So this is the sequel to Sleep Away. If you haven't read that then I highly suggest going to my profile and reading it first. This will make a lot more sense:)

Soo this is disclaimed, I guess. Ok? Ok! And this is dedicated to all of you ah-mazing reviewers who didn't stop reviewing, even when it took me three months to update last time!


"Hey."

The sound of Skye Hamilton's voice makes me jump. Guess hiding outside the door of her hospital room is no longer an option. Skye is all-seeing.

"You coming in?" She asks from her hospital bed, where she's hooked up to countless needles and other gross hospital things.

With a deep breath, I shuffle into my best friend's hospital room. C'mon Mass, I tell myself. You've done this so much! Why is it so hard now? But I know why. Because this afternoon I leave for camp, the very place where we met.

"So, camp today, huh?" she asks, softly.

Skye's thinner than last week, I'm positive. That's not good. That –and the fact that her hair is gone- makes her blue eyes look enormous.

"Yeah," I shrug sadly. "I wish you were gonna be there."

"Me too," she says quietly.

It's awkward for a few seconds. Then a new voice says "Hey", causing me and Skye to look towards the doorway. Dylan Marvil stands in the doorway, looking extremely glamorous as always.

"What are you doing here?" Skye asks. Dylan lives in Washington, DC, and is supposed to be getting ready for camp too!

"I couldn't leave for camp without coming and saying goodbye," she says and gives Skye a huge hug.

Why couldn't I have done that? Instead I stood outside like and idiot for almost half an hour! What is wrong with me? Things have never been awkward between Skye and me.

"Think I can get a ride to camp with you?" Dylan turns to me with a hopeful smile on her face.

"Of course," I grin. "I'm going to get some coffee, you guys talk."

I leave the room and make my way down to the disgusting cafeteria. It'll be weird returning to camp without Skye.

See, last summer my parents sent me to camp while they went somewhere ah-mazing. I thought it was going to be torture, especially since they made me take a bus there! But I met Skye on the bus, and as luck had it, we were in the same cabin!

But in my cabin were three other girls, who had been with Skye forever. They'd instantly taken a disliking to me (I can totally see why though!), especially Dylan Marvil. We were both alphas. And everyone knows you can only have one. So clearly, we clashed more than a plaid jacket and striped pants.

Claire Lyons also despised me. She was dating the uber-hot Josh Hotz, who continuously flirted with me. But after a week at camp, I'd convinced Claire that I didn't like Josh, and me and Dylan got our counselor kicked out, making us all friends.

I also met Derrick Harrington. Despite Olivia Ryan's protests that what we had was just a summer fling, we were still dating now (every weekend he took his dad's jet from Manhattan to Westchester to hang out with me. Sweet or what?).

Then Skye got leukemia and had to leave camp. That was hard. But like a true alpha does, I held everything inside and continued on my merry way.

The girls of cabin fifteen are my best friends. I can't imagine what I'd be doing if my parents hadn't sent me to camp last year. And I don't give a damn at how corny that sounds!

Winter Break, we all (Josh, Derrick and their cabinmates included) flew to LA, to stay in Claire's ginormous beach house. Seriously, her house made mine look like a shack! And Spring Break was spent at Olivia's house in Vancouver, with trips up to her Whistler chalet (I finally learned how to ski!). That was also when Olivia lost her virginity. To Josh. She told only me, and I've been dreading seeing Claire and Olivia together.

But I'd have to bury that secret because in a few hours, we could finally return to camp, the place where it all started. I'm glad I won't be riding there alone. I had decided not to take the bus (way too weird without Skye), so Isaac would be driving me. Having Dylan there would take away a bit of the nervousness at leaving Skye.

It's weird to think that Dylan had been my worst enemy, and now she's my closest friend.

After saying goodbye to Skye and promising to write her letters with all the camp gossip, Dylan and I walk out into the parking lot, where Isaac is waiting.

"Nice to see you again, Miss Marvil," Isaac's face lights up. He adores Dylan and is majorly glad she's my best friend (My old best friend had been a flaky, incredibly stupid, always drunk girl, Kristen. Anyone would have been an improvement!)

"Hey, Isaac," she smiles, and flips the button for the divider so we can talk in private. Once it's up, she gives me a huge hug. "How are you?"

"Great now," I grin and squeeze her back. "You?"

"Amazing," she smirks. "As usual."

"When did you get your hair done?" I ask, admiring her curly locks. Instead of her natural red, it's and auburn-honeyish colour.

"A few days ago," she runs a manicured hand through it. "Think Landon will like it? I'm kind of nervous about seeing him," she lowers her voice.

Landon is the Camp Director (the guy in charge of everything). He's twenty-one and the hottest guy, ever. He's also Dylan's –secret- boyfriend. If anyone found out about them, he'd be fired and she'd get kicked out of camp (plus, I think it's like illegal or something, since she only just turned sixteen). I'm the only one who knows about them, since I saw them kissing. Another secret.

"Don't be," I say as we pull into my driveway. "You said he called you every week, I'm sure he's excited to see you!"

She shrugs. "Enough about me…how's Derrick?" She's wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

"Amazing," I say with a happy sigh. "He offered me a ride to camp with him, but I thought it'd be better if I just met him there."

"Good, I didn't really want to go alone, and you live the closest," she says, even though New York and DC aren't near each other.

"I didn't really want to go alone either," I admit. We're quiet for a few minutes, thinking of how weird it'll be sans Skye.

Isaac returns to the Rover with my seven duffle bags (I packed light this year), and then we're on the way to camp. I'm nervous/excited/sad/ready to barf because of the Landon-Dylan secret AND the Olivia-Josh secret.

"I think I'm going to try and sleep," Dylan says, pulling out her pink iPod. "I never get any sleep the first night."

"'Kay," I mumble while texting Olivia.

massie: think ur gonna tell claire and dylan?

olivia: i can't :S i want to but…i can't! actually no, i don't want to tell them!

massie: olivia! you have to tell them…C deserves to know, don't you think?

olivia: she deserves to know but she can't. i'm sorry. do you know how mad she'd be at me? i just can't!

massie: livs, she's going to find out somehow! but i'll ttyl! see you in a few hours:) xoxo

My phone vibrates before I turn it off. Instead of a text from Olivia, it's a text from Claire.

claire: i need to tell you something that you cannot tell absolutely ANYONE!

massie: i'm on my way to camp, can you tell me there?

claire: yeah…tonight? let's talk dinner. plane is landing in an hour! see you soon xo

I turn my phone off before anyone else can text me their secrets. How am I going to be in a cabin with the same three girls all summer, knowing secrets from each of them, and not let it slip?

I lean my head against the cool window, hoping to numb the headache that is slowly developing. It was going to be a long summer.


"MASSIE! DYLAN! OH MY GAWD, YOU BOTH LOOK STUNNING!" is the first thing I hear out of Olivia Ryan's glossy pink mouth.

She's standing on the porch of cabin fifteen, wearing denim short shorts and a navy halter top that brings out her eyes. She throws her thin arms around both of, and I'm shocked to feel how strong she is.

"I love your hair!" she touches Dylan's new 'do. "And you're so thin, Mass, jeez! You're making me feel fat here!" she gives us another bone-crushing hug.

"Puh-lease," I roll my eyes and drag my bags into the cabin. "You're so skinny, Livs. I don't know how you do it." Last summer, Olivia ate everything, but I bet you she doesn't even way over a hundred and five pounds.

Once all my duffle bags are in the cabin, I look around. The wooden walls are still the same. I grin when I see the DYLAN MARVIL. OLIVIA RYAN. MASSIE BLOCK. CLAIRE LYONS. SKYE HAMILTON. THE GIRLS OF BUNK 15. written on the wall in Olivia's black Sharpie is still there.

Another look around the familiar cabin shows two bunk beds and a single. Wait a second. There are only four of us –me, Dylan, Olivia and Claire- so there should be two bunk beds. Not two bunk beds and a single.

"Uh," I turn to Olivia, knowing she was the first one here. "Why's there an extra bed?"

"I don't know," she shrugs her petite shoulders. "I thought it would just be the four of us!"

"Ew," Dylan says. "There's another new girl? We barely survived the last one," she teases and bumps her shoulder against mine.

"Ha-ha," I roll my eyes. But I agree: I wanted this to be the four of us. Not someone else. It's like this girl –whoever she is- is taking Skye's spot. And that's just not allowed.

"Heyyy, ladies!" a familiar voice says from the doorway.

The three of us turn around and rush to hug Claire Lyons. Her blonde hair got longer and streaked –probably naturally- with gold, and her navy blue eyes look even bigger (I didn't even think that was possible). Her long, thin legs are already tanned, thanks to living in the best place ever.

"You guys look ah-mazing," she gushes as she pushes her gold aviators to the top of her head. "Seriously! My dad would so cast you in one of his movies!"

I grin. Same old Claire. She always tries to let people know how her dad is a big-time movie director and her mom's a producer. Unlike the rest of her family, Claire prefers to be in front of the camera, and is a budding actress. I swear she could be the next Audrey Hepburn (except tanned, blonde and bubblier).

"This summer is going to kick-ass," Dylan grins.

"And they finally put lockers in the cubby room!" Olivia squeals. "We actually have room for our clothes!"

Thank Gawd! If I had to cram all my clothes into a shoe box-sized space again, I would die.

Dylan's bags arrived yesterday via her mother's luggage guy (yes, her mom, Merri-Lee Marvil, has someone who escorts the family's luggage), and Olivia's is already in the cubby room, so they go to put away our clothes.

Claire and I, on the other hand, are forced to lug our many bags into the room. After claiming four of the six lockers, we head back into the bunk area. There's a familiar blue suitcase in the door and—

"Hello, ladies," My thoughts are interrupted. I look up to see the tanned, glowering face of Alicia Rivera, the counselor that Dylan and I got kicked out of camp last year. "Guess who your counselor is again? Miss me?"