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Both girls lay awake in the cabin, thinking about the day's events.
"There's just something about Spot that's, I don't know, different about the other guys I've liked," Jasmine said dreamily.
"You got that right," Samantha muttered.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, I'm just saying, he did hit that poor crying boy with a cane. Now that I think about, why does he even have a cane?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'll ask him tomorrow."
"If they don't find us, I'll find them." Jasmine grinned.
"Well, as long as I get to see Blink." Samantha smiled shyly.
"You need to make it less obvious that you like him," Jasmine commented.
"I do not make it obvious!" Samantha said indignantly. "Well, not that obvi….is it really that obvious?"
"Yeah…"Jasmine said.
"Great. How?"
"How what?"
"How do I make it obvious?"
"Well, whenever he talks, especially to you, you start blushing like crazy." Jasmine paused to think. "You always look at him, and you turn really, really when he smiles. And when I say red, I mean it. As it stewed-tomato red."
"Well, you're lucky. At least you know how to act around guys," Samantha said enviously.
"Years of practice!" Jasmine smiled. She stopped and thought for a minute. "Damn, I feel like I know absolutely nothing about the male species when I see Spot." She stared off into space, her eyes becoming unfocused. "Spot…."
"Jasmine!" Samantha snapped her fingers in Jasmine's face. Jasmine's eyes refocused and she jumped. "What the hell was that for?"
"Sorry." Samantha laughed. "Boy Daydream syndrome. Type A."
"Yeah, I guess I should snap out of it," Jasmine said sheepishly.
"You got that ri—" Samantha stopped mid-sentence. "What was that?"
"What was what?" Jasmine started to say when a low, rumbling sound from outside interrupted her. "Oh my God, what was that?"
"You look outside!" Samantha said, trembling.
"No, you!" Jasmine said.
"No, you!"
"No, you!"
"Let's both go."
"Okay."
Shaking, they slowly opened the door. They both screamed as a dark figure jumped out from behind a tree.
"Man, Jasmine's really something," Spot commented as he sat on the couch in his cabin.
"Well, I'll admit she's pretty," Mush said. Spot shot him a dagger-throwing glare, and Mush coughed uneasily.
"Well, I think—" Blink started, but was cut off by a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Spot called.
"Jasmine and Samantha," the girls answered. "We have to give you something."
"Okay, you can—Wait! Just a moment!" Spot yelled. He lowered his voice and hissed, "Blink! Put some clothes on!" Blink jumped and the towel around his waist dropped. He scrambled around the beds to his suitcase. As he turned to the guys, the guys noticed many faint marks all over his back.
"Dude, what's with the scars?" Spot asked. Blink turned around, his eyes blazing. Spot flinched.
"What's going on in there?" Jasmine called.
"Just wait a minute," Spot said. "Blink, hurry up!"
Blink grabbed some pajama pants and quickly put them on.
"Oh God. Good enough." Spot said. "Okay, you can come in!" he called to the girls.
The girls opened the door. Each girl was holding on to one of the boy's arms.
"DAVID!" the guys yelled in unison.
"What? How could he have—He was here the whole fuckin' time!" Spot sputtered. He went over to David's bed and jerked the covers back. The bump, which was that the boys had presumed to be David, was nothing but a row of pillows.
"You sneaky little bastard!" Spot said angrily.
"Not to mention, he scared me and Samantha half to death!" Jasmine added.
"What?" Blink and Spot said at the same time. They looked at each other. "Man, we have got to stop doing that," Spot said. "I'll say," Blink said. "It's kinda creepy." Samantha looked at him and blushed when she saw he didn't have a shirt on.
"Whatever. It don't matter." Spot said. "But no one scares my girl!"
Jasmine snapped her head around, her long hair whipping Jack in the face. "Excuse me?"
Spot stopped, realizing what he had said. He started turning red. "I—I m-mean, no—that's not—no!"
"Is there something I should know?" Jasmine asked, one eyebrow raised suspiciously.
"Spot has a crush on you!" Jack blurted out.
Spot whipped around, his eyes burning with hatred. "Well, why the HELL would you tell her that?" He launched himself across the room at Jack and punched him in the jaw. Jack retaliated and landed a blow on Spot's shoulder.
"Stop it! Both of you!" Jasmine yelled. When the guys disregarded her, she walked over to them, forced them apart, grabbed the back of Spot's shirt, and shoved him across the room and into the wall. Then she grasped Jack's collar and pushed him head over heels onto the bed. The other boys just stared in shock. Even Samantha was speechless.
Seeing their dumbfounded expressions, Jasmine said grimly, "Oh yeah, I'm a tough bitch." She went over to Jack. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay." She felt his bruised jaw and he winced.
"That's gonna hurt in the morning," she said sympathetically. Then she went over to where Spot was against the wall, wide-eyed and open-mouthed in shock.
"Spot?" Jasmine asked gently. "Is what Jack said true? Do you like me?" Spot nodded, looking ashamed.
"Then why didn't you just tell me?" Jasmine asked.
"Embarrassment," Mush chimed in.
"Rejection," Blink continued.
"The fact that he's impotent," Jack added.
"What?" everyone said in surprise.
"Are you kidding?" Jasmine asked.
"I wish I was," Jack said in a sorrowful tone. "And it is a shame," he continued, "but he—"
"I am not!" Spot cut in. He walked over and smacked Jack's already bruised face with his cane. "You sonofabitch!"
"Okay, okay, I'm kidding. Jeez…." Jack said, holding the side of his face in fear of more abuse.
"Can I talk to you?" Jasmine asked Spot. "Alone?" she added pointedly as everyone leaned in.
"Ooohhhh," the guys said. Blink wolf-whistled.
"Would you shut up?" Jasmine said. "It's nothing like that, you frickin' perverts." She and Spot made their way to the door. Samantha started to follow, but Jasmine said, "Samantha, stay here." Samantha stopped. She looked quizzically at Jasmine, but Jasmine gave her a I'll-tell-you-later-so-just-trust-me-on-this look. Samantha shrugged and plopped down on one of the beds. Blink stood up and sat down beside her.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Spot asked once he and Jasmine were outside and safely from the cabin.
"Well…" Jasmine hesitated. "Samantha—"
"Can that wait for just a sec?" Spot interrupted.
"Uh, sure. What is it?"
"Can you ask Samantha if she would go out with Blink?"
"What?" Jasmine almost screamed. She clapped a hand over her mouth. "Damn, that was loud."
"I know it's totally insane, but—"
"No, it's actually not!" Jasmine laughed. "Wow."
"Am I missing something here?" Spot asked.
"Yeah, you are! Samantha likes Blink! That's what I wanted to talk to you about! I wanted to know if you would ask Blink to ask Samantha out!"
"Okay, I will. Wow, that's ironic…" Spot looked astounded.
"I know, right?" Jasmine said.
"Well, at least one of the biggest fears for guys is gone on Blink's case," Spot said enviously.
"What's that?"
"Rejection!" Spot laughed. "Well, we should head back."
"Yeah," Jasmine agreed.
They made their way back to the cabin.
"Samantha, we should go," Jasmine said curtly.
"What?" Samantha looked surprised at Jasmine's abruptness. "Okay, you're right. Bye, guys!"
"Yeah, bye!" Jasmine echoed.
"Bye!" The guys waved.