Hey guys! Ok I know I haven't updated in a while... and I know you're mad...and I know this Chapter is really short BUT I'm updating now and although it is brief, it is sweet. Short and sweet. Get it? Anyone? No one. Ok.

-J.J.

CHAPTER 7: Weird…and Awkward. So awkward.

TRAVIS POV:

"She's blonde isn't she?"

I groan and roll onto my stomach, feeling the warm sand on my tanned skin. It felt like pixie dust as I dig my fingers into it, trying to burrow myself away from my brother's idiocy.

"Travis?"

"Yup."

"What the hell are you doing?"

My tensing shoulders relax as I reply. "Trying to get away from you."

"Through the-," Connor, who is probably rolling his eyes, gives a dramatic sigh, "Travis, you know that a plane ticket to China will probably be a lot faster and less time-consuming."

"Faster and less time-consuming are the same thing." I mutter absentmindedly, my thoughts drifting towards a certain brunette. After I had asked Jake to fix the 'perfume' bomb, Katie disappeared. When I checked her cabin…well I didn't. The Demeter kids wouldn't let me in. Yet, they did say that she wasn't there so…

Connor says something, but I can't hear him. My mind is occupied.

She has this freckle just to the right of her right eye, close to the crease. She has a nice laugh. I like her smile, but not the fake-I'm-ok-but-not-really ones. The ones that light up her face and brighten her eyes. I hated seeing her cry today. Her hair constantly changes in the light. One minute it's brown, and then it's red, then it's both. And her eyes…

Woah, wait. What the hell am I doing?

As if Connor was reading my mind, he picks up my sunglasses and throws it at me. "Eh, what are you…" He trails off and gets this conspiring smirk, "You were thinking about sleeping with her weren't you?"

Not really but...

I grab my shades and put them on, flipping on my back. "Something like that."

Connor doesn't reply leaving me in total, complete silence.

Meanwhile, I think of how fucked I am. I don't know what's going on, but I feel like... Jesus. Since when did I talk about my feelings?

I let out a low breath and stand up. I need to cool off.

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KATIE POV:

The cool, smooth metal presses against my ear lightly as the phone continues to ring.

I sigh against the wall of Percy's cabin. C'mon dad. Pick up your goddamn phone.

"We're sorry. The person you are trying to reach-"

Click. I punch the phone off and huff. Great.

When I walk outside, Percy is waiting for me. He stands up and gives me a hopeful glance. "Any luck?"

I shake my head and hand back his phone. "Nope. But thanks though."

He smiles. "Anytime. I'll see you at dinner."

I wave goodbye and return sullenly to my cabin. A hostile 'family', weaponless weapon, and an AWOL Dad. Could this day get any worse?

Apparently it could.

I opened the vine ridden oak door to find most of my cabin mates inside. Oh hell.

Awkwardly, I shuffle inside, aware that all eyes are on me. "Hey, guys."

Nothing. No one speaks.

Oh-kay. Well then.

I walk to the back of my room and sink myself into the stiff bed. Once I am settled, everyone continues to talk in hushed whispers, resuming to their plant encyclopedias and what not.

I exhale, not realizing I was holding my breath. I lie down and sink into the covers. Finally.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, a faint horn sounds and someone shouts, "Dinner!"

I sigh. I just can't catch a break, can I?