"Where are Boyd and Kyle?" I asked when we walk outside and I still haven't seen them.

It's still dark outside which makes me frown slightly. Turns out I didn't sleep as long as I thought I did.

 "We're sending all of you in at different times so the workers at the camp aren't stressing out when we drop off six kids all at once." He said as he opened the back door of his squad car. 

 "I seriously have to sit in the back?" I ask in a very annoyed tone.

 "I'm already breaking enough rules by not cuffing you. It would be best if you just sat in the back." He says with a grim look on his face so I get in the back even though I don't want to.

"What do you want for breakfast?" He asked a few minutes of us being silent on the main road. 

"I don't normally eat breakfast." I answer as I lean my head against the window of the car. There usually wasn't enough food to go around to have three meals a day like a normal person would.

 "That's not what I asked. What do you want for breakfast?" I couldn't help but feel kind of bad for Patrick. He was spending his own money on me and I couldn't even pay him back after he dropped me off.

 "Where ever you want is fine with me." Patrick sighs deeply before pulling into a McDonalds and going in through the drive through.

"Any idea what you want?" 

 "Anything you want to get me." I say since I'm not that picky and have never been here before.

 My dad was never a big fan of eating out since he said it cost too much but then he would go blow his money on random shit like a car that he didn't need when we still needed to pay rent. 

Patrick ordered something at random and drove up the first window where he gave a lady his credit card.

 At the second window he talked to the woman who was supposed to be handing us our food but I didn't comment. 

"Who is this?" The woman asked as she pointed at me with a smile on her face.

 "That's Jax, we're on our way to Camp New Life and thought we'd stop for breakfast first." Patrick said with his signature smile.

 "Well he sure is a cutie." The woman said as she passed Patrick a bag filled with food, a hot coffee, and a plastic cup with a lid. "Good luck at camp kid." She said with a smile. I ignore her as I scowl out the windshield. 

"I can't stand that girl." Patrick said as he pulled into a parking lot. 

 "Then why were you nice to her?"

 "There's no need to be mean to someone just because you don't like them," he explains as he takes down the metal grate the separates the front seat from the back before handing the whole bag to me, only keeping a black coffee for himself.

"You aren't going to eat?" I ask him as he pulls out of the parking lot and back on the road.

"No," he said with a small smile. "I eat breakfast with my wife every morning. She's actually the one who started the camp."

 "Did she also name it?"

 "Yea she did."

 "I wouldn't let her name your kids then. She's not that good with names." My sentence was rude but my tone was light. Patrick laughed at my poor attempt of a joke.

 "I've begged her to change the name for years, she just won't do it."

We fall into a comfortable silence after that leaving me with time to eat my breakfast and him to drink his coffee. 

I was only able to eat about half of the ham and cheese biscuit Patrick, which made me frown since I'm going to be wasting it now. I tried to tell him I wasn't hungry though. Hopefully he wouldn't be too mad. 

 "You know, you can actually drop me off right here," I begin, catching Patrick's attention. "I'm sure I can make it just fine on my own. You don't have to worry about me." Patrick only smiles and rolls his eyes at my suggestion.

"My wife would have my head on a stick if I did that. She's been excited to meet you ever since I told her about you last night."

 "You told her about me?"

 "Only the good things." I highly doubted that. She had to know why I was going here, right?

"Well I'm afraid there aren't that many good things to say about Jaxon Young." I say with a frown as I lean my head against the window as I stare out of it. The sun is finally coming up over the horizon. 

Patrick goes to open his mouth, probably to disagree with me, but I caught him off.

 "How much longer until we get there?"

 "About an hour or so," he answers with a small frown but I ignore it as I continue staring out the window.

If I were home right now I would be trying to loosen up my sore muscles before I had to go hype myself up for a cold shower since my dad claimed the hot water heater was broken even though he takes hot showers all the time.

 As time ticked by I felt myself getting more and more anxious. My heart was beating fast and my hands were beginning to sweat while my knee bounced up and down. 

When we turned down a long gravel driveway something inside me broke and I felt my cold walls build back up within seconds. A scowl was put on my face and a badass attitude welled up in my head. 

We passed through a security gate after a few minutes on the driveway. Patrick stopped for a few minutes to talk to the man at the gate but I didn't pay them that much attention. All I know is the gate man seemed unnerved at my attitude, which is what I wanted.

 Patrick looked uneasy by my sudden change but didn't comment as he threw the car in park when we reached the end of the driveway.

 "Welcome home."