I feel bad for Heather. She obviously has some sort of complex and the fact that everyone else hates her guts doesn't help it. So, I've decided to make this one a sweet one.
VI. Justin and Heather
"I mean, I understand why people don't like me." Heather admitted to Justin, both of their feet dangling over the dock of shame in a manner that indicated closeness that the other campers had no idea about.
Justin leaned back onto his hands. Despite his pretty face, he was a decent listener if he wasn't near something reflective, and considering his face wasn't over the pool of water, he was attentive. "Why is that?" he pondered, playing the role of psychologist for the other pretty camper.
"It's obvious. I'm bossy, but I'm also too pretty and too great for the others. Like, look at Owen. I outclass him by a thousand." She said, turning to Justin. "You understand, right?"
"Yeah, totally," He responded, sitting up to look at her. "But maybe you could tone down the bossiness?"
She shrugged. "I'll try, but only because you suggested it." Standing, Heather smiled down at him. "Do you want to go back now?"
He stood up, next to her. "Sure." Then, they both looked around for cameras and, finding none, kissed each other on lips before going back to the camp ground. They had a game of Dodgeball to win.