prick. Good riddance , I say.”
“Yeah, well.” I sigh. “Mom and Dad have a very different idea about Jeff than you.” So did I, for that matter.
“You’re twenty-one, Jody. Who cares? You don’t get forever at twenty-one.” And then it almost looks like she’s bitten her tongue. That’s a new one for her.
Kay-Kay doesn’t get the Jeff situation. Not that I’d want her parents, but mine expect a lot. So much. They hate that I’m still teaching at the camp, and next year’s my last year of college, so this is probably the last summer here for me. I can’t imagine not coming back next summer, not being part of these girls’ lives.
I glance back at her. “Don’t you own a bra?”
She shrugs. “It’s hot.”
“I have two nipples that stare at me every morning in that stupid mirror someone put just outside our shower stalls. I really don’t need yours, too.” At least I know there’s almost no way to offend her. I should also know that she’ll either tell me to eff off or change the subject.
“I know! Who the hell decided that’s where the mirrors need to be? ” She sighs. “You’re the oldest counselor this year.” She leans casually against me. “Can you handle it?”
Subject change. I scoff. “Of course I can.”
“Of course you can.” She grins too wide, and I know, I just know she’s going to be up to no good. She wouldn’t be Kay-Kay if she wasn’t. But I really don’t want to be counselor to my counselors. Though, it would probably do me good to remember these girls are more my friends than co-workers, and like Jeff reminded me way too often, I should “loosen up a little”.
I wipe the beads of sweat off my forehead. Day one. Hot. And I’ve already gone through two outfits. For me, that’s a sign it’s going to be a great summer.
Also, Jeff’s finally paddling away with five canoes in tow. That helps, too.
“Little Minnow tonight. I know you don’t want to miss out.” She starts to walk away.
Of course I want to miss out. Right now I want to be pathetic and hide inside my cabin. Immerse all of me in camp and forget my outside life exists. But since I hate that I’m feeling that way, I’ll definitely be at the bar.
Sam and Kay-Kay have a beer within a minute of when we step inside, but I have to scope out the room first. See who’s here. Breathe in the familiar smell of stale beer, and worn-out old wooden building. The problem with bein g the oldest of the counselors is that Sam and Kay-Kay are my only two friends left.
And they’re awesome girls, and probably really good for me in some warped way, but those two don’t let anything go.
Jeff’s in the corner , talking to some very young looking blonde who’s half on his lap, and my stomach tightens up. I’m so glad I didn’t eat before coming. I stare for a moment too long and his eyes catch mine. Instead of looking away, or pretending he didn’t see like any actually nice guy would do, he gives me another frowning, apologetic smile that immediately turns me into an angry, ex-girlfriend.
I’m smarter than to give him the satisfaction of affecting me, so I smile slightly back and let my eyes wander away. If I was a drinking girl, tonight would definitely be a night to get hammered.
How can he be so cavalier about two years? Our moms had practically planned our whole wedding. And was it Jeff’s fault that he broke up with me?
Of course not.
The first words out of Mom’s mouth were, “What did you do? He’s such a perfect young man.”
“Whoa.” Kay-Kay grabs both my shoulders, forcing her face into my line of sight. “Chill. You can kill someone later. Like tomorrow. We start archery right away. Picture his face in the target, but please let’s not start the drama our first night here. I need you to drive me home.”
Her breath already smells like beer, but the girl is the perfect distraction. What she doesn’t realize is that I still sort of hurt too much to be angry. Or maybe
“Yeah, well.” I sigh. “Mom and Dad have a very different idea about Jeff than you.” So did I, for that matter.
“You’re twenty-one, Jody. Who cares? You don’t get forever at twenty-one.” And then it almost looks like she’s bitten her tongue. That’s a new one for her.
Kay-Kay doesn’t get the Jeff situation. Not that I’d want her parents, but mine expect a lot. So much. They hate that I’m still teaching at the camp, and next year’s my last year of college, so this is probably the last summer here for me. I can’t imagine not coming back next summer, not being part of these girls’ lives.
I glance back at her. “Don’t you own a bra?”
She shrugs. “It’s hot.”
“I have two nipples that stare at me every morning in that stupid mirror someone put just outside our shower stalls. I really don’t need yours, too.” At least I know there’s almost no way to offend her. I should also know that she’ll either tell me to eff off or change the subject.
“I know! Who the hell decided that’s where the mirrors need to be? ” She sighs. “You’re the oldest counselor this year.” She leans casually against me. “Can you handle it?”
Subject change. I scoff. “Of course I can.”
“Of course you can.” She grins too wide, and I know, I just know she’s going to be up to no good. She wouldn’t be Kay-Kay if she wasn’t. But I really don’t want to be counselor to my counselors. Though, it would probably do me good to remember these girls are more my friends than co-workers, and like Jeff reminded me way too often, I should “loosen up a little”.
I wipe the beads of sweat off my forehead. Day one. Hot. And I’ve already gone through two outfits. For me, that’s a sign it’s going to be a great summer.
Also, Jeff’s finally paddling away with five canoes in tow. That helps, too.
“Little Minnow tonight. I know you don’t want to miss out.” She starts to walk away.
Of course I want to miss out. Right now I want to be pathetic and hide inside my cabin. Immerse all of me in camp and forget my outside life exists. But since I hate that I’m feeling that way, I’ll definitely be at the bar.
Sam and Kay-Kay have a beer within a minute of when we step inside, but I have to scope out the room first. See who’s here. Breathe in the familiar smell of stale beer, and worn-out old wooden building. The problem with bein g the oldest of the counselors is that Sam and Kay-Kay are my only two friends left.
And they’re awesome girls, and probably really good for me in some warped way, but those two don’t let anything go.
Jeff’s in the corner , talking to some very young looking blonde who’s half on his lap, and my stomach tightens up. I’m so glad I didn’t eat before coming. I stare for a moment too long and his eyes catch mine. Instead of looking away, or pretending he didn’t see like any actually nice guy would do, he gives me another frowning, apologetic smile that immediately turns me into an angry, ex-girlfriend.
I’m smarter than to give him the satisfaction of affecting me, so I smile slightly back and let my eyes wander away. If I was a drinking girl, tonight would definitely be a night to get hammered.
How can he be so cavalier about two years? Our moms had practically planned our whole wedding. And was it Jeff’s fault that he broke up with me?
Of course not.
The first words out of Mom’s mouth were, “What did you do? He’s such a perfect young man.”
“Whoa.” Kay-Kay grabs both my shoulders, forcing her face into my line of sight. “Chill. You can kill someone later. Like tomorrow. We start archery right away. Picture his face in the target, but please let’s not start the drama our first night here. I need you to drive me home.”
Her breath already smells like beer, but the girl is the perfect distraction. What she doesn’t realize is that I still sort of hurt too much to be angry. Or maybe
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