Thanks for the reviews, loves! Jessie was reading this and was like 'Maggie what is Puerto Rica?' which was when I realized I messed up. I was thinking of doing Costa Rica or Puerto Rico and I guess I got a bit of both…sorry :)
Also, I posted the first chapter on July third and now its August 31st….sorry again.
And special thanks to Krissizzle, who got me off my ass and forced me to write this. Or else she'd go all rawr on me ;)
"Massie," Skye says, gently shaking my shoulder. "Get up, we're here."
My eyes fly open. I'm at camp? Already? I look out the window and see lots and lots of trees. And a few other buses.
"So…what now?" I ask, totally clueless.
Skye giggles. "How about getting off the bus? Then we'll go find cabin fifteen."
"'Kay," I nod, trying to stay calm. I'm at CAMP. Ugh, I have those nervous butterflies. "Are the cabins like…dirty?"
"Nope," Skye shakes her head. "They're pretty good…bathrooms, bunks and cubby holes."
"Cubby holes?" I ask.
"You know those holes people have in kindergarten? Well we have them to put our clothes in."
"Well they're nawt exactly a walk-in closet, but I'll survive. How big are they?"
"Um…about…two shoe boxes put together?" she estimates.
My jaw drops as we shuffle out of the bus. "How am I supposed fit two YSL trunks and a Louis Vuitton tote both full of clothes into that?!"
"Wow, Mass, you brought a lot," Skye giggles.
"I didn't know what it'd be like so I packed for almost every season," I defend myself.
We step out of the bus, and I see other busses with more kids. "How many people even go to this camp?"
"Way too many to count! But you'll love it! C'mon, let's go find cabin fifteen." Skye grabs her bags and instructs me to do the same.
I put the tote on my shoulder and attempt to push-slash-pull my two trunks. Not working so well. Skye is already a yard ahead of me and I'm trying to keep up with her.
"Need help?" A deep voice asks from behind me. I turn around to see the most gorgeous guy ever to walk this planet. Well not really, but it certainly looks like it. "I'm Josh."
"Hi Josh," I smile flirtatiously. I hope I look okay, I was just in a bus –my hair could be all frizzy from the humidity in there! "I'm Massie Block."
He grabs my two trunks and lifts them up. Oh dear god, he is hot. "You certainly don't look like someone who'd go to camp," he half-smiles at me.
"Oh, my parents made me come. Camp –well actually anything at camp: bugs, outdoors, tiny cabins, no cell service- isn't really my thing."
"Ah, so you're a city girl, huh?"
"I guess. But that's what got me here in the first place."
"So what cabin are ya in, city girl?"
"Umm fifteen. Skye Hamilton is in that cabin. I WAS with her, but she just…disappeared."
"Oh, well then we're here."
I look up to see a large green cabin. Two girls –both blondes- are sitting on the porch. There are towels and a lime green bikini hanging up on the railing.
"Oh my gawd, Joshie!" The shorter of the two girls squeals and jumps up. She flies down the stairs and into Josh's arms.
"Claire! It's so good to see you," he says and she stands on her tiptoes to kiss him.
Oh. So Josh and…Claire are together. I guess I should have expected that. I mean, the guy looks like a Greek god.
"Hey, Hotz," the second girl calls, not getting up from her perch on the porch. Perch on the porch! Haha, that sounds so cool.
Josh and Claire break apart, and Josh grins at her. "Olivia," he addresses her. "How's tricks?"
"Same old, same old," she shrugs. "You doing soccer as an elective?"
"Of course," Josh says. "And we are SO going to beat you guys this time!"
Olivia just giggles and rolls her sea green eyes. I clear my throat and raise my eyebrows at Josh in an 'introduce me to your friends' type of way.
"Oh, right," Josh laughs. "Guys, this is Massie Block. She's in your cabin. Mass, this is Claire Lyons –my girlfriend- and Olivia Ryan –the greatest soccer player you will ever meet. Besides me of course."
Olivia gives me a friendly wave and a shy smile, but Claire narrows her navy blue eyes at me. I can see the suspicion in her eyes, wondering if I'm a threat to her and Josh's relationship.
"Hi," I grin and wave. "Josh, you can go now," I say, glancing at Claire and silently letting her know I'm not into Josh. Not anymore, anyway.
"See you guys later," he says and turns around. "Claire, sit beside me at bonfire tonight?"
"Of course," she sing-songs. As soon as he's gone, she climbs back on the porch. Skye pops her head out the door and says, "Oh, great Massie, you made it!"
She sits down beside Claire and pats the spot beside her. I choose to sit on the railing, across form them instead.
"So…where are you from, Massie?" Olivia asks.
"Westchester, New York," I answer, idly swinging my legs. "You?"
"Vancouver," Olivia grins. "In Canada."
"Claire's from Hollywood," Skye giggles.
"Los Angeles," Claire sticks her tongue out at her. "Actress in training."
"One day," Olivia says, resting her head on Claire's shoulder, "While I'm working at McDonalds, I can tell customers that I know Claire Lyons –the greatest actress in all time."
The three blondes burst into giggles, while I just sit there, feeling left out. They've known each other probably forever, and I just met them. For the first time ever, I know what it's like to be on the outside of an inside joke.
"Hey," Skye says, after she's done laughing. "Is Dyl here yet?"
"I am now, bitches," a new voice says behind me. It's light and bubbly. Skye, Olivia and Claire jump up and run to hug the new girl.
I turn my head, slowly and see the most gorgeous girl, like ever. And that's saying something –the girls I go to school with are drop dead gorgeous.
But this girl –with her high cheek bones, fair and flawless skin, fiery red curls and striking green eyes- makes them look about four years old.
"Who's this?" Her green eyes narrow and she gives me the once over.
"Massie Block," I smile and stick out a hand.
"Dylan Marvil," she ignored my outstretched hand. "Yes, as in the daughter of Merri-Lee Marvil. No autographs, sorry."
Can you say bitch? I hadn't even associated her with Merri-Lee, the host of my mom's favourite talk show: The Daily Grind.
"Dyl, she's in our cabin," Claire says, widening her eyes.
"What?!" Dylan wrinkles her ski slope nose. "But it's always just the four of us."
"Well now it's the five of us," Skye says with a grin. "She's awesome, Dyl, you'll love her."
I hate how they're talking about me as if I'm not even there. Although, it WAS nice of Skye to put in a good word for me.
Dylan just shrugs her small shoulders and sashays into the cabin. The three girls behind her follow, so I jump of the railing and do the same.
Inside the cabin is crowded. There are two sets of wooden bunk beds pressed against the walls and one single bed in the middle of them.
"Well," Dylan says dropping her duffle bags. "Since there's an odd number of us now, I supposed I'll take the single. Sorry Skye, since Newbie's so awesome, you can share with her."
I know I'm not that great at reading people, but I can tell this girl hates me. What did I even do to her? I just got to camp!
Olivia and Claire skip over to their bunk and Claire takes the top bunk. I'm kind of hoping for a top bunk, just so I'll be higher than Dylan and can spit on her in her sleep.
"Skye," I turn to her. "Can I have top bunk?"
"Sure," Skye says cheerily. "I'm scared of heights anyway."
As I climb up the wooden ladder and make my bed, I silently wonder what I had done to make Gawd punish me by putting me in the same cabin as Dylan Marvil.