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kids, no, not all the time, but Mr. Beckett wants everyone there on the first day and Fridays; that’s when he makes announcements and stuff.”
“And what about the camp shirt, do we have to wear those?”
“Only mandatory for the special electives counselors on field day.”
We finished lining and pouring and Tori popped the tins in the oven, then we went off to morning rally.
The multipurpose room was writhing with kids. I spiedBryan. He was slightly apart from his group, glancing at a clipboard and then the kids around him, holding his index finger in the air, like he was doing a head count. He looked so much more serious than on our walk to Tori’s room.
I couldn’t believe he was the same guy from the other night at the beach who almost ran me over. Maybe that was exaggerating—the car did sort of swerve out of my way—but the guy hanging out. Ugh . Boys. The apology was welcome. I was so relieved he didn’t press me further about the night, like why I’d been bawling my eyes out, and I hoped I hadn’t overstepped by asking him about how he was hurt. At the fish fry the year before, there hadn’t been any mention of how it happened exactly, just the pictures and talk of his progress. When I saw him in the wheelchair at drop-off, it jogged the memory of where I’d seen him before. He seemed like an upbeat, laid-back guy for having had such a shitty thing happen to him. And he was seeing someone.
Good for him.
“Cassideeeeeee!” Hunter yelled, and waved wildly. I waved back as he tugged on the shirt of the tall boy standing next to him, a counselor I hadn’t met. The dude with the dark-blond man bun. His eyes followed the reach of Hunter’s outstretched arm until they landed on Tori and me. Tori lifted her hand in greeting. He trotted toward us. Tori fidgeted, her mouth twitching into a barely there smile, as if she didn’t want to seem happy but couldn’t help it. It wasn’t hard to see why.
Man-bun dude was hot and he knew it, but not in a cocky way, just the way he carried himself, broad shoulders back, chin lifted. Everything about him said, “Hey, world, I’m here, enjoy me.” He even made the ridiculous camp polo look good.
“Hey, I’m Wade,” he said, holding his hand out to me.
Firm, confident grip. Charming green eyes. Must. Stay. Away . That and the way the hint of a smile disappeared from Tori’s face when Wade introduced himself to me. She had a thing . Subtle, but it was there. Wonder if he realized? Lots of girls probably had a thing for Wade. I would not be one of them, no matter how tempting. New hobbies .
“Hunter’s told us all about you.”
“That kind of scares me,” I said.
“Nah, nothing too bad. Don’t let this one boss you around.” His eyes went to Tori.
“Funny,” she said, in a way that let him know it was not funny at all.
“C’mon, Tori, first day of camp, help me make a good impression on the new girl.” He jabbed the air in front of her, bouncing from one foot to the other.
Tori rolled her eyes, but she smiled. “Would you just grow—”
The lights in the multipurpose room flickered off and on, and loud, thrumming bass spilled out through the sound system. Wade and Tori stopped their exchange and we turnedtoward the front of the room. Someone had started the kids clapping along with the music. I folded my arms across my chest. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any cornier, a six-foot manatee entered the room.
A six-foot manatee wearing a beanie copter hat.
A six-foot manatee shuffled in, that was actually the best word. It waved and bopped along to the music. Mr. Beckett held up one of its fins as they danced their way to the middle of the floor.
“Did you know about this?” Tori shouted at Wade. He shrugged and clapped along, straight-toothed grin lighting up his face as he walked back over to Bryan and his group. He was one of those guys who could make anything look cool, like we were the weird ones for not wanting to
“And what about the camp shirt, do we have to wear those?”
“Only mandatory for the special electives counselors on field day.”
We finished lining and pouring and Tori popped the tins in the oven, then we went off to morning rally.
The multipurpose room was writhing with kids. I spiedBryan. He was slightly apart from his group, glancing at a clipboard and then the kids around him, holding his index finger in the air, like he was doing a head count. He looked so much more serious than on our walk to Tori’s room.
I couldn’t believe he was the same guy from the other night at the beach who almost ran me over. Maybe that was exaggerating—the car did sort of swerve out of my way—but the guy hanging out. Ugh . Boys. The apology was welcome. I was so relieved he didn’t press me further about the night, like why I’d been bawling my eyes out, and I hoped I hadn’t overstepped by asking him about how he was hurt. At the fish fry the year before, there hadn’t been any mention of how it happened exactly, just the pictures and talk of his progress. When I saw him in the wheelchair at drop-off, it jogged the memory of where I’d seen him before. He seemed like an upbeat, laid-back guy for having had such a shitty thing happen to him. And he was seeing someone.
Good for him.
“Cassideeeeeee!” Hunter yelled, and waved wildly. I waved back as he tugged on the shirt of the tall boy standing next to him, a counselor I hadn’t met. The dude with the dark-blond man bun. His eyes followed the reach of Hunter’s outstretched arm until they landed on Tori and me. Tori lifted her hand in greeting. He trotted toward us. Tori fidgeted, her mouth twitching into a barely there smile, as if she didn’t want to seem happy but couldn’t help it. It wasn’t hard to see why.
Man-bun dude was hot and he knew it, but not in a cocky way, just the way he carried himself, broad shoulders back, chin lifted. Everything about him said, “Hey, world, I’m here, enjoy me.” He even made the ridiculous camp polo look good.
“Hey, I’m Wade,” he said, holding his hand out to me.
Firm, confident grip. Charming green eyes. Must. Stay. Away . That and the way the hint of a smile disappeared from Tori’s face when Wade introduced himself to me. She had a thing . Subtle, but it was there. Wonder if he realized? Lots of girls probably had a thing for Wade. I would not be one of them, no matter how tempting. New hobbies .
“Hunter’s told us all about you.”
“That kind of scares me,” I said.
“Nah, nothing too bad. Don’t let this one boss you around.” His eyes went to Tori.
“Funny,” she said, in a way that let him know it was not funny at all.
“C’mon, Tori, first day of camp, help me make a good impression on the new girl.” He jabbed the air in front of her, bouncing from one foot to the other.
Tori rolled her eyes, but she smiled. “Would you just grow—”
The lights in the multipurpose room flickered off and on, and loud, thrumming bass spilled out through the sound system. Wade and Tori stopped their exchange and we turnedtoward the front of the room. Someone had started the kids clapping along with the music. I folded my arms across my chest. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any cornier, a six-foot manatee entered the room.
A six-foot manatee wearing a beanie copter hat.
A six-foot manatee shuffled in, that was actually the best word. It waved and bopped along to the music. Mr. Beckett held up one of its fins as they danced their way to the middle of the floor.
“Did you know about this?” Tori shouted at Wade. He shrugged and clapped along, straight-toothed grin lighting up his face as he walked back over to Bryan and his group. He was one of those guys who could make anything look cool, like we were the weird ones for not wanting to
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