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Chapter 14

Then

As soon as the pairs were determined, everyone started ripping open their envelopes and running off in various directions. The teams only had three hours to complete their list of dares, and every last second counted. Nathan and Haley remained rooted in their spot on the basketball court, staring at the key as if it had all of the answers.

"Tick tock," Chris reminded them before joining up with the rest of the counselors. They were already laughing at the prospects of tonight's event as they popped open their beer bottles.

Truth or Dare was already Haley's least favorite game—followed closely behind by I Never. But there was no truth to this game it all. It was completely dares. There was no telling what she and Nathan would have to do tonight. They shared another awkward glance.

"I guess we should read the first card," Haley said when Nathan remained silent. She tore open the envelope and began to read. Seconds later, she was frowning.

"What is it?" Nathan asked. "What's it say?"

"Our first dare is to break into Whitey's cabin."

"Figures I'd get stuck with that one. That explains the key." He took in her pale expression. "I'm assuming it can't be that easy. There's more, isn't there?"

Haley's eyes widened, torn between groaning and laughing. "We have to steal his underwear and run it up the flagpole."

"No way." Nathan took the card out of her hand and read it for himself. "Great. I'm going to be scarred for life."

"We don't have to do it," Haley pointed out.

"You don't want to?"

"Don't you?"

"It's nuts, but that's what Dare Night is all about. I've never been one to back down on a dare." He noticed her torn expression and added, "If you don't want to do this, Haley, you don't have to. I can do them myself while you take the pictures."

It wasn't so much the dares that made Haley nervous as it was that she would be completing them with her ex-boyfriend. The same ex-boyfriend she'd danced with last night and shared an oddly tender moment with since their breakup. It felt like she was slowly but surely slipping into the Twilight Zone.

"No, we're supposed to be a team. I'll do them, too," she decided. It would be weird, but she didn't really have anything to lose. And Haley refused to give Chris Keller any more of a reason to call her a chicken. "Count me in."

"Okay then." Nathan tried not to grin at her acceptance and led the way toward Whitey's cabin.

They walked in silence, occasionally glancing to make sure that no one was around to catch them. They passed by a pair from the opposing team. The guy held a flashlight in his mouth as he and his partner cupped their hands together. Haley shot a confused look to Nathan. A second later, there was a loud ribbet.

Haley involuntarily shuddered. "I so do not want to know what they're doing with those frogs."

Nathan chuckled softly. "Me either."

They hurried along until they reached Whitey's cabin. As expected, the lights were all off. The old man was probably sound asleep by eight every night. Maybe that was why he was extra cranky at the dance. If Nathan was caught by him again tonight, there would be hell to pay.

Haley tried to peer into one of the windows. "He's got his shades down. I can't see inside."

"He's got to be asleep," Nathan whispered back. He quietly approached the front door. "I'll go in first."

She was right behind him. "Okay, I'll keep a lookout."

Nathan placed the key in the lock and turned it gently. There was a soft click before he eased the door open. He waited a couple of seconds and poked his head in. A dark shape filled the bed, snoring.

Nathan looked to Haley. "He's asleep."

"All clear out here," she assured him.

Nathan stepped inside with Haley close behind. His eyes scanned the room. There was a closet to the right and a dresser to the left. Haley pointed to the dresser, and he nodded. It was the mostly likely place to find what they'd come for. Who kept their underwear in a closet?

Haley whispered, "Do you want to get it or should I?"

Nathan groaned under his breath, making Haley smile. "I'll get it." He took a step toward the dresser and immediately paused when the wooden floor creaked under his foot. The pair instantly froze, waiting to see if their cover was blown. Whitey's only response was a loud snort.

Nathan was much more careful to balance his weight as he walked toward the dresser. He opened the top drawer and was thankful that it was the right one. He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing as he grabbed the first pair of tighty whities—oh the irony!—he could find. Even Haley had her hand over her mouth to keep quiet.

"These better be clean," he muttered to himself. "Okay, let's go."

"Wait, we have to take a picture, remember?" Haley pulled the phone out of her pocket. "They'll never believe us without proof."

"So what do I do?"

"Just stand by the bed and hold up the underwear. I have to get Whitey in the picture, too."

Nathan rolled his eyes. "This is so wrong. What if the flash wakes him up?"

"The dare won't count if we don't do it," Haley replied. "Besides, he's out cold."

Doing as instructed, Nathan tiptoed toward Whitey's bed. If he was actually going to do this, might as well make it interesting. He held the underwear away from him in one hand and plugged his nose with the other, making a disgusted face.

Haley's teeth were sinking into her bottom lip as she suppressed her laughter at the hilarious scene. Holding up the phone, she took the picture. A bright flash filled the room, and they held their breaths once more for Whitey's reaction.

"Sleeping like a baby," Nathan murmured, satisfied.

"Let's go before we press our luck."

They had just reached the door when they heard Whitey shift onto his side. The straining bedsprings were accompanied by a noisy fart. Haley pushed at Nathan to hurry up. They practically ran out of the cabin. It wasn't until they were a good distance away that they allowed themselves to crack up.

"Oh my God, that was insane," Haley exclaimed, clutching her stomach.

Nathan bent over with his hand on his knees, trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, Whitey needs to lay off the beans at dinner."

They made it to the flagpole in record time. "Would you like to do the honors?" Nathan offered.

"Sure." Haley lowered the flag and replaced it with Whitey's underwear.

Nathan snapped a picture as she began to raise it once more. Afterward, the pair stood side by side, admiring their work.

"I can't wait to see Whitey's face tomorrow. It'll be priceless."

Haley grinned. "It wasn't that bad. Good work, team." They bumped fists in solidarity.

Nathan nodded to the second envelope already in her hand. "So, what's next?"

This was not fun anymore. Haley promised to wring Chris Keller's neck when they met up again. That is after she got her hands on Nathan. Haley shivered as she moved past the line of moldy headstones.

Their second dare had been to travel to the old, creepy graveyard located on the outer edge of camp. It was so far out that Haley had never even known it existed. They wouldn't be able to walk there without losing serious time, so Nathan took the liberty of borrowing a couple of flashlights and one of the golf carts outside of the main office.

Although dim, at least the lights around camp at night were enough to keep her sane. The farther they drove into the darkness, the more frigid the chill in her bones. Nathan had made small talk—she assumed to get her mind off of it—but it did little to assuage her trepidation.

Once they arrived, they read the back of the card. Haley had almost passed out when it read, Take a photo in an open grave. Nathan, despite Haley's protests, decided to get out and take a quick look around. That had been ten minutes ago. Haley was officially starting to worry.

She squinted into the darkness as she walked forward. The beam of light only went so far. "Nathan," she called quietly. "Nathan, where are you? If this is a joke, I'm not laughing."

Haley took a few more steps when she felt her foot snag on something. She let out a little shriek as she fell forward. Before she could hit the ground, strong hands clasped her from behind. Another squeak escaped her as she turned in the stranger's arms. On instinct, her fist shot out toward the first thing it could come into contact with.

"Oomph," Nathan groaned, sucking in a sharp breath. She'd nailed him right in the gut. "Damn it, Haley. Jeez, you're gonna kill me. You know, Houdini died like that."

"You deserved it, you jackass. You know cemeteries freak me out," she hissed. "You scared the living crap out of me."

"Why are you whispering?" He was fighting back a grin.

She shushed him. "Because…"

"Haley, these people, they're dead," Nathan pointed out the obvious.

"I know," she snapped. "But if you keep yelling, the stinking zombies are gonna hear us."

Rubbing the sure-to-be-forming bruise on his stomach, Nathan replied, "I wasn't trying to scare you. In fact, I rescued you from doing a face-plant into some unknown guy's grave. You should be thanking me."

Hands on her hips, Haley argued, "I wouldn't have face-planted if you hadn't abandoned me."

"I had to find the grave, which I did. The sooner we find it and take the picture, the sooner we can leave."

"Whatever. Let's just go and get this over with."

"It's this way," Nathan informed her. He took the lead and guided her back the way he'd came. Although Haley was huffing in annoyance, Nathan couldn't help noticing how closely she was walking beside him. Every time their arms brushed he felt a jolt of heat, at odds with the cool night air.

"Are you still cold?" Nathan questioned. He could feel a slight tremor running through her.

"No."

He scrutinized her more intently. Her teeth weren't chattering, but she was definitely shaking. She chewed at her bottom lip. Nathan realized that she wasn't cold, but she was still scared.

Reaching out, Nathan grasped her hand. Haley looked up at him in surprise. "I'm sorry for scaring you," he said. "But I promise there's nothing out here that's going to hurt you. Even if there was, you know I wouldn't let anything happen to you."

Haley's insides were melting. First Nathan offering her his sweatshirt and now this. Her senses were on overload. Arguing with herself to get a grip, Haley tried to clear her mind. Though her hand stayed firmly planted inside of his.

"Thanks," she murmured, unable to meet his eyes. "How much farther?"

"Actually, right here." He veered them to the left. Low and behold, they were standing in front of an open grave.

"I didn't know people were still being buried here."

"I don't think they are."

Haley shuddered. "Then how did it get like this?"

"Maybe the counselors did it for the dare," he guessed.

"Right." That was the story, and she was sticking with it. Anything else would send her screaming back to the golf cart. "So who's going in?"

Nathan squeezed her hand, as if preparing for her to run at his next words. "Actually, it's probably going to have to be you." At her horrified expression, he quickly explained, "Whoever goes in will need help getting out. You won't be able to lift me."

Unfortunately, Nathan was right. She never would be able to help him. "I really don't like this," Haley moaned.

"We'll make it quick." He hand his held out for the phone, which she begrudgingly gave him.

Scanning the grave with her flashlight, Haley checked to make sure there really was nothing inside. And that included creepy crawlies. When she was satisfied that she wouldn't be jumping into a pit of worms, she took a seat on the edge. Behind her, Nathan took her hands and helped to ease her inside of the grave.

Haley mumbled, "This is so wrong."

Nathan quickly took the picture and was just about to help Haley out when he heard voices. There was a beam of light in the distance and the sound of a radio beeping.

"Nathan—" Haley started to complain when he suddenly jumped into the grave with her. "What's going on?"

"Quiet, someone's coming."

"Who?" she asked, panicked.

"Security, I think." Nathan pressed his finger to her lips and pulled her against him. He wedged them into the corner of the grave.

Haley clung to Nathan and closed her eyes. The rapid beat of her heart was pounding in her ears. Whether it was from the guards' approach or being so close the Nathan, she wasn't entirely sure.

"I can't believe we were called out of bed for this," a deep voice grumbled.

"Someone driving by thought they saw lights."

"Probably just some punk kids from the camp nearby," answered his partner. "If we're going to be searching all night, I need a damn coffee."

Nathan gripped Haley tighter when the light swept above their heads.

"It's just a quick sweep. Not a manhunt."

"Well, I don't hear anything and it looks pretty clear to me. Let's get out of here."

The other guard grunted, but it sounded like they were walking away. After a couple of minutes of silence, Nathan was sure they'd left. "I think it's okay now."

Haley lifted her head but didn't try to pull away. "So how are we getting out of this one?"

"Do you think you could give me a small boost? It should be enough for me to lift myself out."

"All right." It was worth a try. What other option did they have but to stay down there to either be caught or rot? Haley removed herself from his embrace and felt the loss of heat instantly. She ignored the pang in her chest as she offered her interlocked hands to Nathan.

In one quick motion, he was up and out of the grave. Haley held up her hands for him. Once he had a firm grip on her, he hoisted her up. They both fell backwards, sprawled out in the grass and dirt. Neither one moved for a couple of seconds.

When Haley felt Nathan's hand in her hair, she nearly jumped. Her eyes questioned him, bewildered.

"You had some dirt…" he trailed off.

"Of course." She glanced at her clothes. They were filthy. "We should go in case those guys return." Quickly, Haley stood up and brushed off the rest of the dirt. She would lead the way back.

Nathan and Haley completed three more dares. Though not as risqué as the first couple, they would surely be causing problems for various staff members tomorrow. Now they had only two dares left and an hour to complete them. Nathan had to admit they were making excellent time. If their team lost, it wouldn't be because of them. Even Haley was hellbent on winning.

Once they'd gotten out of the cemetery, she'd started to relax. The original amusement of Dare Night had returned. They'd already sabotaged tomorrow's lunch menu, which they also, regrettably, had to taste test. If he'd ever had any doubts, Nathan was now positive that pickle juice and horseradish do not belong in tomato sauce.

The horrors in the kitchen continued when Haley's dare forced her to put jelly under one armpit and peanut butter under the other. Afterward, she had to wipe each one off with a slice of bread and eat the sandwich. Nathan couldn't stop laughing as she took the first bite. That was all she could get down before spitting it out and tossing the rest in the trash. They'd already taken the picture and, according to Haley, who would know if she hadn't eaten the whole thing? Her deviousness in that moment, he had to admit, made him proud.

Their next dare was humiliating for the both of them. They'd had to backtrack to their cabins where a box was waiting on Haley's porch. The dare was to wear the opposite gender's outfit and then skip up and down a row of cabins singing "I Feel Pretty" at the top of their lungs. For Haley, the costume was high-water pants, a shirt saying "I'm a dork," suspenders, and glasses. Nathan thought she got the better end of the deal. He had to wear a pink tutu, a pink tiara, ballet slippers, and carry a fairy wand. It took a couple of minutes of coaxing for Haley to convince him to come out of the bathroom. When he finally did, she practically snorted and doubled over in hysterics. They sang like instructed and woke up at least five cabins. Luckily, it was so dark that no one got a good look at their faces.

Nathan couldn't change back into his clothes fast enough. They wouldn't be on for long with the next dare. Haley's eyes were the size of saucers as she read, "Go for a late-night swim in the lake…completely naked." Silence followed as they stared uncomfortably at each other.

"So…" she trailed off.

Nathan rubbed the back of his neck. "Um…" Already images of a wet, naked Haley were flashing in his mind. He was finding it very hard to concentrate.

Haley's cheeks were flaming. Suddenly, the open grave didn't seem so bad. She wished the earth would swallow her whole. Dare Night had reached a completely new level of embarrassing.

It took a moment for Nathan to get himself under control. "Do we both have to do it?"

"It doesn't specify," she answered, barely able to get the words out. Her throat felt tight.

"Then I'll do it. It'll be…easier to take the picture." No way was he sending the counselors a naked photo of Haley—real or not. Nathan bet Chris Keller would just love that, the creep.

"Okay." Haley was nowhere near relieved. The mere thought of photographing a naked Nathan had her blushing all over. "But we shouldn't do it where anyone will see." Both teams were running around camp completing their dares. Anyone could stumble upon them.

"We could go to…" he hesitated, not quite sure how to choose his words, "that spot we liked." He was bombarded by a host of memories. Most of which involved kissing the girl standing across from him on a dock.

"Makes sense," Haley agreed.

They headed back toward the basketball court. The counselors were all sitting around in a circle. Grubbs and Chris were playing their guitars while the others danced. Nathan and Haley stayed in the shadows, unnoticed. They found the trail and turned their flashlights on when they could no longer hear voices.

"You seem to remember the way," Nathan commented when the silence became too much.

"Uh, yeah. Sometimes I come out here to think."

That piqued his interested. "About what?"

"Just things. It's hidden and quiet, you know."

He was almost afraid to ask. "Has it changed?"

"No, it's still the same."

They stepped out onto the small beach. The moonlight reflected off of the lake and gave the sand a silvery glow. The nostalgia hit Nathan all at once. His entire body stood rigid as his mind raced. He remembered the very first time he'd run into Haley on the trail. How he'd coaxed her onto the dock even though she was afraid. Then there was the night she first played for him. And the time Dan had been giving him yet another one of his cruel lectures, and Haley swiftly grabbed the phone to shut him off. Their last day at camp had been the most bittersweet. He'd managed to get Haley in the water one last time before they had to leave. It was the perfect ending to their summer.

Nathan scanned the tiny beach for something out of the ordinary. Nothing stood out. As Haley had said, it was exactly how he'd remembered it. It almost didn't seem possible after everything he and Haley had been through this past year. Nathan didn't know whether to be relieved or saddened.

"We've got forty-five minutes left before we have to report back."

Nathan was grateful when Haley's voice pulled him back to the reality. He was only torturing himself by letting his mind wander. "We'll have to make this quick."

"You don't have to fully strip down," Haley offered. "They won't know if you've still got your boxers on." Thankfully the card hadn't specified that a full body shot was in order. They could cut some corners like she'd done with her armpit PB&J.

"But then my clothes will be wet," he pointed out. "If I'm going to do it, might as well go all the way." He pulled his shirt up over his head.

Haley tried to smile but found it difficult. This was by for more embarrassing than their "I Feel Pretty" performance. "All right. Just let me know when you're ready." She turned to give him some privacy but not before catching sight of his perfect chest. Nathan had always been in shape, but it looked as if he'd bulked up even more this summer.

Think about something. Anything but him, she coached herself. Puppies…chocolate...Nathan naked—no!—world hunger. She saw his boxers on the ground from the corner of her eye. Lots and lots of naked children. I mean hungry Nathan! No, hungry children! It was useless. Her thoughts were a heated, jumbled mess.

Despite having her back to him, Nathan knew that Haley was blushing. The restlessness radiated off of her. He stripped down as quickly as he could and dove into the lake. The water was warmer than usual. Nathan would've preferred it cold. He desperately needed to get his hormones under control.

"You can take the picture now," he called to Haley.

Haley nearly dropped the phone in her haste. She thought she heard Nathan chuckling but chalked it up to her misbehaving mind. Her eyes scanned the surface of the lake until she found him. He wasn't too far out. The water only went up to his waist. It was enough to make Haley weak in the knees. The moonlight glistened off of his wet skin, so it looked like his chest was almost glowing. Damn, he was hot.

"Did you take it? The flash needs to be on."

Focus, Haley. She took the picture before she completely lost her grip on the phone—and reality. The flash went off and she gave him a thumbs up. "All set."

"The water's really nice. They'd probably give us bonus points if you joined me."

Haley was dumbstruck. Was he suggesting what she thought he was? Did she actually just consider it for a second?

A teasing smirk crossed his face. "But then again, water snakes don't really go into hibernation until October." Haley had freaked the first time something had brushed up against her underwater. When she learned that it could just as well be a snake as a fish, she'd gone into full panic mode. A second later she'd jumped on him, clinging to him in every way possible. What he wouldn't give to feel her against him right now.

Haley cringed at the mention of snakes. "I'm good," she stated and turned so he could come out and get dressed. She was wound so tightly she felt like any little thing would cause her to snap. But the night wasn't over, and she had to get it together. There was still one final dare to complete.

"This is it," Haley declared as they stood in front of the auditorium.

Nathan let out a low whistle under his breath. Their last dare was to climb the tallest building at camp. Nathan wasn't usually afraid of heights, but even this was pushing it. It was at least a twenty-five foot drop.

"How are we going to get up there?" Nathan muttered, hating this more and more by the minute.

Haley eyed the area. There had to be a ladder somewhere or else they wouldn't have been given the dare. Eventually she spotted it behind a row of bushes off to the side. Nathan helped her carry it to the wall.

"We've got twenty minutes," Haley reminded. "Let's go." This dare seemed much more dangerous than the others, but she couldn't back out. The card said they both had to climb to the roof. Even if it didn't, Haley would have done it anyway. Nathan had taken on the last dare. It was her turn now.

Nathan motioned for Haley to go first just in case she lost her footing. The girl was a born klutz, and he wasn't taking any chances. Either one of them might end up back in that grave if they weren't careful. They paused once toward the top when the ladder wobbled slightly. It was a welcomed relief when Haley pulled herself up onto the roof. She scooted over to make room for Nathan. When they were settled, they both sighed in relief.

"Okay, so I might be afraid of heights now," Haley declared. She made sure her hands and feet were securely planted on the shingles. The material was rough, which provided more traction.

"Me, too," Nathan agreed. He pulled the phone out of his pocket. "Smile."

Haley leaned in next to him and tried to smile confidently. The flash was blinding and had her seeing spots. She lied back for a second to get her bearings. Once her eyes were able to focus again, she looked up at the night sky. It was so clear out here away from the city. The array of stars was beautiful. They seemed so close that it almost felt like she could reach out and touch one.

"Call me crazy, but it's kind of nice up here."

Nathan followed her lead and was just as amazed. "Yeah, it is."

"There's the Big Dipper," she pointed out. "How much time do we have left?"

"We have ten minutes."

"Too bad." She liked this spot. It was perfect for stargazing.

"Tonight was fun, though, right?" Nathan mused. "How often do I get an excuse to wear a tutu?"

Haley giggled. "That has forever been burned into my brain."

"Great," Nathan said, shaking his head.

"I think I might still have some peanut butter in my armpit." It felt good spending the night with Nathan. Granted, they still had their uncomfortable moments but mostly it had been an adventure.

"I better remind Lucas and the others not to get the spaghetti tomorrow."

"That was so gross."

"Hell yeah it was." Nathan was disappointed that the night had to end. He liked hanging out with Haley without any added pressure from anyone. But all good things eventually had to come to an end. He sat up and made a move toward the ladder. "We better go. Getting down is worse than going up."

"Oh, wait," Haley interrupted. "I didn't read the other side of the card." She was so preoccupied with how the hell they were going to make it onto the roof alive that she'd forgotten the rest.

"There's more? How is that possible?" He had a bad feeling about this.

"Okay, so we can earn bonus points. We have to…oh," Haley trailed off.

Nathan frowned as Haley's jaw dropped open in surprise. "I am not jumping off of this roof."

It took a couple of seconds for Haley to regain her composure. She touched one of her cheeks. It was already flushed.

Haley's reaction was starting to make Nathan nervous. "What is it?" he demanded.

"It says to…to, uh, kiss your partner on the lips beneath the stars." To prove her point, she shoved the card into his hands.

Nathan read it for himself and was just as floored. It really did say that. Shit.

"It probably wouldn't hurt anything if we skipped it," Haley reasoned. "I doubt the extra points would make a difference." Even she heard the lack of conviction in her voice. Would one kiss be so bad? They could probably help win this thing if they did.

Sure you want to win. That's exactly why you want to do it, that tiny voice in the back of her mind nagged.

"Probably not. Unless…unless the other team does all of theirs. If we're the weakest link…"

"Brooke and the others will probably kill us," Haley finished.

Could they do this? Nathan had to admit that in the grand scheme of what they'd done tonight, this was by far the least difficult. In theory, that is. There could be worse ways to win. With a resolved sigh, Nathan scooted closer to her. "It doesn't have to be a big deal."

"No, of course not," she was fast to agree. They could do this. They could take one for the team.

"We'll just kiss, take the picture, and that'll be the end of it." He placed his arm across her waist and leaned in.

A tremor swept through Haley's body at his closeness. She could practically feel the heat emanating off of him. Instinctively, she moved towards him. "No reason why we can't be mature about this."

His nose brushed hers, and the soft, sweet scent of her perfume invaded his senses. "No harm, no foul."

"Exactly," Haley whispered as their lips lightly brushed.

"Go team," Nathan mumbled before his mouth claimed hers in a tentative kiss. Her lips were just as soft as he'd remembered. He was vaguely aware of the phone in his lap. Reluctantly he held it away from them and felt for the correct button.

Bright light passed over Haley's eyelids followed by a click. It was over. They'd completed their last dare. They only had several minutes to make it back to the basketball court. Nathan was the first to pull back. Haley expected him to reach for the ladder first but instead he remained rooted in his spot, staring at her.

Haley's lips were tingling as her heart beat out of her chest. It felt like every nerve in her body was a livewire. One jolt and she was suddenly brought back to life. She bit her bottom lip. Nathan seemed to watch in fascination. His eyes were darker than she'd seen them all night. Then his hand was buried in her hair, and he was pulling her back to him.

Their mouths crashed together in a hot frenzy. Within seconds his tongue was tracing the curve of her lips, urging her to open for him. She did and moaned at the onslaught. He was kissing her like a dying man in the desert desperate for a final drink of water. Haley met him with a mirrored passion. Her hands fisted in his shirt, trying to pull him closer. The hand that wasn't running through her hair clutched her thigh and pulled her flush against him. Every part of her body in contact with his was on fire. Neither could seem to get enough.

Just as quickly as the kiss had started, it ended. Haley wasn't sure who pulled away first, but they were both gasping for air. Avoiding his gaze, she scrambled for the ladder. Haley was torn between elation and confusion. There was no telling what Nathan was thinking or what emotions would be reflecting back at her if she did dare to look.

"There you are. Finally!" Chris exclaimed as Nathan and Haley walked onto the court. "You're late."

Everyone was back and apparently waiting for them. Brooke looked like she'd be bouncing if Lucas didn't have his arms around her. Haley mumbled an apology before rejoining her friends and teammates.

Nathan wasn't as remorseful. "Our last dare took longer than expected. We didn't want to break our necks. Thanks, by the way."

Chris smirked. "All part of the experience."

"Now that you're all here, it's time to tally the points," Grubbs announced. He and the other counselors converged. They had a clipboard and were checking things off as they looked through the pictures they'd been sent. Every few seconds a new photo would make them burst out laughing.

"How were your dares?" Brooke asked.

"Insane," Peyton answered. "I had to prank call the camp director and coax him into phone sex."

The group laughed while grimacing sympathetically.

"I had to conduct a surprise inspection of one of our cabins while dressed like a clown," Jake spoke up. "I think I scared the crap out of the kids."

Haley shuddered as Lucas nudged her. God, she hated clowns. "I'm glad I wasn't around for that."

"We broke into Whitey's cabin, stole his underwear, and strung it up the flagpole," Nathan added. He could only meet Haley's eyes for a second before looking away. They hadn't said anything to each other since their little rooftop rendezvous.

"That is awesome!" Tim enthused.

Lucas chuckled, shaking his head. "I need to get a picture of that before it's taken down."

"So everyone did their dares?" Brooke questioned. "Because we need to win this thing. I mean, I had to freaking massage Tim's feet with whipped cream. How sick is that?"

"It tickled," Tim said.

"You washed your hands, right?" Lucas asked.

Brooke made a sound like she was insulted. "Duh."

"All right, everyone," Diana called to get their attention. "Looks like Team One is ahead by ten points. Team Two didn't complete a couple of their bonus dares."

"What the heck?!" Brooke demanded, outraged. "We totally did."

"You didn't take a shot while doing the Macarena."

"I did the Macarena, but it didn't say take a shot," Tim corrected.

Grubbs scanned the pictures while Chris looked through the cards.

"Oh," Chris exclaimed. "There was a typo."

"Is that why you sent us that disgusting picture of you taking a shit?" Grubbs inquired, putting the pieces together.

There were a chorus of groans and "that's nasty."

"Damn it, Tim," Brooke shouted, smacking him. "I knew there was something wrong with that dare!"

"I just did what it said," he defended.

"That was your fault. It should still count," Kat argued. The rest of their team spoke up in agreement while their competitors objected.

"Ugh, fine," Grubbs agreed. "We'll count it but that was still wrong, man."

"The only other dare not completed was to kiss your teammate on the rooftop." Chris looked to Nathan and Haley. "Unless you just forgot to send the picture, since you were 'running late.'" He smirked knowingly.

Haley could feel everyone's eyes on them. She tried to keep calm but couldn't help glancing to Nathan. He was the one who had taken the photo. She'd thought he'd sent it.

Brooke actually started to bounce excitedly this time. "You guys kissed?"

"Well?" Chris coaxed when neither Nathan nor Haley answered.

Nathan could feel the phone burning a hole in his pocket. It all came down to this. It was why they'd decided to do the dare in the first place. Instead, he found himself saying, "No, we didn't. Sorry."

"What?!" Brooke screeched. "You said you did them all."

He saw Haley's head snap up out of the corner of his eye but continued, "Truth is we were running late and in such a rush that we didn't know there were bonus points. So I guess they win. Sorry, guys."

"All right then," Diana stated. "Looks like Team One are the winners."

The other team cheered in victory, while Brooke and the others deflated in defeat.

"This sucks," Tim pouted.

"Ugh, whatever. I'm going to bed," Peyton announced.

Brooke was grumbling, "I can't believe we lost. I need an actual shot before I can sleep."

The group headed back to their cabins. Haley was trying to get Nathan's attention, but he refused to acknowledge her and stayed by Tim. She couldn't very well question him with everyone else listening in. Haley doubted she would get much sleep tonight either once they were back in their cabin. She was obsessing over their loss, too, but for an entirely different reason.

There were so many things she wanted to ask him but only one stuck out. Why hadn't he told the truth about their kiss?