. ”Atreverse o atreverse?”

And Chandler was seriously reconsidering his earlier tree climbing concern for Kaden when he heard the question. Leave it to Kaden to make the leader embarrass himself. But considering how serious everyone seemed to be taking this game, he was left with no choice but to go through with it so just replied with a grunt of annoyance.

”Te reto a que me des un strip tease y un lap dance.”

Fucking great. If he refused, Kaden and everyone else would never let him live it down. So, after sighing loudly, he took off his sweatshirt and shakily got to his feet, staring daggers at the Spaniard. "Adrianna, music please," he requested without looking at her, knowing she never failed to bring a speaker with her wherever she went. When Take You Down started playing, he just groaned internally. Of course she chose this song.

He started dancing the moment the music started playing and in those first few seconds, the dancers quickly noticed that there was something wrong. They’d known Chan for years, knew his dancing style and absolute need for precision with every step, and to see him not really paying attention to what his body was doing was alarming to say the least. To anyone else, it looked like a normal dance but they knew this wasn’t Chan.

Yeah, Kaden wasn’t going to get much of a strip tease, that much was for sure. Sweatshirt already discarded before the dance began, he pulled his shirt up and flashed everyone a hint of abs before stripping it off, intent on dropping it where he stood. However, he was passing right by James to get to Kaden and couldn’t resist doing what he did with the fish earlier; throwing it as hard as he could at James. Much to his satisfaction, the shirt ended up in James’s face and Chan just grinned (or tried to) before continuing on his merry way.

He was a few feet away from Kaden when the chorus started, which was perfect since this was the part where he’d need to drop to the ground and drag himself/slide on his knees and could end up right in Kaden’s lap. Thankfully, it all went smoothly and he ended up with a knee on either side of the VP as he continued to dance, ignoring the wolf whistles around him. But now he had to stand up again, which wasn’t easy but he pushed through it somehow.

Kaden’s eyes widened and hands shot out to stop Chan when he recognized the signs of a dolphin dive, worried the leader was just going to fall right on his face and not get up. But he was too late. Luckily, Chan pulled it off without injury and then stood, walked over to grab his shirt from James and shuffled back over to where he was previously sitting. He plopped down ungracefully, put both his shirt and sweatshirt back on and curled into a ball once again as if nothing happened.

Then he realized it was now his turn to dare someone. And shit, maybe he should’ve tried to pay attention to names. Looking around to find someone to dare, his gaze narrowed in on a guy that was glaring daggers at his phone. Perfect. "Truth or dare?" he asked, uninterested.

”Truth.” came the equally uninterested reply.

Damn, now he actually had to think of something. ”Uh. . . what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?”

"Allow myself to be dragged onto this trip.” And that caught Chan’s attention because it was an entire mood. He wished he himself wasn't dragged on the trip either. If he wasn’t, then he wouldn’t have gotten sick and they could actually rehearse for the Paris competition on Thursday.

He tuned out the next players, barely listening as the guy he just dared dared Hugo to show him the spot he found cell service in, Hugo daring Adrianna to yodel, and Adrianna daring Willow to shut her phone off for the rest of the night (a dare that promptly received a loud “fuck you”). He appeared mildly interested when Willow asked the volleyball player sitting to her left what he was listening to and then raised a brow when the guy offered her one of his earbuds. Had he felt any better, he would’ve commented on it but one glance at Adri and Felix told him they were planning on giving Willow hell later.

Well, at least someone would.

As some volleyballers began truthing and daring one another, Chandler found it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open. He didn’t really want to fall asleep in the middle of a forced bonding activity, fearing he'd get yelled at by the school, but couldn’t exactly help it. Eventually conceding to his body’s desires, he leaned his head on Gavin’s shoulder and allowed his eyes to slip shut, the younger nudging him every few minutes to wake him up.

































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Truth or dare was the dumbest idea local dumb and dumber have ever come up with yet. Sure, there was the time they convinced him to skinny dip in the Thames after pubbing, or the time where they got him to try their interpretation of a prison burrito. But truth or dare with Elev8—no—with Chandler, was their stupidest idea by far.

James would admit to only be a little bit amused when he witnessed Chandler's team member—Kaden? Climb a tree to fulfill Ethan's dare. It wasn't the worst thing Ethan could have gotten him to do, but the volleyball player always had the tendency of not trying to overdo it with borderline strangers. And like the good sport he and the rest of the team were, James watched Ethan smile brightly at the climbing dance member while Percy's hyena laughter overpowered the metal bursting from Sam's airpods. At the end of the day, besides Sam and Thomas, his team were like energetic dogs. And dance member (Kane?) setting the tone by climbing up the tree with alcoholic gusto sent his team cheering from start to finish.

"Well done!" James didn't hide how he rolled his eyes at Ethan's praises. "Couldn't have done it better myself." He probably could have, but Ethan was charismatic like that.

And maybe it was James' lack of charisma and presence of attitude that was one of the many mistakes he had made today.

Call it James' sober paranoia or the constant feeling that the dance team was out to get him. Probably the developing concussion thanks to his own vice-captain. But he was certain that Kameron(?) saw his sour attitude and decided to get back at him. Though he couldn't really prove that because asking Chandler truth or dare (or at least what he assumed to be the case as James didn't pick up a lot of Spanish from his Spanish elective in secondary school) didn't mean anything to James. Or at least it shouldn't have, right? And if this really was a way to have a jab at him, how could Karter(?) have known that his leader was going to pick dare? Albeit from a grunt, James didn't think was a definitive answer until Kayson(?) replied to it,

"Te reto a que me des un strip tease y un lap dance."

Again, his Spanish elective didn't teach him jack shit and any similarities the language had with Tagalog didn't matter, James knew what a strip tease and a lap dance were. And immediately his eyes went to the person he's been actively avoiding to look at. There was a pause that could have been short but to James, it felt like an eternity. Gauging Chandler's expression and internally begging him to chicken out. Refuse and go back to freezing in his layers. But like how everything that had occurred today, the world wasn't giving James a break as the bane of his existence asked his dance member to play music.

It was like witnessing him dance for the captain earlier that day but so much worse. The music was just starting up, but from the way the prelude began it was as if James was sealed into a coffin, ready to be buried.

Instead of a coffin and dirt, he was buried in Chandler's shirt. Or at least his face was.
"I'm gonna kill him."
Were the words he muttered when he yanked the sweatshirt off him to hold tightly in his hands, sticking his tongue out in response to the other's shit-eating grin. He's going to be the death of me. Were the words that were left unspoken in his brain, making his heart race faster than ever when his thoughts caught up with his brain.

If the dance earlier made James red, he didn't want to know what color his face was now but the side eyes and quick smirk Sam gave him told him everything he needed to know. He hadn't even gotten to his team member's lap and James already released an involuntary gulp watching Chandler move his way. It was meant to be a steamy dance number, the wolf-whistling from the dance team and Percy's hollering reminded him that it was normal to react. But somehow, it was as if whatever James was feeling was only felt by him. The captivation of his body's movement kept his eyes on Chandler no matter how much he knew he looked like a duffus and the sense of burning in the pit of his core left James feeling ablaze.

He must be having a concussion.

Despite him shivering not too long ago, Chandler was on fire. Fueled on spite or simply something to prove, the confidence protruding from the dance team's leader could've gaslit James from thinking he pushed him into the lake in the first place. And when he got to his team member's lap, James could feel himself gripping onto the fucker's shirt tighter. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't.

Jealousy wasn't an uncommon feeling James possessed, it admittedly has plagued him on several occasions when he was an active dater. But why was he feeling jealous now? Was he seriously wishing to be the one Chandler Wu was dancing on? Percy and Ethan have always liked to joke about the thin line between hate and desire but this was ridiculous. James Egidius Pangan wanted nothing to do with Elev8's bratty team leader. Right? How could he be jealous of whatever that dance member's name is when he had nothing to be jealous of in the first place? If anything he should be glad that he wasn't involved in the dare than practically burning holes into the guy.

He didn't want to watch him dance and grind, and he didn't want to be the one he was dancing and grinding on. No matter how much his mind was racing on and on about it. God, what has gotten into him? There was no way in hell that he was on a retreat, only to discover that he may find Chandler to be attractive. Still an awful little brat. But attractive. Maybe it's not too late to blame it on a concussion.

A visible pressure was released from James when the show was finally over. The death grip he had on Chandler's shirt loosened and he practically shoved it at his bare chest when the leader came his way to retrieve it.
"Show off."
Is all he muttered before going back to ignoring the other's existence, trying to fixate on the campfire in the hopes that it would fade the red from his cheeks.

The blandness of the rest of the game helped him recover from the lapdance. Just another thing he wished to forget when this was all over. The only thing that really caught his attention was when Samesh decided to share an airpod with one of the dance team girls. A strangely kind act coming from their local brooding teenager, but all James could muster was a knowing smile at him before Sam nonchalantly flicked his captain on the arm and went back to making idle chatter with the dance member. He took a mental note to get Conrad to press him on the matter later.

"Gavin, truth or dare?" He didn't even know how it got to Conrad's turn—recalling how Albert was dared by Sam to get him a tree branch with his height, but he redirected his attention back to the game. Conrad has had the past of giving out cruel dares in past games the volleyball team did before, but with the way how the member perked up, almost a little scared, James knew Conrad would melt and go a mellow route. The moment the boy James assumed to be Gavin said truth, James suppressed a bored groan. "What's your favorite color?" Conrad had his mom-mode voice on, great.

Percy saw through it too and unlike James, didn't hesitate to stop the two's snore-fest with an overexaggerated yawn. "Geez, why do you have to be so boring Con? No offense but even my nan can do better than that."

"Maybe let him answer my question and you can take over if you're so interesting, it's getting late so end us off with a bang." The challenge from Conrad perked up Percy's ears. Not a good idea. And suddenly James wanted to find a bunker in the middle of the woods and hide. Percy on smoke was an atomic bomb no one wanted to be around when it went off. Especially James.

Gavin's favorite color turned out to be a shade of blue which got an excited "Me too." from Albert beside him. It was a little nice seeing everyone actually getting along, it almost made James forget about the master plan Percy was formulating until the big man himself coughed for attention.

"Alright for our grand finale," James already didn't like the eye contact the Welsh fuck was giving him. "beloved captain." He craved death. "Truth or dare?"

There was never a time in James' life he picked truth. Both he and Percy knew that. So in other words, James was fucked, and yet he still said dare with his gut. He tried not to scream into his hands when Percy's grin grew to double its size. "Well Jamesy-poo, this little game of truth or dare seems to be going along quite nicely. Al and Con are getting along with blue boy, grandad has made friends with their oldie, and even Sam is sharing. A lot of relationships are being made here."

"Just get on with my dare, you arse."
James said from the hand he slapped his face against.

"You really aren't cute when you're being a downer, cap." Percy tutted. "But fine, my dare for you is simple. Why don't you do us all a favor,"

"and give your alleged 'sworn enemy' a smooch?"

And suddenly James was back in cold water, face no longer buried in his hand but glaring at his teammate. The white noise of the rest of the two teams chatting quickly ceased, and even Sam lowered his music for him and the dance member to see how this would play out.
"What?"
The sheepish shrug Percy gave him as a response showed that there was no way he was changing his mind on the dare, and the amused faces of those around him also made it known that they didn't want the dare to change either.

After the dreaded silence, James looked at Chandler. He was asleep on one of his dancer's shoulders,
"Well I'm not going to be doing a Disney princess reenactment, dickhead. He's asleep."
Some of the dance team members gave Gavin a look and before he knew it, Chandler was being nudged awake. Shit.

"Morning princess, they're daring me to kiss you, you in?"

































STRAPPED



SUGR?










♡coded by uxie♡
 
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