Kristen Gregory slowly walked up the steps of the cabin; it was the place that would be her home for the next 8 weeks. It would be the summer of a lifetime romance (her and Dune had broken up), challenges and alphaness. Yes, Kristen had decided that this was the summer to reinvent herself as a Californian alpha, at camp Altec.
Inside her cabin there were 5 beds 2 of them already bags of suitcases and toiletries on them. But, one bed particularly caught her eyes it was a bottom bunk that was facing the ocean, she wondered why no one else had seen the beautiful view, but whateves it was hers now. Kristen rolled up the trolley that was holding her 5, yes 5 suitcases she quickly unloaded them off the trolley and plopped them on the bed. She put the trolley outside her door assuming it would get picked up and started texting the PC.
Kristen: wassup?
Massie: chilling with Kuh-laire in Southampton.
Claire: boysboysboys
Alicia: hola, in Spain and loving it.
Dylan: On tour with mama and TV cameras.
Kristen was interrupted by a voice. "Hey who left this outside?" She whipped her blond hair around to see a petit black girl with green eyes and thick straight black hair she has wearing a pair of black TNA's and a pink Lola & Coco sweater.
"Hey, I'm Kristen Gregory from Westchester" she greeted her.
"Brooke Adu, Canada" the girl replied wheeling her four suitcases onto the bed perpendicular to Kristen's.
"Wanna, go look around?" asked Kristen.
Hey it's better to make friends then enemies, thought Kristen plus this girl was real pretty and could be a threat.
"Sure, one sec," said Brooke has taken out her cell phone and was also texting.
Kristen waited for Brooke and together they walked onto the beautiful sunny campgrounds, there was the shore, cabana's, people carrying skateboards surfboards, girls in colorful clothing, girls clad in Roxy bikinis and Hollister flip-flops. This was camp Altec and she was ready to take it by storm. After a few minutes they reached a huge building that looked like a church minus the bells and cross. At the front there was a pretty redhead sitting at a desk.
Probably the help, thought Kristen. In California everyone was beautiful, right?
"Names," said the girl in a bored voice, her head was down and she was texting on a knockoff iphone.
"Brooke Adu and Kristen Gregory." Replied Brooke.
"Ages and cabin?"
"Umm, 13 and erm… One second." Kristen leafed through her orange Roxy tote and found her key card. "Cabin 102".
"same." Muttered Brooke.
The girl leafed through papers and bent down to find their schedules. Kristen turned and though she had died and gone to heaven, It was 5 extremely gorgeous guys, all blessed by the Abercrombie and Billabong gods. Brooke, who had just noticed that Kristen was distracted, turned just in time to see the perfectly chiseled dudes who almost outta site.
"Don't bother," said the redhead behind the desk. "They don't usually go for girls like you. "She continued coldly.
Kristen and Brooke turned. Biatch thought Kristen, "You don't even know me," Kristen who was extremely annoyed stuttered.
"But I know your type," she looked her up and down gave her the once-over. "Those guys will never give you a second look because as far as their concerned you're just like everyone else."
"And how would you know?" Asked Brooke.
"Because that," the girl pointed to the hottest boy out of the 5. "is my boyfriend.