This is answering a challenge submitted by Selphie Irvine:

SUMMARY: Chiltonites are to Camp at some nice lil outdoor place. Other elite schools are also at the current vacinity as they compete to be the best... Must be descriptive in challenges... This must be the main theme!!! Don't put in TOO many original characters, and if you must try to steer away from the Mary Sues. No usual coincidences like Tristan and Rory being in the same group... it's fine if they are... but subtlety is our friend...so befriend it! :) As usual, our fav pair will spar, jabber and have a great love/hate chemistry! Have at least something midly significant happening, provide a conflict of your choice before they finally realise their "meant to be" But again, emphasize on subtlety...nothing that will bombard us with unreal obviousness...

REQUIRED:
- No OOC stuff, like Tristan without the usual sarcastic remark he has for almost everything...etc
- If Dean must be in the story...do not make dean bad, I know he's sometimes irritating, but almost all fics has him as the bad guy....pretty boring if you ask me...
- A tug of war scene
- A walk in the woods at night. (need not be romantic, hell, you can have it be scary...)
- A food fight. (between Chilton and another school)
- A fight. (Tristan involved. And he remember, he's human, not superman)
- Both of them have to be jealous at some point. (cough*subtlety*cough)

Okay, on with the story…

Rory stood at the beverage table at Camp Selphie's dining hall.

"What's wrong Rory?" Madeleine asked, coming up behind her to grab a glass of juice. "Was it that chicken surprise thingy? Here's a tip: Never eat anything that has the word surprise in it. 'kay?"

"It's not that. It's just…"

"Move!" came Paris' rude order as she pushed Rory aside. "What's your problem? Never seen this many different types of drinks before?"

"There's no coffee," Rory said quietly.

"The world has come to an end, I'm sure," said Paris as she stalked away with Madeleine in tow.

Why did I come to this stupid camp anyway? Oh yeah. That whole Harvard thing. Stupid Paris always doing stupid extra credit stuff to look good on her stupid college application. And stupid Headmaster Charleston for making the top twenty students come. "Only the most prestigious schools are invited to Camp Selphie. This is only the tenth year that Chilton has been graced with such an honour and privilege to attend one of the most academically and physically challenging camps in America. I hope you will use this opportunity to network with people from across the country, some of whom you may be attending college with. I encourage you to do your best and do Chilton proud. Show them that our reputation is justified…blah blah." I better get into Harvard.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my little Mary," came a voice behind her.

Rory turned around and was greeted with the most arrogant smirk known to mankind.

"Tristan," she spat out.

"Glad to see me?"

"Always, Tristan."

"Yeah, I knew you would be."

"Tristan, meet sarcasm. Sarcasm, this is Tristan."

"Very funny."

"Sarcasm thought it was funny."

"Haha."

"What are you doing here, Tristan?"

"Why, the same thing you're doing here. Hoping to score by the light of bonfire. You? Am I right? Same?"

"Oh yeah. Those marshmallows really whip me into a frenzy. You here with your school?"

"Naturally. Those are my boys, over there." He pointed to a nearby table where twenty men clad in military uniforms sat, devouring their meal.

"They look very…intellectual," Rory commented.

"Tut tut, Mary. Don't judge people by their behaviour. I'll have you know that these are the people that you will be competing against for that position at Harvard. We're talking a Paris level of smartness, here. Brains and brawn: it's what's going to give us the trophy this year."

"As you well know, Tristan, Chilton is not only the best school in Connecticut, but also in the entire central-east schooling district."

"I'll admit, Chilton does have the brains, but where's the beef?"

"I hate to interrupt this lover's tiff but we're having a meeting over here if you care to join us, Rory," said Paris eyeing down Tristan.

"Paris, how lovely to see you. A pleasure as always," said Tristan taking her hand and about to kiss it.

Paris yanked her hand away.

"Cut the crap, Tristan. Rory, if you don't mind?" Paris walked back to the Chilton corner of the cafeteria where her fellow schoolmates were in the midst of a discussion.

"Why don't you run ahead Mary? We can do our little catch up talk later. Say, by the bonfire?" He gave Rory one last smirk before making his way over to Trisbourn Academy For Girls eating area.

"Okay for tomorrow's trivia session I want Rory, Victor and Grace. Peter, Louise and I will be handling the debate. Madeleine, Beth and Kate will be tomorrow's public speakers. Do comedy, the judges love that. Lynn, you can enter the first round of the chess competition. Eric, Henry, Ryan and Martin will be handling the swimming relay. The rest of you have the day off, but I want you to go around and check out the competition. Let me know who the main players are this year," Paris barked out.

Moments later, at Merlet Military Academy quarters…

"Big problem guys," said Tristan, slamming down his dinner tray.

"I see no problem," said his close friend Marcus. "I saw at least two girls from Trisbourn giving you their digits."

"Concentrate, Marc. Have you noticed the level of intelligence of these people? So much for winning the trophy this year."

"Tris, relax man! I thought this would be a completely babe-picking-up experience. Isn't that why we signed on? The girls?"

"Change of plans, guys," said Tristan looking from one dunderhead to another. "We need to get smart, and fast. Rory's here."