Since Mr. Bitters had actually acted on his threat and closed the pool, the teenagers returned to the lobby, their apartments, or went to the park. Logan was about to follow James and Carlos into the park when a voice called him back.
"Logan?"
He stopped and turned around. Camille came up to him. "Where were you today? Weren't you interested in winning the crown?"
Logan hesitated. He didn't know what to do around Camille. Sure, they were still friends, but that didn't change the fact that the situation between them was still complicated.
"Yes, of course. But while I was planning a prank, I had a little accident. So Mrs. Knight drove me to Doc Hollywood. And after he treated me, I just stayed there. You could say that in this war of pranks, I took on the role of the healer trying to make up for your mess. Based on the injuries of your "victims", I can say that you guys had a pretty good fight."
She smiled, tilted her head slightly to one side, and looked at him mischievously. "Too bad. I was really looking forward to playing a prank on you."
"Well, I could have pranked you too."
"Yes, maybe... But there is still a next time… right?" She said with a wink.
"Um... yeah, I guess," Logan replied uncertainly.
"Then you better be on your guard next year if we should be opponents," she said in a mysterious voice and walked away.
Logan stared after her, wondering - not for the first time - how this girl kept getting him so confused. He sincerely hoped they wouldn't be opponents during the next war of pranks. And if he was very lucky, they might even be allies.