Wait (The Fast Series)

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Authors: Ryan Ringbloom
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    The next morning I wake up as soon as the first traces of sunlight enter our cabin. Cassie’s brown bangs are stuck to her forehead, she’s dripping with sweat. If I put the fan back the way it was she probably won’t even know what I did. But what’s the fun in that? I move the fan even closer to my own bed and look over at Cassie. Have fun waking up to that sweetie .
    A trip to the bathroom, products applied, and teeth brushed. I slip on coral shorts, a white tank top, and a new pair of sunglasses. A quick check in the mirror at my butt, a tug on my shorts and I douse myself in the best bug spray money can buy. We still have two more days before the first groups of campers will arrive. I’m ready to really go check this place out.
    The sun is pink and fills up the sky. I’ve always been an early riser, but don’t usually get a chance to enjoy the beauty of the sunrise.
    The first place I need to check out is the lake being I never made it down there last night. As it comes into view I find it’s much nicer than I expected. Tall pine trees reflect off the still, clear water. Not a lake for swimming, signs around the perimeter warn of the risks involved. I don’t think the lake is dangerous, I’m guessing the signs are just a deterrent to keep people from swimming, mainly drunk counselors, making the camp liable. I’m relieved. I’m more of a layout next to a pool kind of girl anyway.
    Grunting, I climb onto one of the boulders to peer out over the water. Even with sunglasses I need to shield my eyes from the reflection of the sun hitting the water. I’m not alone. Mark is fishing, perched on a nearby rock of his own. He waves me over, but I politely shake my head no. I’m not the least bit interested in fishing or Mark .
    Following a thin trail of dirt that’s been made through the grass leads me to an abandoned cabin off to the side apart from the rest of the camp. The building is small and out of place, a shack with a moss covered roof and dark rotting wood. Our cabins are old and weathered but this is one is really rundown. Is this the hut they talked about last night? The one that Tucker was the king of? I walk over a trail of noisy small stones to one of the boarded windows. Standing up on my toes I push my glasses to the top of my head, cupping my hands and pressing my face into the small opening of glass. It’s dark, too hard to make anything out. My heels relax back down crushing into the rocky ground. A tiny shimmer of gold sparkles up from under my sneaker, bending down for further inspection I jump back in horror. A condom wrapper. One night here and this “hut” is already being used. That’s disgusting. I put distance between me and the revolting hut as quick as possible. The whole notion of the place makes my skin crawl. What type of girls would think that little of themselves to go into a place like that?
    Something digs into the skin of my foot. A little pebble is causing big pain in my left sneaker. The rock I shared with Tucker the night before is up ahead. Hobbling over, I sit down and yank my shoe off dumping the pebble onto the ground where it belongs.
    “No one gets up until noon around here on the weekends.” The deep husky voice greets me.
    The sexy garden state boy with his salt water hair, white t-shirt, and freckled arms grins down at me. His hands are tucked neatly into the pockets of brown cargo shorts. My eyes roam from top to bottom taking in every solid inch of him. Stop . I can’t be looking at him like this. Not if he’s the “hut king.” I don’t need a repeat of last year all over again.
    “Well, you’re up.” I point out.
    “Or maybe I’m just getting in and haven’t gone to sleep yet.”
    “Yeah, maybe, it wouldn’t surprise me. I heard a few things about you last night,” I say, sounding nastier than intended. Well, no, I did intend to sound nasty .
    Tucker smirks, hands never leaving the pockets. “Ya heard things, huh?” He shakes his head and

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