A/N: Hallo! Just a head-up that I am nawt bullchizz155! Wait, please continue reading. Don't turn away!
Anyway, I'm a really close friend, and since her is messing up on her laptop, she entrusted me with the task of uploading this for her! D'you wanna know who I am? Huh?
Enjoy the story, though! I helped write it!
The Briarwood Octavian Country Day High students of Grade 11 were sitting in their school bus on their way to a camp trip. Ten double decker buses were used to commute the students Lake Placid, where they were having their camp. Only those whose parents had no time to take them used the buses. Most students on the first bus were the popular kids; those whose parents were too busy making enough money to feed the world.
Massie Block, the Alpha of the Pretty Committee, sat at the back with her crew: Alicia Rivera, Kristen Gregory and Dylan Marvil. They talked about boys, fashion and anything interesting.
All four girls wore cute outfits, as they always did. Kristen smoothed out non-existent wrinkles on her black Ralph Lauren skinny jeans, which matched perfectly with her navy blue tank top, black cowboy boots and her black blazer. Her honey blonde hair sat on her shoulder blades.
Dylan was in a cute Le Coquet Couture summer dress, together with Gucci ballet flats, with a white hairband holding her red hair in a high ponytail.
Alicia wore a hot pink low cut Gucci blouse with a large black Calvin Klein belt to go with it, together with navy grey and black skinny jeans, and black cowboy ankle boots, her long hair left to flow down her back.
Massie wore a striped sky blue and white top with a flowy skirt and white gladiators, her long, black hair tied up in a bun. The front part of her hair was cut below her eyes and straightened out to look like bangs.
"Rate me," beamed Massie, applying cherry Glossip Girl lip-gloss.
"Absolute ten," the girls replied.
"Mhmm, same to you all, except Kristen. I give you a 9.6."
"At least it's close," she replied.
"I can't wait to get there!" Alicia squealed.
"Me neither," Massie agreed. "I hope the best cabins aren't taken."
"Yeah, I mean, who would want to see the Pretty Committee in disgusting spots?" Kristen asked.
"Ex-actly."
Massie propped up in her seat and stared straight ahead at Cameron Fisher, who was talking to Josh Hotz and Derrick Harrington. "Oh my goodness, Cam is so cute!" She sighed.
"So is Josh," Alicia agreed.
"Yeah, whatever, I hope we get a cabin close to theirs."
"Yeah."
Dylan and Kristen, who were reading the newest edition of Teen Vogue, rolled their eyes and giggled. They were not interested in relationships because they thought all boys were the same – cheats. Not that they had been in relationships before, but they thought what happened in the movies and on television was real.
"What's so funny?" Massie scrunched up her nose.
"Nothing," they answered.
"Tell me!"
"It's nothing."
"Tell," Massie commanded.
"It's just that you are so head-over-heels for these boys and you don't even know the number of girlfriends they've had. They could be cheats," Kristen warned.
Kristen was worse than Dylan was; it took her a month to actually befriend a boy.
"You are just jealous that no boy is vying for you," accused Alicia.
"I was only warning you," sing-songed Kristen.
"Whatever, at least I'm not going to be single for the rest of my life."
"I'm just waiting till I find "The One'."
"How are you going to do that if you constantly isolate yourself from boys?"
"I'll do it, somehow."
"You're a slacker!"
"You shut up."
"Girls," Mass interrupted, "stop this. Do you want to ruin our rep?"
"No," they both replied.
"Then quit it."
"Finally, some peace," Dylan rejoiced.
The girls and everyone else were either asleep or half-asleep when they arrived at Lake Placid. Mr Myner, their science teacher, blew his whistle – the loudest on earth – and made everyone wince and wake up.
"Ehmagawd," Massie whisper-cried. "We slept."
"What's wrong with that?" Dylan asked, obviously clueless.
"People can nawt see us sleeping, it's embarrassing."
"Oh, now I get it."
"Let it pass," Kristen said, "because everyone else slept as well."
"Easy for you to say," Alicia retorted.
"Everyone, get out!" Mr Myner commanded.
Everyone slowly departed from the bus, took their luggage and waited in the green garden, waiting for the others to arrive. As soon as the rest came, the teacher decided to share the cabins. They were all sharing with people from two other schools. The girls were almost glad they were cabins, not tents.
"I hope I get to share a cabin with Cam," Massie wished.
"The girls are on the East and the boys are on the West," a teacher said. The other schools began arriving, and the teachers waited for everyone from the different schools to come before they started calling out the names.
"Ouch," Kristen teased. Dylan smirked and high-fived her.
"It's eight to a dorm," Mr Myner said.
"Lisa Hayford," a bald-headed teacher began calling, "Regan Andrews, Barbera Parker…" He went on and the girls listened intently. They were the last to be called. "Massie Block, Kristen Gregory, Alicia Rivera, Layne Abeley, Dylan Marvil, Samantha Brook and Claire Lyons, you're all in Cabin 30."
The girls were happy they found a cabin close to the sea and even closer to the cabins on the West, but they did not want to share it with Layne Abeley, an LBR (Loser Beyond Repair) and the two other girls they did not know.
They got to their cabin, a brown, wooden structure, climbed the five flights of stairs, and stood on the wooden floors, which had been waxed by cleaners a few hours before, breathing in the refreshing scent. Kristen, eager to see how the cabin looked on the inside, lurched forward and opened the door. They were suddenly hit by a refreshing scent of lemon. The eight beds were lined against the wall, in a straight line, and eight, one-door wardrobes faced each bed at the far end of the room.
The beds were covered with sky blue, pink, summer green, white, pale yellow, violet, faded red and grey bed spreads. Claire walked to the bed with the pink bed spread and was about to sit on it, when Massie – who also wanted it – rushed to the bed and lay on it. "Sorry, it's taken." She smiled triumphantly at Claire, who moved on to the sky blue, which was also taken away from her by Alicia. The summer green was done the same with Kristen, and white with Dylan. Slightly angry, she settled on the pale yellow, while Layne took violet and Samantha took the faded red.
Claire took out her hairbrush and brushed her pale blonde hair, before tying it into a bun. She could not tie her bangs, which were not even long enough to cover her huge, blue eyes, so she let them lay flatly on her forehead. They did not even get to her eyebrows, but she hoped they would grow long enough during the summer.
She stood up and walked cautiously to her wardrobe, before sliding her suitcase under her bed. She sat on her bed and listened to the Pretty Committee's conversation.
"… swimming and cute boys, my summer is going to be perfect." All four seemed to be good friends. She missed having Gabrielle, her BFF, close to her. Unfortunately, Gabby could not make it because she was travelling to France.
Claire looked at Samantha, with her heavy make-up, and wondered how a human being could feel comfortable with all that make-up on. Unlike there rest of the girls, Samantha had put on too much mascara and eyeliner, which brought out the green colour in her eyes. Her deep black hair, which reached the small of her back, matched perfectly with her dark coated lips. You did not need to think twice to know that she was dangerous, considering the number of rings on her fingers and the two that clung to her nose and her lower lip. She wore black leather jeans, a black blazer and black boots. She did not seem to be a fan of any other colour. Claire knew better than to mess with her.
She looked at brown-haired, brown-eyed Layne, who wore a white tank top and black leather jeans, with black and white High Tops, and was occupied by her black iPod. Layne seemed to sense the blue eyes on her, since she turned and smiled kindly at Claire. She returned the gesture and looked out of the window. A man and woman, who seemed to be so much in love with each other, made out with each other aggressively at the shore. Claire smiled and almost burst into laughter. She thought it funny, the way they moved so fast; they could have swallowed each other. She felt a light tap on her right shoulder, and turned to see a smiling Layne sitting on her bed.
"Hi, Claire Lyons, right?"
"Yeah, and you're Layne…"
"Abeley."
"Right."
"I like your hair." Layne touched Claire's short bangs.
"Thanks. Yours is quite nice."
"Thanks. What school are you in?"
"Orland High, what about you?"
"Briarwood Octavian Country Day, the same as them." She pointed to the self-absorbed PC girls.
"You know them?" Claire asked in a low voice.
"Yes. The Pretty Committee, most popular girls at OCD," she replied in a low voice as well.
"You seemed like strangers to me."
"Well, I'm an LBR, so I can't talk to them."
"What's an LBR?"
"A Loser Beyond Repair."
"Oh! But, you are cool."
"Not to them."
"I guess I'll have to keep my distance, then."
"If you know what's good for you." Both girls laughed softly. "Want to go for a walk?" Layne asked.
"Sure, I'd love to."
"I broke up with her," Cam said.
"Oh, really? Why did you do that?" Derrington [Derrick + Harrington] asked. The boys sat under a tree, chatting the time away.
"I just don't feel the connection anymore."
"So, you broke up with Nikki for good?"
"Yeah, it's better that way. Nobody gets hurt."
"Was she sad?"
"Well… of course she was."
"Jeez, Cam, check out those cute girls."
Two girls from the third school were yapping away, while the boys stared.
"They're pretty," Cam agreed.
"Wanna talk to them?"
"No, thank you."
"It's your loss." Derrick happily stood up and sat beside them on the sand.
The beach was quite scarce of people by that time, since everyone was either taking a nap or lying awake in bed, tired from their long trip. Only a few cared to come out, but even they rested on the sand and took very short walks.
Cam lay back gracefully on the sand and thought of everything and nothing at the same time, until a cheerful voice distracted him.
"Hey, Cam?" Massie greeted and sat next to him, still in the clothes she arrived in.
"Hey, Block, what's up?"
"Nothing much, I was just strolling and I saw you here."
"Well, I was just thinking."
"You look cute when you're thinking."
"Thank you."
Mr Bald-Head sent them back to their cabins to rest for a while, since they were going to have a bonfire later that night. Massie went back to her cabin with a tingling feeling in her stomach. She was this close to dating Cam.
A/N: I can't tell you! Self-promoting and all that! But, I hope you can guess!
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