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tips his chin down. “Well, I saw some things last night. Didn’t I?”
    Is he referring to Mark’s kiss? Not fair. “I didn’t want to kiss him. I was forced.”
    “It was quite a kiss for someone who didn’t want it,” Tucker insinuates as if I actually wanted Mark to kiss me.
    First Cassie’s comment and now Tucker’s, am I the only one who didn’t think the kiss was all that great?
    “I swear I did not want that kiss.”
    “What kiss did you want?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “You said you didn’t want that kiss, was there another one you did want?”
    For some odd reason his cockiness is as attractive as the rest of him. Flustered, I take off my other sneaker shaking imaginary pebbles from it, avoiding eye contact with him. How should I answer? I decide to go with the truth.
    “I thought I wanted another kiss.” I motion my hand in the direction of the abandoned cabin. “But I’m not looking for something that ends up in there. I take those things a little bit more seriously than a dirty hut.”
    “Hmm,” he sighs, his handsome face pondering. “I’ll have to think about it.”
    “Think about what?”
    “Whether I want to take a chance on something more serious with you or not. If I decide yes, I’ll come find you tonight and give you that kiss.” Hands still in pocket, he turns and walks away.
    “You’re joking right?” I yell out to him.
    He keeps walking and smiles over his shoulder at me. “I am. I already know my decision.”
    No. Wait. He did not just say that? I slide my shoe back on ready to chase after him. He can’t just say something like that and walk away. Sneakers in place, fists at my side, I march forward determined to set him straight. I stop.
    As soon as I find out what his decision is, I will set him straight. See if he kisses me or not first. One kiss. And maybe hear what he has to say. Then, oh boy, am I going to set him straight.
    My eyes shut and I gulp. I’m screwed. Who am I kidding? This is going to be Josh all over again.
    Cassie
    I am a massive puddle of sweat. The fan, my fan, is directed at Tessa’s bed. I should be furious, but I gotta give it to the girl, I’ve been out-bitched.
    Thankfully my leg has scabbed overnight and is not as sore as I thought it would be. I flip the sheet away from the scab to get a closer look. That’s attractive . I reach over head stretching, time to check out the disgusting bathroom.
    Three shower stalls and I go for the least offensive of the three. The corroded shower head spits lukewarm water in my face. A fly, I can’t tell if it’s dead or not, is stuck to the cinderblock wall. The corner of the ceiling houses a dirty looking web and a rather large black spider balled up next to it. A shudder of heebie-jeebies courses through me, I won’t feel clean for the two months I’m here.
    The first session of training for the counselors starts at one, I need to hurry up to make it in time. I grab white rimmed sunglasses and a candy bar from my secret stash biting into the soft melting chocolate as I walk out the door. Warm cabin and chocolate are not a good combination. I swipe my mouth with the back of my hand and take off running.
    The girls and guys are separated for training. Everything during the week is separated the same way, girls are on one side of the camp and the guys are on the other. Good because no Mark. Bad because no Sawyer. I choose a seat far away from Tessa ready to give her the finger if she so much even dares to look at me. Across the room she looks perfectly put together as usual. It’s as if she used a different shower than I did. Her hair is bouncy and shiny. Perfect little curls of blonde sunshine. Designer sunglasses that I’m sure are not knock-offs rest on top of her precious head.
    I look down at my ink stained jean shorts and beaten up legs. On top of the crusty scab I’m picking at, my legs are covered in bumpy red mosquito bites. A closer look shows me they aren’t really shaved all-that great