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girls!”
    Morgan snorts. “We got sick of you.” She's sitting cross-legged on her bottom bunk, her flip-flops kicked to the floor.
    Deb parks herself next to Morgan and starts poking her arm. “Let's see the C-cups you've been e-mailing me about.”
    Morgan sticks out her chest. “Nice tits, huh?”
    Ew, she said it again!
    “Not bad.” Deb sticks out her own chest. “But not as big as mine.”
    “Debs, you're five years older. I should hope yours are bigger. Mine are going to look huge, though,” Morgan continues. “You should see the bikinis I bought. They all have ridiculous padding. Will Kosravi will have no choice but to fall in lust with me.”
    I almost choke on my tongue. They're talking about my Will!
    “Keep drooling, Morgan sweetie,” Deb says. “First of all, he's staff, and staff are not allowed to date campers. And second of all, he told me in precamp that he has a serious girlfriend back home.”
    Morgan's freckled features crumple in disappointment. “No way! Who?”
    Deb shrugs. “I don't remember her name.”
    “It's Kat,” I pipe up.
    Everyone looks at me.
    Morgan puts her hands on her hips. “How do you know?”
    “I, um, know the Kosravi boys pretty well.”
    “Do you go to school with them?” asks Poodles, not turning around from her postering.
    Oh yes. “Uh-huh.”
    I must be bright red, because Morgan asks, “Did you date Will?” at the same time that Poodles asks, “Did you date Raf?”
    Funny they should ask. “Well . . . kind of.”
    Alison looks up at me. “Which one?”
    Here comes the weird part. “Both?”
    All four of my new bunkmates' jaws drop. So does the counselor's.
    “You dated Raf and Will Kosravi?” Carly squeals.
    “Kind of.”
    Alison whistles. “You're like a legend.”
    Even Poodles is now paying full attention. “Who's a better kisser?”
    “Girls, less gossiping and more unpacking,” Deb says, now fully recovered. “Dinner's in one hour and I expect this place to be perfectly put together by then, got it? Off to the cubby room you go.”
    I step down from my bed, happy to avoid answering the question. Because unfortunately, I don't know the answer. Raf and I haven't really kissed.
    Sorry, let me rephrase. Raf and I haven't really kissed yet.
    When I realize that my bunkmates and my counselor are all vacating the bunk for the cubby room, I see my opportunity to fix my bunk bed situation. If I leave things the way they are, I will surely end up rolling off in the middle of the night and breaking my head.
    I wait a few seconds for the room to clear out, and then I hurry to the far corner of the room, where no one can see me. Unfortunately, I don't have A 2 . But at the prom, I made up my own spell, and that seemed to work, so . . .
    I clear my throat, close my eyes, focus my raw will, and chant under my breath:
    “Bunk bed, split in two.
    Two single beds are what I need from you!”
    The air gets sucked out of the room, and I jump up and down as the metal frame starts to quiver. It's working!
    Now the bunk bed is swaying from side to side like a rocking chair.
    Clank! Clank! Clank!
    Uh-oh.
    Suddenly, the frame cracks in two, sounding like a firework and causing the top bunk to crash into Alison's bed below it.
    See, the thing is, I was kind of imagining two perfectly formed single beds, not one bunk bed sawed in half. I was planning on telling the other girls that the bunk bed had been desperately needed in one of the other bunks, and that I had reluctantly agreed to let them have it in return for two singles. . . .
    Yeah, my plan was obviously not very well thought out.
    “What was that?” Poodles asks, rushing back into the room with Deb and Carly.
    “Omigod, my bed!” shrieks Alison from behind them. “Rachel, are you okay? You could have been killed!”
    “If this had happened when you were asleep, you both could have been killed,” Deb says, eyes wide.
    “I'm fine, I'm fine,” I tell them sheepishly.
    “I'll call the office and