A/N Thank you guys so much for the wonderful reviews! I loved them. All right, since I am now NOT on hiatus and school is OFFICIALLY OVER, here we go.

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Chapter 2

Beth stood outside of the green tent, wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into. She knew that only morons were in that tent, and that nothing good was going to come out of this experience. But she went in anyway, because it was her duty after all.

Of course, all jaws dropped because she was HOTT!

She looked around the cabin at all the boys. She already knew their names because the academy had told her who they were and what to expect from them. "Hey chica…" she heard one boy say.

That's definitely Magnet, she thought to herself. He always greeted the Mary Sue of his choice that way. She turned around to look at him and smiled in a fake way. "Hi." She said bluntly. She noticed how he hadn't remembered her, although they had already met. This was a sheer sign of his intelligence.

Quickly, the smile from his face faded. He looked taken a-back. Slowly, he asked, "W-what did you say to me?" (in a very SEXXY Mexican way)

"Oh!" She said. She had momentarily forgotten her identity. "I mean, like, HI!" She tried to sound as bubbly as possible.

The smile that had disappeared a minute before came back. "Hey, you wanna come share a cot with me?" He asked, patting the side of his cot seductively. She giggled insanely, smiling to suppress the gag reflex and looking innocent at the same time.

She suddenly felt somebody pinch her butt. Squid, she thought, knowing she was right. He was the guy that every girl ended up with because he was so sweet and sentimental and all that crap.

Right.

Secretly, he was the perv that looked at Armpit lustfully.

"Hey." He said smoothly. She looked at him and smiled. Ok, he was hot, but definitely NOT smooth.

"So, what's your name?" he asked her, curiously, yet in a seductive style. She bit her lips and said, "Beth." Yes, while giggling insanely. "I'm in here for THREE murders." She said, still smiling, as if the figure was impressive.

"Whoa," said some red-head kid in the corner. Zigzag. "How'd you do it?"

"Oh you know," she said, plopping down on the cot, "the normal way."

Zigzag nodded slowly, acting like he knew what she was talking about. There was kind of an awkward silence as they both sat there, nodding. A cricket chirped.

"Well," she said, trying to start conversation again, "like, anybody want to help me with my bags? They're right outside the do—"

They were already outside, participating in an intense battle over her many suitcases. The only boy that stayed behind was Zigzag, who was still staring at her, nodding. She looked at him uncomfortably and smiled. "You're really cool." He said as his eyes got wider.

She nodded with him. "I know." She said coolly.

"DUDE, HAND OVER THE SUITCASE." They heard from outside, and soon a fat kid ran in, dripping with sweat. He breathed heavily as he set it in front of her. "Here," he said in between breaths, "you…go."

Beth knew who this was. And good Lord, they called him Armpit for a reason. To be polite, she smiled at him, but the academy had taught her to run away in situations like this, so she tried to compromise, but it wasn't working.

A little later, Squid dragged her lightest case in, acting as if he was manly or something. "There you go, baby."

"Like, thanks." She said, pulling her jumpsuit down a little lower to reveal her cleavage. The boys leaned in a little.

"Hey, I brought in the first case, you know." Armpit said, looking for approval.

Beth smiled. "Yeah, I saw."

Squid just shook his head and said, "Dude, don't you get it by now? Nobody likes you."

Armpit became infuriated. "THAT'S NOT TRUE."

"Excuse me, but do you ever end up with the girl at the end of these stories?"

Armpit's chin started to quiver. "No, but that doesn't mean anything…."

"JUST GO AWAY ALREADY."

Armpit stood there for a minute, trying to fight the tears, but failed, and started sobbing. He ran to corner of the tent, sat down, and cried for the rest of the night.

Beth stared at him for a while, not believing that she just saw Camp Green Lake boy cry. "Uh, is he going to be okay?" Beth asked, concerned.

"Yeah, he'll be fine." Zigzag said, reassuringly. "This happens like, every day."

"Oh."

Four hours and twenty two tequilas later, Beth was telling her life story. "And that's why I decided to dip him in kerosene and light him on fire." She said, concluding her tale.

"Ohhh." They all said collectively.

"But I don't understand." Twitch said, scratching his head. "Why didn't you cut his testicles off with garden sheers and let him suffer like you had done to the guy before that?"

"Well…" she said, trying to make them understand, "when you're a woman, you want different men to suffer different ways, depending on what they did to you."

"I see." Twitch said, nodding. "That poor bastard." Luckily, they had all been pretty accepting of her past escapades, despite the fact that they were guys and she was the resident man-killer.

Beth smiled contently. She was beginning to find that playing the part of this murderous teenage girl had been way more fun than she thought. Guys were paying attention to her now, and they were even scared of her. Hopefully, they would never discover her true identity.

She sighed and looked at her watch. "Well guys, I'm going to hit the hay. Um, I need a cot…."

"Taken care of." X-Ray assured her. He walked over to the large lump laying in a cot in the back of the tent. "GET UP ARMPIT. GIVE BETHYOUR COT."

"Butidonwanto!" He screamed.

X-Ray flipped the cot over, disposing of Armpit. Armpit lay whimpering on the floor.

"Thank you X-Ray." Beth said sweetly.

Everybody started getting up, mumbling good night and going to their cot. Beth collapsed on her bed, exhausted from the night of story telling, and the lights went off. She began to doze into a dream word when she suddenly felt someone crawl in beside her. Started, she yelled, "What the hell!"

"Shh…" a voice said, "It's just me."

"Who?" She asked.

"Squid."

This kid was beginning to get annoying. "Squid, get out." She commanded.

"But I have to tell you something!"

"Okay, what?"

He hesitated, and then said, "You make me want to lala."

There was complete silence.

"Squid, get out."

"Are you serious!"

"Well…yeah."

"Oh c'mon! I usually get laid by the first night. I need to keep up my perfect record!"

"Just go."

"Was it something I said?"

"Leave me alone."

"But aren't I hot?"

"No."

"Well can you at least rub your fingers through my hair?"

Beth pushed him off of the cot.

He stood up, furious. "Fine!" he said, and stomped off.

Beth turned back over and stared into the darkness. This was going to be a long eighteen months.

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