I'm sosososo sorry I haven't updated like I said I would. But Christmas break is coming up so I'm sure I'll be updating:)

Before I know it, half of August is over. There's a week and a half of camp left, and it makes me unbelievably sad. Claire and I are sitting on the porch, sipping Evians we'd taken from the kitchen. Our cabin has a great view of the lake and the noon sun is sparkling over it.

"Think things will go back to normal before summer's over?" Claire asks me.

"I dunno. But as soon as Nikki is out of the cabin, I'm getting that journal. Maybe we can find something in there that will make Olivia not like her."

"Too bad there's not something that will make Nikki disappear and make everything go back to normal."

"Will things ever go back to normal?" I sigh. "Like with what happened between you and Danny and Olivia and..." I trail off, not wanting to add salt to her wound. "Even if we all become friends again, things'll still be weird."

"Yeah," Claire sighs. "I wish Josh and I were still together..."

"He loves you C," I tell her. "More than life itself it seems."

"I can't be with someone who cheated on me," she says firmly. "And last summer I should've listened when you all said he was flirting with other girls...fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me," her shoulders slump.

Part of me wants to argue and tell her exactly how much Josh loves her, but that might make her mad and then who would I have? Well I'd have Cam but I can't exactly talk to him about the new YSL bag I want but can't get while stuck here. Although with Cam I feel like I can talk about whatever with him, without him judging me.

"So what's the story with you and Cam?" Claire eyes me critically, as if reading my thoughts.

"No story," I shrug. "We're friends. He makes me feel less sad over Derrick."

"Oh really?" Claire raises her blonde eyebrows and leans closer. "Is he a better kisser than Derrick?"

"What?" I screech. "How would I know? We're just friends! He makes me feel better over Derrick because he doesn't let me think about him! We're not like friends with benefits or anything. Just friends."

"Alright," Claire says, unconvinced. "We'll see though, it's the last week of camp and we both know that's when things really heat up."

We stop talking as Nikki and Olivia walk out onto the porch. Claire and I shoot Nikki nasty looks, but I can't bring myself to do it to Olivia. "Hasn't your mother taught you it wasn't polite to stare?" Nikki sneers, sashaying away with Olivia behind her.

Once they're out of sight, I drag Claire into the cabin and command her to watch the door. "If anyone's coming, I'll toss you the journal and you throw it up on my bed. Unless it's Nikki 'cause then I'll just put it back, okay?"

"Okay, okay, just hurry," Claire says anxiously. She peeks out of the window. "No one's coming. So hurry!"

I grab the diary, leafing through page after page of Nikki's neat handwriting. Dear diary, today I met a cute boy, his name is Derrick. Too bad he's dating that bitch Massie...Dear diary, all of this meanness is tiring but worth it. I'm one step closer to being an alpha...Dear diary, the only reason I keep that dumb slut Olivia around is because it clearly pisses off the others, and she's good for information.

Stop. Did she just call Olivia a dumb slut? That's like kicking a puppy while wearing Jimmy Choo pointy-toed ankle boots! Completely unacceptable! I sink onto Nikki's bed, reading the page.

I mean, the girl's dumb as a post but she's useful. She doesn't know about the thing and I'm not planning on telling her. No one can know. I mean, one of the reasons I came to camp was people wouldn't know I spend my Friday and Saturday nights alone on my couch, wearing a retainer and watching reruns of 90210 on our shitty TV. They think I'm some rich, first-class alpha, when really my only friend is in the jazz band and I've never been out of Chicago except for this summer.

I stop reading. That's almost sad. Almost. If the girl wasn't such a bitch, I might even feel bad for her! "Did you find anything?" Claire asks, tearing her eyes away from the window.

"She hates Olivia," I slip the book back where it was. "And she's really a friendless loser who's poor."

"What a fake," Claire scoffs. "I knew that Louis she's been toting around was fake! So what do we do?"

I think. "Hmm...when's the big assembly for the last week's activities?"

"Sunday," Claire sits down beside me. "Thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yup," I nod. "That won't make things completely normal with us..." I trail off but shrug. "But things'll go back to normal. I'll make sure of it."

"Olivia," I call that evening, spying her as she slips away from the cabin. I follow her out the door, admiring the pinky-orange sunset. "Where ya off to?"

She slows down, looking at me first with confusion, then with suspicion. "A walk," she finally says. "Why?"

"Just thought we could talk," I say honestly, falling in step beside her, the way we used to. "I like your shoes."

"Thanks," she smiles, pleased, down at her feet, wiggling her silver-painted toes in her brown and turquoise gladiators. "They kinda match my eyes."

"I noticed," I tell her. "So how've you been?"

"I've been better," she stuffs her hands in her pockets. "But I'm good. You?"

"I've definitely been better," I say softly. "I miss you, Livs."

And then Olivia, ever the drama queen, throws her arms around me and starts sobbing. "I've missed you too!" she says in between sobs and sniffles. "I just want us all to be friends again!"

I hug her tightly, deciding now isn't the time to tell her about Nikki. "I do too, trust me."

"Will you talk to Claire for me?" she asks as we begin walking again.

"I can't," I shake my head. "You have to yourself. And then once you do, I'm calling a group meeting. Minus Nikki. No offence," I add hastily. "But we need to talk, just the four of us."

"Alright," she agrees, wiping her eyes. "Are you and Cam dating?"

"No," I tell her. "Cam's just a friend."

"Then are you and Derrick getting back together?"

I shake my head sadly. It's been almost a whole month and I'm still hurting. "Isn't he dating Nikki?"

Olivia looks surprised. "No! He barely talks to her."

"Really?"

"Really," Olivia nods, her big eyes honest.

"Then maybe I still have a shot," I murmur, almost to myself. "I'll see you back at the cabin, Livs. I have to go talk to Derrick!"

On my way to Derrick's cabin, I run into Dylan. As usual, we eye each other, almost warily now, but don't say anything. Then after I pass her, I change my mind. "Dylan?" I whirl around. "Wait."

"Yeah?" she turns back, staring me down coolly.

"Look. I'm sorry for telling them about you and Landon. Sure, you did it to me first but that didn't mean I had to. You and Landon were both my friends and I was a total bitch and it definitely wasn't worth it. And I'm sorry about not telling you about the others but if you expected me not to tell your secret, then you honestly couldn't have expected me to tell theirs, could you? I just want things to go back to normal! This summer has sucked without you or Livs and let's just forget every thing and make the best of our last week!"

I stare at Dylan, who's still standing their silently. Oh god, is she really not going to accept my apology? I just like showed my heart and soul! And all she can do is stand there and say nothing?

"Cool."

Oh excuse me, all she can say is cool? That's no better! "You know what," I say suddenly defensive. "Fine! I don't want you as my friend if you're not going to even consider accepting my super heartfelt apology! If you're too 'cool' or something for me, then that's your loss! Olivia and Claire are trying to make up, I don't see why you can't even make an effort."

I shove past her, back on track to finding Derrick. "Wait," she says quickly. I turn around, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently, looking bored. Dylan's biting her lip, a flushed look in her pale cheeks. "I meant like...I accept your apology."

I say nothing, giving her a taste of her own medicine. "Cool," I finally shrug and turn to leave.

"And I'm sorry too!" she calls. "I shouldn't have gotten so mad, you were being a good friend! And I missed you this summer," she looks down. "Sorry. I'm really bad at apologies."

I hug her, inhaling the familiar scent of Chanel No. 5, her favourite perfume. "It's cool," I tell her. "You, me, Olivia and Claire need to stick together. Speaking of," I say, getting antsy to go find Derrick. "You should go talk to them too."

"Alright," she winds her arm through mine and starts walking towards our cabin.

"I'm not coming," I tell her. "I'm going to go make up with someone else."

A hint of understanding flashes through her emerald eyes. A teasing smile breaks out on her happy face. "Don't you mean make out with someone else?"

"Shut up," I blush, sprinting the rest of the way to Derrick's. His cabin seems empty, since everyone's at the beach, soaking up the last of summer. I push open the screen door, looking around the cabin. And instead of finding a lonely Derrick, reading a comic book or something, I find Derrick kissing Nikki.