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definitely a good-looking guy. It was our first kiss, but probably our last.
    Dear Diary,
    Yes, Virginia, there is a Kissing Clause…
    I didn’t stop writing until I had filled eight pages’ worth. Eight pages! I usually took a whole weekend to squeeze out a four-page book report, and even then it was doubled spaced. Maybe that pamphlet knew what it was talking about.
    I put the diary away, punched my pillow a few times, and lay down. Devin was long gone from my mind, but I stared up at the ceiling remembering Kirk’s comment. “Not his type,” I mumbled. “Like I care.”

NINE

    I was told to expect a bugle call at approximately eight o’clock each morning, but I was already awake when the song blasted out of the huge speakers, high atop several telephone poles throughout the camp.
    I had spent the last two hours lying in my bed, reliving Devin’s good-night kiss. Maybe it hadn’t been that bad. I re-read the diary. Nope, every word was still true. But he was so nice and so cute, and the only thing I liked about this summer job.
    I decided a second chance was in order—at the very least to test Chloe’s theory. Besides, I thought as I slipped out of bed and pulled on a T-shirt and shorts, it was a distraction from the usual punch in the gut that had been happening every morning.
    I opened my bedroom door and was hit with a wall of stink. Not the medicinal remnants of peroxide or antibiotic creams. It was far worse.
    I pinched my nose with my fingers. It was too dark with the blinds closed to see what the terrible smell was.
    â€œEveryone wake up!” I tripped on a sneaker and stumbled to the front door. A welcome breeze came in and I gulped it down.
    â€œGuys, get out of bed,” I said, raising the blinds. Sunlight filled the room. Bundles of clothes lay in heaps all over the floor. Each bunk bed had an arm or leg sticking out. Every mouth was open, either drooling or snoring.
    It wasn’t a dead animal. It wasn’t leftover medical supplies. It was them. It was boy stink. And in the tiny room, the concentration was enough to singe my nose hairs. As the five of us entered the main hall for breakfast, I couldn’t shake the feeling the stench had followed us, clinging like a tenacious dust bunny. I headed for the food lineup.
    â€œHey, J.J.” Devin tapped my shoulder. He looked like he’d stepped out a surfing movie. Already in his swimming trunks, and a tight shirt that showed off a pair of biceps girls would line up to rub sunscreen over.
    And what movie did I step out of?
    I was wearing a wrinkled T-shirt and my tangled hair was stuck back in a ponytail. Chloe would be mortified.
    I smiled at Devin, praying there wasn’t anything stuck in my teeth. One night and I’m already a slob like the boys.
    â€œDo you want to meet up today?” he asked.
    Translation: Do you want to kiss again? I wasn’t sure how to answer, but I knew I didn’t want to talk about it in the middle of breakfast. I swallowed, trying to push down the memory of his tongue probing my throat. “I’ll be checking emails in the counsellors’ lounge later,” I said. “We can meet there, if you want?”
    He glanced around the room, then back to me. “I don’t think so,” he frowned. “I’ll be pretty busy today with kayak lessons. But my night should be free.”
    â€œOh.”
    â€œBesides,” he said, leaning in closer. “I prefer kissing you under the stars.” A few kids looked up from their breakfast.
    I stepped back, worried Devin might lay a big wet one on me while everyone watched over their scrambled eggs. “So…I’ll talk to you later? Okay?” I ducked away and made a beeline for the food.
    Staring down at my plate of bacon and toast, I listened to the boys snicker about the size of the boobs two tables over.
    â€œWould you please save it for the cabin?” I asked.
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