She watches his eyes sweep over her body and rolls her eyes. “You sick mother fucker,” she tells him before shoving him back into a tree where she embeds the arrow next to his head. “Next time, it’ll be closer….and lower. Get the picture?” She pushes off, using his chest like a springboard. “Be careful now. You would hate for anybody in this camp to see you get your ass kicked by a girl,” she laughed. “I’ll make you cry rich boy. Tell me. Did your daddy buy your clothes? Did your mommy pick them out? Did she help you pack your overpriced, trendy bags for camp?” Kaige was mocking him. It was something she did well. ‘First TC and his hippy ways. Now this guy, and I’m pretty sure he’s a prep,’ she thought. “Preppy, upperclass, stuck up bastard. Don’t cross my path again. That’s the only warning you’ll get.” She reaches next to his head and pulls her arrow her arrow out tilting her head. “You’re not worth wasting this on.” Kaige wastes no more time on him turning to leave.