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"You're finished!"

What the hell?

Duncan scowled at Chef, hoping he could burn holes through the freaky camp cook on command. Duncan flicked his piercing blue eyes to the people around him, half hoping this was some kind of practical joke. Heather smirked evilly, Gwen shrugged halfheartedly and averted his gaze, and Owen sat on his stump, chewing on a marshmallow awkwardly. "Good!" Duncan shouted menacingly, throwing his hands up. "Get me out of here and back to Juvie. At least with convicts you know what to expect."

Chef went back to the boys' cabin, throwing all of Duncan's things into his favorite duffel bag. Chef impatiently marched up the dock, chanting something miltary-like, Duncan following slowly behind. "Left, left, left right left. C'mon, soldier! Do I bear a striking resemblance to somebody who's got all day?"

Duncan walked past Heather, and she glared at him. "What can I say? You had the chance to rock an alliance with me, but you blew it." He glowered right back at her. What a bitch.

"You played the game well," Gwen said to him approvingly, giving a slight knuckle touch and thoughtful smile. "Sorry you had to lose over sticky buns."

Owen looked at Duncan nervously, like he was gonna start bawling. "I...I-I..." Owen let out a huge burp right in Duncan's face.

Duncan grunted and stomped off the dock, into the boat. "Whatever." He tossed his duffel bag onto a box, slumping into a bench in the back. Gwen waved goodbye to him as Chef started up the boat, Heather narrowing her eyes with a sinister grin (Does she ever look pleasant?), and Owen sat on the end of the dock, his feet dipped in the water. "Just get me out of this place," Duncan muttered, crossing his arms and resting them on his knees.

Then Chef set off for the airport or wherever he would take Duncan to get home. Or...so Duncan thought. Little did he know, he'd be seeing the girl he thought he was in love with that night, after thinking he'd never see her again. He hadn't even given her his number, for God's sake. He still kicks himself really hard up the ass for being so stupid. But soon, he won't need to regret any of that at all.

I know this chapter's short, but it's just the beginning! I'll be posting a new chapter as soon as I can!

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