Here we go again. At a much later time. School. Such. Being a freshman is far too much fun. ;D

Chapter Two: Meet the Counselors

Oh, no. Oh, please tell me these people aren't who I think they are. I twitched uncomfortably just looking at them.

There they were, a male and a female, with hug smiles plastered across the entire span of their faces, making them look about ready to crack. They were dressed in bright ridiculous colors, contrasting with our relatively drab—yet, still fashion forward (hah)–clothes.

The boy was 14 years old from what I could tell, with painfully bright blond hair. I could hardly stand to look anywhere near his face simply because of the blinding power of his hair combined with his teeth. There were really no distinguishing features about him. Definitely not a Flyboy. Not pretty enough to be an Eraser.

The girl was definitely not either, but, if possible, scared me more than the boy. She was short—no more than 5 feet—with frizzy red hair and freckles covering the majority of my face. Instead of blinding me, she made me want to inch away for fear of what she'd do to me. Her light brown eyes had a bit of happy insanity in them.
I might not be the best judge of what's 'normal', but these two definitely weren't it.

Multicolored beads hung around both of their necks right next to the most frightening thing about them: Their status. A crude paper name tag hung there, allowing me to read the words.

"Hello," the male—apparently named 'Chad'—beamed at me and extended a hand for me to shake. As if I would take it. Dejected, he continued, "I'm one of the counselors here at Camp Angels. I'll be in charge of the boy's cabin."

I could see Fang flinch out of the corner of my eye and I could barely suppress a smirk. Poor Fang, I thought, wanting desperately to laugh. It could possibly be simply because I knew what was going to happen to me.

Lauren—the girl—stepped forward bluntly and grabbed my hand, shaking it furiously without even waiting. "Hello, hello," her voice was an annoying buzz. "Welcome to the camp! I know we'll all have fun here and that this will be the best week of your life! I'm in charge of the girls!"

Oh, how badly I wanted to just run. Another jerk of my hand brought my head back to Angel. "Yes, sweetie?" I asked.

"Max," she warned. I sighed slightly and tried to smile back to these two odd human beings.

"Thanks," I said through tight teeth. Another tug from Angel told me I'm not done. I mumbled the next part lowly, hoping my utter dislike would pass off as overbearing excitement. "And, we would love to see our cabins."

I heard Fang cough in the background, knowing that he was choking on a laugh. I turned around to glare at him stubbornly. "I'm sure my brother Fang would love to get to know you, Lauren," I said, offering him up to the dogs.

While she smiled in what she must have thought was an attractive manner, Fang narrowed his eyes infinitesimally. "Like you and Chad?"

I wheeled around to face Chad. Please tell me he didn't hear that...

"Really?" Chad seemed to glow brighter with that, making me have to shield my eyes. What optimism could do to a person.

Fang, while facially impassive, had a smug air to his next words, "Oh, yes. She's been dying to." How badly I wanted to wring his neck.

Before Chad could implode from pure happiness, Nudge interjected. She must have been shaking with all the words she wanted to say. "Really? Since when? Neither of you mentioned anything you know. But, then again, I don't think you would anyway... oh! I get it! You guys are-" She was cut off suddenly by a smirking Iggy.

I'm so glad they all got such entertainment from our discomfort. Chad and Lauren didn't seem to understand what Nudge's words implied though. I was pretty confident from the blank looks that they didn't understand a word she said.

"Yeah, well," I said trying to cover that up with more false excitement. "How's about those cabins?"

Lauren did a face palm—hitting her nose accidentally. "How silly of use, distracting you both like that." Her gaze lingered longest on Fang, making him stiffen uncomfortably. I laughed under my breath.

One last set of taunting glares was sent before we split up, on the way to both the cabins and their inhabitants.