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follows a few seconds later, sitting down again with a Fanta in his hand. I stare at the yellow-and-orange can, getting swept away into the depths of my past.
Kneeling in the grass, I wipe the sticky liquid from my face. “You did that on purpose!”
His eyes are dark, intense, and fixed on mine. “Absolutely.” Then he smirks and wipes his wet mouth with the back of his hand, before taking another sip of his Fanta.
I shake the memory away. Justin was right earlier. Obviously, some things never change.
After the escapade with him in the kitchen, it’s quite nice to be in the company of others again. And in spite of initially intending to have only one drink and slink off, I’m surprised to find myself still sitting at the table in the dining hall after midnight, listening to Julie explain an altered version of Capture the Flag , which she wants to introduce to the kids tomorrow.
“So there’re the usual two flags, one for the boys and one for the girls. Except, both groups have to protect them for the entire five weeks. The one group that can steal the flag of the other and hold it until the end of camp are the winners.”
Even though I’m absolutely not into camp games, I find this particular idea kind of intriguing. Maybe it’s the sportsmanship in me piping up—who knows—but when she says we need two flags in different colors, I suggest stealing two dish towels to construct them.
“That’s a good idea,” Justin says approvingly and then has Greyson run outside and find two foot-long sticks. In the meantime, he saunters to the kitchen and comes back with two towels. One is checkered blue-and-white, the other yellow-and-white. “Blue for the boys?” he asks and holds one up.
We tie them each to a stick and—voila—there are two perfect flags for the kids.
Julie is swinging ours cheerfully as we walk back to the girls’ campsite accompanied by Justin and Greyson because it’s late and dark and we have to go through the woods. The earlier breeze has grown into strong gusts of wind by now. Looking up at the starless sky, I think it might start to rain in just a few minutes. We better hurry.
“Are you cold?” Greyson asks me when I keep rubbing my upper arms to warm them. “I’m sure Justin can lend you his jacket for the walk back.”
“There’s no need,” I tell him politely but scowl at Justin at the same time to stop any stupid ideas. From his stern look, he wasn’t thinking about it anyway.
At the next cold slap from the wind, I do start to envy Julie and Justin for bringing jackets, however. Greyson seems to be just fine in his T-shirt.
My chin dipped low to watch the path in the dark, I hear the boys whispering behind me and get a bad feeling.
“What?” Justin snaps at Greyson under his breath, but not low enough for Julie and me not to hear.
“She’s cold,” hisses Greyson.
Then a few illegible words are whispered, and finally Justin snorts. “All right, I get it, Grey,” he growls and comes forward to flank me. I don’t look up, but a second later, a warm hoodie is draped around my shoulders. Wearing Justin’s clothes is the last thing I want tonight, so I shrug, irritated. He only grabs my shoulders tight and holds the damn hoodie in place. “If you drop it,” he drawls a warning in my ear, “I’ll throw you over my shoulder, carry you to the frog pond, and dump you in the water.”
My gaze snaps to him in shock. His tilted eyebrows say that he means it. Fuming inwardly, I seal my lips and keep walking but angle away from him. He’s such an idiot, and someone should slap Greyson for getting me in this awkward situation in the first place.
But the annoying shivers from the cold wind stop when the warmth of the worn hoodie encloses me, and suddenly I can’t be mad at either of them anymore. Gripping the sides, I wrap it tighter around me. A soft smell creeps up my nostrils. It fills my head with images of Justin pressing me against the wall in our cabin. I
Kneeling in the grass, I wipe the sticky liquid from my face. “You did that on purpose!”
His eyes are dark, intense, and fixed on mine. “Absolutely.” Then he smirks and wipes his wet mouth with the back of his hand, before taking another sip of his Fanta.
I shake the memory away. Justin was right earlier. Obviously, some things never change.
After the escapade with him in the kitchen, it’s quite nice to be in the company of others again. And in spite of initially intending to have only one drink and slink off, I’m surprised to find myself still sitting at the table in the dining hall after midnight, listening to Julie explain an altered version of Capture the Flag , which she wants to introduce to the kids tomorrow.
“So there’re the usual two flags, one for the boys and one for the girls. Except, both groups have to protect them for the entire five weeks. The one group that can steal the flag of the other and hold it until the end of camp are the winners.”
Even though I’m absolutely not into camp games, I find this particular idea kind of intriguing. Maybe it’s the sportsmanship in me piping up—who knows—but when she says we need two flags in different colors, I suggest stealing two dish towels to construct them.
“That’s a good idea,” Justin says approvingly and then has Greyson run outside and find two foot-long sticks. In the meantime, he saunters to the kitchen and comes back with two towels. One is checkered blue-and-white, the other yellow-and-white. “Blue for the boys?” he asks and holds one up.
We tie them each to a stick and—voila—there are two perfect flags for the kids.
Julie is swinging ours cheerfully as we walk back to the girls’ campsite accompanied by Justin and Greyson because it’s late and dark and we have to go through the woods. The earlier breeze has grown into strong gusts of wind by now. Looking up at the starless sky, I think it might start to rain in just a few minutes. We better hurry.
“Are you cold?” Greyson asks me when I keep rubbing my upper arms to warm them. “I’m sure Justin can lend you his jacket for the walk back.”
“There’s no need,” I tell him politely but scowl at Justin at the same time to stop any stupid ideas. From his stern look, he wasn’t thinking about it anyway.
At the next cold slap from the wind, I do start to envy Julie and Justin for bringing jackets, however. Greyson seems to be just fine in his T-shirt.
My chin dipped low to watch the path in the dark, I hear the boys whispering behind me and get a bad feeling.
“What?” Justin snaps at Greyson under his breath, but not low enough for Julie and me not to hear.
“She’s cold,” hisses Greyson.
Then a few illegible words are whispered, and finally Justin snorts. “All right, I get it, Grey,” he growls and comes forward to flank me. I don’t look up, but a second later, a warm hoodie is draped around my shoulders. Wearing Justin’s clothes is the last thing I want tonight, so I shrug, irritated. He only grabs my shoulders tight and holds the damn hoodie in place. “If you drop it,” he drawls a warning in my ear, “I’ll throw you over my shoulder, carry you to the frog pond, and dump you in the water.”
My gaze snaps to him in shock. His tilted eyebrows say that he means it. Fuming inwardly, I seal my lips and keep walking but angle away from him. He’s such an idiot, and someone should slap Greyson for getting me in this awkward situation in the first place.
But the annoying shivers from the cold wind stop when the warmth of the worn hoodie encloses me, and suddenly I can’t be mad at either of them anymore. Gripping the sides, I wrap it tighter around me. A soft smell creeps up my nostrils. It fills my head with images of Justin pressing me against the wall in our cabin. I
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