**sorry for the massive first couple of paragraphs, I never write that much at once.

Chapter one

Emily's POV

My best friend Gabby glanced over at me a few rows ahead in the rusty old banana colored bus that was driving us to Camp Green Lake. Yes, Camp Green Lake. It was an all boys camp in the middle of west-Desert-nowhere. She and I didn't belong here. Well at least she didn't.

Gabby had her long chest length curly brown hair pulled back into a neat ponytail and her side bangs had a perfect wave to them. She had chestnut brown eyes which radiated against her porcelain doll like skin which had freckles spotted across her nose. She was really tall, only an inch taller than me though, at five foot ten. She had soft features and a loving face which was always smiling.

I on the other hand had dirty blonde layered hair which was medium length and side bangs which wisped across my face. My skin was a little tanner than Gabby's and I had only a few freckles which were only dotted across my arms. I had blue eyes with a brown sunburst in the center which was always outlined with dark eyeliner. People normally looked at me and were intimidated, I had a personality to match it. It wasn't like I was a mean person, it was just that I had trouble trusting people. Gabby was the only one I truly trusted.

"Here we are ladies," the police officer who was sitting in the very front of the bus said, standing up and putting a thick hand on his beer-belly stomach.

"This place smells like cauliflower," Gabby scrunched her nose and I breathed deeply to keep from laughing.

As soon as we stepped off the bus a crowd began to form, everyone was talking amongst themselves.

"Hey man, theyre two girls!"

"What the hell? Why are there chicks here?"

"Look at that ones ass! OW!"

I snarled to myself as we walked by them, Gabby seemed frightened for her life.

"I don't like this place Em," she said, inching closer to me.

"We'll be fine."I comforted, "Just think of the tan we're gonna get."

"I'm gonna burn so bad that I may loose all my layers of skin."

"Then you'll be a walking pile of bones and fleshy stuff," I whispered.

Her eyes widened, "I may have to ask for sunblock."

We were led into a small room which was at the end of all of the massive filthy white tents and escorted to sit in the two seats in front of the desk which a man in a cowboy had sit.

The officer unlocked our handcuffs and sat down next to Gabby.

"So ladies," the man spit out something into a cup. "What brings you two here?"

"They were breaking and entering in a mans home after stalking him for the whole day," the cop rubbed his beard.

"He was a singer that we liked!" Gabby blurted. "It wasn't meant to be anything harmful. I think this is completely absurd."

"You broke and entered a mans house uninvited," the cop snarled.

I coughed, "That was my idea. Not hers, she shouldn't be here."

"She did it anyway with you. Now-

The cowboy hat man cut the officer off, "ENOUGH!"

We all turned out attention back to him.

"Now," he spat again. "You two will be in tent G, tents A through E are for the boys and tent F is for the counsilors. Since the state told us y'all need your own tent we had to set one up. It's right behind Tent D. Now put these on," he threw two orange suits at each of us. "One for work and the other for relaxation. You will get your work clothes washed every five weeks. You will report to the Library shed in the morning when the alarm rings and we will explain what to do from there. Any questions?"

"Where do we shower?" Gabby asked.

"In the shower rooms once the boys are done. Don't need you two peeking at any of our boys," the man winked and I grimaced.

"What's your names anyway?" he cleared his throat obnoxiously.

"I am Gabrielle."

"Emily," I eyed him over with a sneer on my face.

"Well there Gabrielle nice to meet yah, you don't seem like you're gonna be a problem. Emily on the other hand, regular spitfire we got here. My name is Mr. Sir. You will call me that and nothing but that."

"Sure thing," I rolled my eyes.

"Why hello there!" a dorky looking man appeared in the doorway with sun block blobbed on his nose. "My name is Dr. Pendanski and you two just need to know that you aren't bad kids, you just need to learn how to behave."

I snorted and Gabby elbowed me.

"Hello." she greeted, not wanting to be rude.

"Why don't I show you two to your tent then you can go get yourself acquainted to everyone in the wreck room," he led us both outside and into a small crowd of boys who were all eager to see the 'fresh meat'.

"You were right they are two girls!" a guy with wild blonde hair said to his large dark skinned friend.

"I told you so Zig!" he replied.

"Oh hello, ladies, this is Theodore and Ricky," Dr. Pendanski introduced.

"The name's Armpit," Theodore snapped. "And this is Zig-zag."

"Hello ladies," Zig-zag waggled his eyebrows and Gabby looked taken aback.

"How did you do that?" she asked, attempting to do the same with hers.

I snickered, "I'm Emily and this is Gabby."

"We need names for you two," Armpit announced.

"They all have their little nicknames, however I prefer to use the names their parents gave them, the names society will recognize them by," Dr. P shot them both a look.

"We call him Mom," Armpit said. "You can too."

"Let's go to your tent now," mom ushered us away and to the tent next to the one we were standing by.

We walked in to find two cots with a dark blue blanket on each. There were a few empty dressers which looked pretty beat up and a small pillow thrown in the middle of the room.

"Nice place," I commented, throwing my bag onto the bed.

"May we borrow a duster?" Gabby asked, placing her things away carefully.

Mom laughed, "I will have Stanley and Alan meet you two in the wreck room so they can tell you the ropes."

"Bye!" waved Gabby as she sighed trying to blow dust off of the bed by shaking out the blanked.

I coughed, "Jesus Christ! You're making it go everywhere!"

"Sorry!" she choked. "It's just so dirty in here."

"Were you expecting a Hilton Hotel with maid service?" I joked, slipping off my dark skinny jeans and leaving on a black spaghetti strap tank top, pulling on the orange suit.

Surprisingly it fit decently and I left it unzippered, tying the arms around my waist. Gabby did the same except she had on a bright purple t-shirt on top.

"Your outfit is blinding me slightly," I laid back on the bed, waiting for her to finish getting changed.

She huffed, "Well you are going to be hot with that black on!"

"I'd rather wear black then resemble a disco ball," I tugged on my straight hair.

"Let's go to the wreck room and see who Stanley and Alan are," she began walking out of the room and I slowly followed. "God you walk slow."

"I'm not about to start sprinting to the wreck room," I kicked up some dirt with the black boots that came with the suit.

"I think we should just dance our way there," Gabby pursed her lips, slowing down to my pace.

"And then we can put on a musical for the rest of the boys later tonight. Maybe Mr. Sir will join in," we walked up the steps and entered the large room which had torn up couches and what seemed like thirty guys laying around it. Some of them were playing pool, poker, or just talking.

"Is this the right place?" Gabby whispered. I stayed silent and looked around the room.

"Is your name Gabby?" a curly haired brunette with a red baseball hat walked over to us. His features were soft like Gabby's were, his hazel eyes smoldering slightly.

"Yeah, I'm Gabby."

"I'm Caveman and this is Squid." He pointed to a tall boy with a white bandanna on under a hat who was chewing on a tooth pick. He seemed like he had black hair, judging by his eyebrows and he was about four inches taller than Gabby.

I looked over at Gabby who was staring at Caveman with her mouth open, I nudged her side and she jumped up.

"My name is Gabby." She repeated and I glanced around the room again, more curious about seeing who everyone else was.

"Wait, I already told you that," she gave her infamous Marge Simpson like laugh. "I have a bad habit of repeating myself sometimes. It just kinda happens. You know, like when you can't remember if you said something so you just say it again? I do that. Well," she looked confused. "I think everyone does. Unless you don't."

Caveman smiled warmly as Squids eyebrows raised, "Nice to meet you. Why don't I show you around here? Squid can show Emily."

I glanced up to see that Squid had been staring at me, "Come on girl."

I eyed him without any emotion on my face and looked back to Gabby, "If you need me, scream."

"Will do," Gabby followed after Caveman, I noticed he was a few inches taller than her which she must be loving.

"You aint talkin much like your friend," he clicked the toothpick in his teeth.

I shrugged and watched as some guys slapped the side of a small TV trying to get it to work.

"You got a problem or somethin with me?" he asked.

I looked into his deep eyes, realizing he was actually pretty cute.

"No, I don't have a reason to."

"Oh, well what do you want me to show you?" he scratched his head.

"The exit?" I asked and he sighed.

"I hear ya. I'm gonna go over by the rest of D-tent. You comin or just standin here?" his words seemed slightly challenging.

"Ill come," I followed, walking next to him.

"Why are you here?" he asked, not seeming to care too much.

I just shrugged again and he didn't seem like he was going to ask again.

"Hey Squid!" Zig-zag was sitting at the table, "You know Emily?"

Squid shrugged slightly then sat down.

"Sit down girl!" the black boy with thick black rimmed glasses invited.

I sat next to Zig-Zag and looked around the table quietly. Armpit from earlier was sitting there next to a boy with wild afro-like hair, then a boy with Mexican looking features and a shaved head, and next to him was Squid.

"My name is X-Ray," he seemed like he was the leader of the group. "You know Squid, Zig, and Armpit already. That's Magnet," he pointed to the Mexican boy. "And that's Zero."

I glanced up at him, not too sure what to say.

"You kinda sketch me out girl," he commented.

"Whys that?" I asked.

"You just seem to know everything that's goin on, like you sit there and observe," X-ray explained.

"Sly," Armpit chimed in. "Like a Fox."

"Hey Fox," Magnet called. "Where did your friend go?"

"Gabby went with Caveman to look around. I don't think they'll be back for a while."

"She was real sweet," Armpit remembered. "Nice girl."

"Yeah," Zig-Zag's eyes got wide. "She was all friendly. Too friendly."

"Don't worry about him," Squid said from across from me. "I read his file, he's got acute para-parasomethin."

"Paranoia." I corrected.

"How did you know that?" Zig burst out.

I laughed slightly, "I don't know. It's kinda obvious."

"Hey Squid," X-ray laughed. "Why you keep starin at Fox? You gonna creep her out."

Squid snarled, "I aint starin at nothin!"

"The grammar skills at this table are appalling," a familiar voice said from behind me.

"Well sugar what do you expect? This is a detention center. Not Harvard," X-ray looked her up and down.

"Keep your eyes in your head," I glowered.

"Mama fox is getting protective!" Magnet joked.

"Watch your tone girl," X-ray's eyes like daggars.

"I don't apriciate you staring at my friend like a piece of meat," I stood up.

He did the same, "What you gonna do about it?"

Squid stepped between us, Magnet pulling back on X-ray slightly.

"Dude don't do this," he begged, knowing X-ray could overpower him.

"Come on," Squid commanded, dragging me to the other side of the room.

"Gabby's still there," I tried pulling back.

"Caveman's got her, don't worry." He sat me down on a couch and then plopped down next to me, legs spread out and arms on the back of the seat.

"Why did you take me over here?" I asked and he shrugged.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before I looked over and he did the same.

"I guess because you were about to get into a fight and Warden wouldn't be happy about that."

"Warden?" I asked.

"She's in charge here. Don't wanna mess with her, she's meaner than a hornet," he pulled on his white t-shirt.

"So? I would have gotten in trouble, who cares?"

"I'm sapposed to watch you."

"I don't need a babysitter," I snapped slightly.

"Too bad," he sniffed, leaning back even farther into the couch.