Robbie wanted to say something else, to try to rescue the situation, but it was spiraling away too fast. CC....No, Callie, clearly now, was already storming off again and this time he didn't follow. It was enough. Too much. He sighed, feeling the air leave him and his confidence, built up over the years he'd been away from Cherryville, evaporate with it. Robbie had never been the most confident guy before and, now, he felt alone. Utterly alone.<br/><br/>He wandered back to his cabin, vaguely greeting his new roommates. Atti wasn't amongst them, it seemed, and he didn't know if that was a relief or a pain. Instead he went running. He ran and ran. Through the forest, along the trail, trying to clear his head. Trying to leave everything behind. God he was stupid to come back. He should have stayed in Kentucky. Why had he written all those letters? Turned down the couple of girls interested in him? Held onto a vision of CC that wasn't even real? He ran faster, tears stinging his eyes, feet pounding the rough track.<br/><br/>Suddenly he was at the pier. He stopped, panting with effort, hands on his knees. This was where they would come, swimming, enjoying themselves. Robbie was struck by the sudden urge to swim. To have time off from everything else and slip into the cool water. He tugged his way out of his tracksuit, leaving him in just his boxers, and then he sprinted along the wooden pier. He saw the towel and the other belongings as a blur as he passed, his head twisting comically around to stare at them even as he launched into a dive. Instead of a graceful arc he splashed, limbs waving, into the water. Surfacing, wiping his hair out of his eyes, he was struck by the sight of a startled Callie, head bobbing above the surface, looking back at him. "CC!" he blurted, feeling eight all over again, unable to stick to her real name even though she'd told him.