I am so sorry for flaking on updating with my stories. I promised myself that I wouldn't do this. Ugh. Well, I'm here updating.. even though it's majorly short, it's something. I hope that you like it anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
The only way news gets into camp is by leaking through the Dee or Brown, or someone mails in a magazine to a camper. I used to get my monthly fill of celebrity gossip, and best friend fashion tips, from Seventeen; since I was at camp, I was lacking the reading material. But, there was Tess sitting at a picnic table with her clique of girls reading over Seventeen.
"Come on, Ella won't bite," Caitlyn said, pulling me over to the table. I wasn't a fan of Tess, but I wanted her magazine.
"It's not Ella I'm worried about," I quietly said, as we sat down next to Ella. We leaned over to see what section of the magazine they were on; Makeup Tips for Getting That Summer Fling. The next section would be the interview by whoever was on the cover.
We all silently fawned over the makeup tips (smoky eyes, winged liner, rosy cheeks, summery glow, and glossed lips) until Tess flipped to the interview. We were greeted with a headshot of Tess herself. She smiled, as you could tell the other girls felt envious of her. I didn't care. As the others read about Tess's carefully selected words to make her sound likeable, I picked at the loose string on my jeans.
"Look at this," Caitlyn said, her finger pointing in the general direction of the article. I just looked up to see a shot of Tess and Shane at a restaurant, holding hands, and smiling into each other's eyes.
"Can I borrow this?" I asked as calmly as I could; I could see Tess thinking about it, "I just... I'll have it back soon."
"You wanna talk to your 'best friend' about it?" Tess asked in an ice queen voice. I nodded, afraid to talk because my throat was closing up like every other time I was having a mental breakdown. Tess handed it over, "You can keep it. I have another one in my cabin."
"What are you going to say to him?" Caitlyn asked, as the both of us walked away.
"Wait up!" Ella yelled, as Caitlyn and I came to a stop. I was shaking, I was so nervous and furious and a million other emotions were bubbling up under my skin.
"Ells?" Tess asked, standing at the crossroads, with her group of girls.
"I just wanna make sure that Mitchie's okay," Ella said, before she turned her back to her so-called 'best friend' as Caitlyn and I ran to catch up a bit.
"You'll have to find a new place to sit at lunch!" Tess huffed, as iff that would change Ella's mind. I couldn't see Ella having any trouble finding somewhere new to sit.
"You can sit with us," Caitlyn quickly offered up, as I wanted to collapse into the ground, and pretend that I had never seen this before.
"What do I say?" I asked, as the panic attack started eating away at me. We were approaching my cabin at an alarming rate.
"Just give this to him and say explain," Ella said in a timid voice. I wasn't sure what part of her being around Caitlyn scared me before, but she was really nice and all.
"I like that idea," Caitlyn said, as Ella beamed. I knew it would take everything I had to go through with this.
I braced myself for the hardest confrontation of my life as I placed my hand on the metal handle with Ella and Caitlyn backing me up. I tore open the cabin door, frustrated with it all, my hand clenched around the magazine. He wasn't laying in his bed. I felt mildly disappointed that I was in the mindset to get done with it.
"Shane?" I asked, pushing the bathroom door open slightly, before getting no answer. He wasn't here.
"I guess we just wait," Caitlyn said, throwing herself onto my bed, as Ella and I cautiously joined her.
I'm sorry that this is a super duper short chapter, but it's a prelude to the drama in the next chapter. I promise the next chapter will be longer.