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don’t want to be swamped with that right now, not when he’s walking so close beside me. With a hard swallow and a shake of my head, I abandon those thoughts.
Relief floods me when the three huts come into sight, just as a couple of raindrops land on my nose. I pick up my pace, skipping up the steps to the shelter of our porch. Julie is right by my side. She thanks the guys for taking us. I just mumble, “Good night,” and turn to walk inside.
“Chloe!” My hand is already on the doorknob when Justin’s tight voice makes me freeze. Warily, I pivot. Standing on the bottom step of our porch, he holds out his hand. “My hoodie.”
Oh, right. I pull it off my shoulders and toss it at him. His lips curled up in a small smile, he bites out, “Thank you.” Then he turns and walks off, his hair quickly getting wet in the falling rain.
“Night, girls,” Greyson says and hurries after him.
As Julie and I walk inside and she locks the door behind us, she cuts me an amused glance over her shoulder and teases, “Still not calling dibs on Justin?”
“No,” I snarl with a serious frown at her. Then I grab my pajama shorts and head into the bathroom.
Chapter 5
Justin
Greyson and I jog through the woods. The path is quickly soaking up the rain and turning into a mud fest. We’re both drenched and dripping when we reach the boys’ side of camp. Leaving our dirty shoes on the porch, we stumble into the cabin, and I hurry to get out of my wet tee.
“Boy, what a downpour,” my roomie says as I rub myself dry with a towel and put on a fresh T-shirt and sweats.
“Yeah, didn’t see that one coming.” Barefoot, I cross to the bathroom and brush my teeth.
“Hey, was it just my imagination, or did you shoot your own warning to hell tonight?” Greyson calls to me.
I look up and stare at my reflection in the mirror above the sink as I answer around the toothbrush in my mouth, “What do you mean?”
“Chloe.” When he pauses, I glance over my shoulder out the door. He’s standing in the middle of the cabin, questioning eyes on me. “You said I shouldn’t get involved, but then you kind of got up close and personal with her real fast.”
I roll my eyes, bend forward, and spit into the sink before I rinse my mouth. Wiping my face, I speak into the soft terrycloth. “I didn’t get personal with her.”
When Greyson comes into the bathroom to brush his teeth too, I leave and sit down on the edge of my bed. Clasping the towel as I lean forward, bracing my elbows on my thighs, I turn my head. “We were having an argument when you and Julie came back.”
Standing in the doorway, squeezing some toothpaste onto his yellow toothbrush, he locks gazes with me. “An argument?”
“Yes. An intense one.” I smirk, because I know how that must sound. Grey laughs about it as he disappears into the bathroom again, but the truth is, a lot would have to happen before I’d lay a finger on Chloe Summers. From what I saw today, she’s still the same arrogant little bitch she was in high school. Putting herself first, no matter what.
Of course, blackmailing her was quite shitty of me. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. But I do have to file a report about her at the end of July, and if she wants me to go easy on her in my write-up, she has to show a little willingness to work first. Let’s see what I can get out of her this summer.
I toss the towel on the chair by the desk. It’s almost two o’clock in the morning. Tomorrow will be a tough day, sorting the kids into group activities and keeping them entertained. With the alarm on my watch set for six thirty in the morning, I slip into bed and wait for Greyson to turn off the light when he comes out of the bathroom.
Five minutes into darkness, the sounds of my roommate tossing and turning in his bed still fill the cabin. “You all right, man?” I ask.
“Yeah.” From the sound of it, he really isn’t. He punches his pillow into place for the sixteenth or
Relief floods me when the three huts come into sight, just as a couple of raindrops land on my nose. I pick up my pace, skipping up the steps to the shelter of our porch. Julie is right by my side. She thanks the guys for taking us. I just mumble, “Good night,” and turn to walk inside.
“Chloe!” My hand is already on the doorknob when Justin’s tight voice makes me freeze. Warily, I pivot. Standing on the bottom step of our porch, he holds out his hand. “My hoodie.”
Oh, right. I pull it off my shoulders and toss it at him. His lips curled up in a small smile, he bites out, “Thank you.” Then he turns and walks off, his hair quickly getting wet in the falling rain.
“Night, girls,” Greyson says and hurries after him.
As Julie and I walk inside and she locks the door behind us, she cuts me an amused glance over her shoulder and teases, “Still not calling dibs on Justin?”
“No,” I snarl with a serious frown at her. Then I grab my pajama shorts and head into the bathroom.
Chapter 5
Justin
Greyson and I jog through the woods. The path is quickly soaking up the rain and turning into a mud fest. We’re both drenched and dripping when we reach the boys’ side of camp. Leaving our dirty shoes on the porch, we stumble into the cabin, and I hurry to get out of my wet tee.
“Boy, what a downpour,” my roomie says as I rub myself dry with a towel and put on a fresh T-shirt and sweats.
“Yeah, didn’t see that one coming.” Barefoot, I cross to the bathroom and brush my teeth.
“Hey, was it just my imagination, or did you shoot your own warning to hell tonight?” Greyson calls to me.
I look up and stare at my reflection in the mirror above the sink as I answer around the toothbrush in my mouth, “What do you mean?”
“Chloe.” When he pauses, I glance over my shoulder out the door. He’s standing in the middle of the cabin, questioning eyes on me. “You said I shouldn’t get involved, but then you kind of got up close and personal with her real fast.”
I roll my eyes, bend forward, and spit into the sink before I rinse my mouth. Wiping my face, I speak into the soft terrycloth. “I didn’t get personal with her.”
When Greyson comes into the bathroom to brush his teeth too, I leave and sit down on the edge of my bed. Clasping the towel as I lean forward, bracing my elbows on my thighs, I turn my head. “We were having an argument when you and Julie came back.”
Standing in the doorway, squeezing some toothpaste onto his yellow toothbrush, he locks gazes with me. “An argument?”
“Yes. An intense one.” I smirk, because I know how that must sound. Grey laughs about it as he disappears into the bathroom again, but the truth is, a lot would have to happen before I’d lay a finger on Chloe Summers. From what I saw today, she’s still the same arrogant little bitch she was in high school. Putting herself first, no matter what.
Of course, blackmailing her was quite shitty of me. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. But I do have to file a report about her at the end of July, and if she wants me to go easy on her in my write-up, she has to show a little willingness to work first. Let’s see what I can get out of her this summer.
I toss the towel on the chair by the desk. It’s almost two o’clock in the morning. Tomorrow will be a tough day, sorting the kids into group activities and keeping them entertained. With the alarm on my watch set for six thirty in the morning, I slip into bed and wait for Greyson to turn off the light when he comes out of the bathroom.
Five minutes into darkness, the sounds of my roommate tossing and turning in his bed still fill the cabin. “You all right, man?” I ask.
“Yeah.” From the sound of it, he really isn’t. He punches his pillow into place for the sixteenth or
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