Chapter 4

Renesmee

-Stanley-

It all started when Pendanski put a sheet around the three unused cots in the corner.

"What's that for Mom?" X-Ray had asked.

"New campers. They need their personal space," he had replied.

Nobody asked any more questions.

A week after that, the dirty yellow bus arrived once more, carrying the new campers. I groaned. So these were the campers that had been getting special treatment. When they stepped off however, I was mesmerised.

The first girl that got off was blonde and thin. She seemed to enjoy all the attention that she was getting because she kept waving like those models in beauty pageants. I had to admit, she was pretty, but not at all my type.

The next girl was pushed off of the bus. I could tell by the way she stumbled down the steps. Her long brown hair swished around her tanned skin, and she looked very nervous. Zero seemed to straighten up when he saw her.

It was the final girl that caught my attention. She stepped off of the bus fluidly and looked around. Her long, light copper hair (which was pulled up in a high ponytail) shone in the sun and her chocolate brown eyes glistened. It was hard not to look at her, as she was wearing a striped tank top and tiny shorts that showed off her tanned legs. She was beautiful.

I knew that I was turning bright red and I think she saw me, because I could have sworn she smiled at me, but I wasn't sure. I hoped that it was true.

And then, when Mom introduced us, it was even more amazing to hear her musical voice say my name. And her name. What a lovely name. Renesmee. Nessie for short.

At dinner she talked to me.

"Hi," she said.

I was speechless. Never has a girl, let alone one this gorgeous, talked to me without rushing away afterwards with some stupid excuse. I mean, sure I started the conversation by saying 'hi', but I didn't think she would reply.

"Um, do we actually have to eat this?" she asked. I felt a lump rise into my throat. I gulped it down and managed to reply.

"You get used to it. Trust me, I would know."

"Do I want to get used to it?" she joked. We were actually having a conversation! I laughed quietly, but she looked a bit uncomfortable. That's what usually happens, so I decided to stop talking for a while. Luckily, X-Ray chose that moment to ask them why they were here.

Stealing a car. Arson. Who could have thought that three sweet, innocent looking girls could have done something that bad. Before I could ask how they'd managed it, Renesmee went to empty her tray. I'd gotten up and emptied my tray before I knew what I was doing. I probably looked like an idiot, but doesn't everyone when they like someone. Wait, do I like Renesmee? Of course I do. Who wouldn't? She's gorgeous.

Nessie ran out of the Mess Hall at full speed. She was really fast and it took a while before I finally managed to catch up with her in the tent.

"Um. . . Caveman is it?" She remembered my name! "Where do I sleep?" Okay, be cool Caveman, be cool, my brain said. I pointed to the white sheet Mom had put up only a week before.

"Oh, behind there. Apparently, you need your personal space."

She smiled and went behind the curtain, her backpack still on her back. She'd had that all through dinner, and I was about to ask her why when I realised she must have not known where to put it.

The rest of the guys came through the tent flap just then, with Claire and Claudia, or Cloud as she was now known as. Mr Sir soon got us asleep before her constant jabbering away to Zig-Zag gave me a headache. Thank God for annoying cowboys with bad teeth.

I couldn't help thinking about Renesmee that night. She was perfect, a little too perfect. Actually, there can't be such a thing as too perfect. She was just right.

And just right is good enough for me.