more about their kiss than my own. That bitch .
Speaking of, the doorknob jiggles and the door squeaks open. Oh, and terrific, she isn’t alone. Her new boyfriend’s with her.
Tessa ignores me walking right over to her stuff and starts rifling through her bags. She pulls out a purple plastic caddy and starts loading it up with toiletries.
“Why are you here?” I snip at Mark, flipping the ice pack over for a new burst of cool.
“I want to make sure you guys talk and work it out,” he says. “Tessa, come here for a minute and you guys can get this over with.”
Tessa walks over, her trendy little shower caddy in hand. She bats her baby blues up at Mark and doesn’t say anything.
“Cassie, why you don’t go first?” he suggests.
Mark has chosen a side and clearly, it isn’t mine. This is how it’s going to be up here? No problem, I can handle it. Mark can do his thing and I’ll do mine.
“Tessa, I just want you to know I hate you.” There I went first, happy Mark?
“I hate you too.” Tessa’s reply is quick.
“We’ll never be friends,” I continue.
“Fine with me.”
“I will only speak to you when necessary.”
“Sounds perfect.” Tessa swings her caddy stomping off to the bathroom and tries slamming the heavy warped door. Three tries of soft thumping she gives up on the powerful slam she’s going for.
Mark bites back a grin, pissing me off even more.
“Did you enjoy the little show?” God, I’m ready to explode. “I want you to know I despise that girl. I hate her with a passion.”
“But what if one rainy day you discover her dad lives in California and your mom lives in England and you’re really twins who were separated when your parents split up when you were little?” Mark references one of my favorite movies of all time. The one I made him watch three times already this summer so we “could prepare for being camp counselors.”
I glare at him pinching two fingers together. “I’m this close to hating you too,” I spit out nastily. The grin disappears from his face.
“Hating me?” He reaches up and touches his chest in disbelief. “I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked. Look at the things I’ve done just since we got here. You asked me to kiss Tessa, I did. You asked me to be your brother, I did. You asked me to leave early tonight to walk you to your cabin, I did. What more do you want from me?”
His response startles me. I’ve never seen Mark mad before, at least not at me. I never realized I was such a monster, a burden in his life. “Nothing Mark. I want nothing,” I say angrily. Even though I’m not angry, I’m nervous and don’t like the way this is going.
“Good, because that’s exactly what you’ve given me. And I’m tired of it Cassie. I’m done.”
Mark slams his hand against the paneled pine wall on his way out making me jump. I swallow down the lump in my throat. I’d given him nothing? That was unexpected. Why did he say that? Was it because of one rejected kiss? What did he want me to do, kiss him, fall crazy in love and then he leaves. The heaviness builds behind my eyes from the thought. I reach up and rub my temples.
No, I can’t get upset. I don’t need him. He’ll be gone soon. This whole brother thing is to keep him from blocking my fun. I’m free now.
Free to have a fling.
With Sawyer.
And I will.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tessa
This room is so unbelievably stuffy. I need air. Cassie is fast asleep her hair lifting in the breeze of her fan. I packed everything under the sun except a fan. Never in a million years did I think this place wouldn’t be air conditioned. Tiptoeing over ever-so-carefully, I pull up the button on the fan to alternate the air flow. No movement from Cassie’s bed. Hmm . I push the button back down and position the fan towards my bed only. It’s tough to hold back a laugh. I slip back underneath my soft pink sheets ready to drift off to sleep with gusts of air from Cassie’s fan now cooling