It only took a couple minutes for Brandon to lead Erin to him cabin, which was in the distance, bouncing with lights.

He looked over and smiled at her, holding her arm closely through the loop in his.
"I'm really surprised you came with me." he told her, his brown eyes surveying her without regard for normal rules, exploring her chest, and her waistline.

Erin ignored it. It was dark, so it wasn't like he could see much.
"Oh. Well, I was getting bored of card games anyways," she told him.

Brandon smiled wider. "I'm even more surprised your bodyguards and your boyfriend let you come."

"My who?" Erin asked.
"I just met those guys today," she informed Brandon.

Of course, he knew that. It was just part of his game.
"Oh," Brandon said innocently.
"I figured that one kid liked you or something."

Erin shook her head.
"Nuh uh. I just met them." she replied, and stepped onto the porch.

Brandon stepped forward and opened the swinging door for her, and the music immediately started thrumming through Erin's body with pleasure.

"Can you dance?" Brandon asked her, letting his hands enjoy the luxury of her hips, resting and smoothing casually.

Erin nodded. "Can you?" she replied rhetorically, lifted his hands off her waist, and led him into a mosh of people, who were close-knit with their own dancing partner.
In a couple places, there was a throng of people all squashed together, grinding on each other, girls on girls, guys on girls, all together, sometimes jumping up and down, or dropping to the floor.

Brandon smiled, thanking his lucky stars that he'd decided to wear his under-armour underwear that night that kept his every hair in place.
Erin slid into a spot that was barely enough for her to stretch her arms out in and pulled Brandon to her slowly, inching her body around and around in a seductress-type way.

Brandon slipped his hands around her waist, focusing on keeping them in the small of her back until she let him move downward.

Slowly, the two danced, Erin snaking her hands around his neck and pulling him toward her occasionally, and letting her lips trace along the tender and tight skin along his neck.

Then, his hands slid to her butt cheeks, and he pulled her into him, closer than she'd been to a guy in her whole life, and it shocked her.
Erin's body became stiff like rigormortis had entered her body, slowly freezing her from the toes up.

"What are you doing?" she asked him, stiff as a board.

Brandon smiled at her.
"Relax, baby. I'm just dancing with you," he told her.

Erin looked around.
All the other girls had hands on their butts.
But they probably knew the guys.

Erin started to push away from him, and he slid next to her ear, taking his hands off her tush and making fist in the small of her back.

"I'm sorry, baby." he said.
"I won't do it again." he added, and pushed her hips side-to-side to the rhythm of the music.

Erin tried to relax, but wasn't feeling it. Adrenaline was pumping through her body, making her shake like she'd been almost frozen to death.

"I...I need a..uhm..drink." she said to Brandon, who seemed genuinely caring.

"Alright," he replied, stopping abruptly. "I'll show you." he told her, and led her to a table in the middle of the room separating all the dance-crazed people and the others who either didn't have a dancing partner, or who were taking a break, their faces covered in sweat, and trying to regulate their breathing.

"Here," said Brandon, handing her a cup of ready-poured water.

Erin rolled her finger around the rim dutifully, looked around the cup, and smelled it before she dared setting her lips on it.
It tasted like tap water.

Satisfied, Erin downed half the cup in one swallow, and lifted it from her lips.
"Thanks," she said, feeling her body calm down.

Brandon smiled.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." he told her.
"I just got carried away," he added.
"And I'm sorry."

Erin nodded.
"It's fine. You just scared me, I mean....I barely know you." she told him.

Brandon nodded.
"I know."
He looked down and played with the hem of his shirt.

Erin thought about it for a moment, standing there with him, observing the people behind him.
Girls were in huddles, whispering about them, pointing in their direction.

He was just dancing, Erin...
She told herself.
It's not like he was trying to get into your pants. So...why don't you just relax, and dance, girl.
You came here to relax, to get to know people, and to have fun. And you do all three here, at this party.

Erin looked back at Brandon, who was obviously feeling awkward just standing there, waiting for his date, who wasn't comfortable with him.

She put down her drink, which was now only filled with ice, and she wouldn't be needing it any longer.
Then, she reached forward and grabbed Brandon's hand and laced her fingers with his.

"Come on," she said to him, and pulled him back onto the dance floor.

Brandon, who was thourally confused led her pull him back onto the dance floor.

Then, she pushed her hips into his and snaked her hands around his neck.
Brandon looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
Over her back, Carissa was glaring at him.

Carissa was his ex, and she'd signed up to come to Camp Harvey! to see if she could still get with him. She'd cheated on him multiple times before actually sleeping with his so-called best friend. He found out because one of Carissa's friends thought he should know, and it was a big scene where Carissa cried, and tried to get with him again, but he'd just had enough.

So he left her. But of course, she tried every possible way to get back at him, including dating every guy in the school, sending him love notes, getting in trouble because she'd sneaked onto the school overcom and told the whole school that she would kill herself because he broke up with her.

He still remembered a conversation he had in the boys locker room after gym one day after another death message.

"Dude," said Gregg. "You gotta date her again."
Brandon snorted. "Why?" he demanded.
"Because...she's too pretty to kill herself."
Brandon just laughed. "Exactly. She doesn't have the guts to take her life. She knows she's too pretty."
Gregg looked unconvinced. "Then if she's so pretty, why don't you date her? Any guy would kill to have a hot girl chasing after them like she is doing to you."
Brandon nodded. "I know. But she's promiscuous. And she's dumb as a doornail."
Gregg shrugged. "I'd date her." he replied sullenly.
Brandon nodded. "And you can have that dumb bimbo for a girlfriend. The only thing she wants is your junk."
Gregg shrugged again. "That's fine with me." he said, putting on his shirt.
Brandon gave Gregg a look. "Bros before hoes," he said. "Bros before hoes."

Brandon decided to ignore Carissa, and dance with Erin, trying to be as gentleman-like as he could, until Erin grabbed his hands, and pushed them around her body, and pressed her hips against his groin, causing his breathing to become uneven.

I don't want her to get mad at me, thought his good conscience.
Dude, she's doing it to you. Replied his darker side.
Don't do it....

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Erin walked off the dance floor, Brandon following close behind, and sat down at a small table.
"Wow," she said, regulating her breathing.
"That was so much fun." she told Brandon with a sigh.
Brandon smiled back at her. "It was, wasn't it?" he replied with a grin.

Erin nodded. "Yeah. Thanks for...I don't know...uhmmm..helping me calm down and loosen up."

Brandon nodded. "Anytime." he replied.
His eyes then drifted to a figure above her head, and groaned.

Erin saw his eyes alternate to someone above her, and groan, and she turned to see what he was looking at, expecting it to be around 6 in the morning or something.

What she saw instead was a group of girls heading their way, led dominated by a stunning girl with long wavy brown locks, a denim miniskirt and a dangerously low cut top, paired with long pearl earrings, a small silver necklace and strappy silver heels.

Brandon could have died.

The girl walked up to them, and stopped, her posture very offensive

"Hey Brandon," she said sweetly.
Erin immediately didn't trust her. Her voice was too sweet. Like...over-sweetened lemonade, you just have to pucker your lips and squint your eyes to.

Brandon sat back in his chair, throwing a hand behind his head casually.
"What?"

The girl tilted her head to the side, and pursed her lips.
"Aww, baby, I was just saying hi." she said sadly.
Then, her eyes shifted to Erin, and immediately covered themselves with ice.
Erin frowned at her.

"So, I see you have a new....friend." she continued.

Brandon rolled his eyes.
"Carissa, leave me alone," he groaned, and looked away.
Erin looked at Brandon.
He obviously would rather be anywhere than here,

Erin looked back at the girl, who shot her a gaze.
"What? You'd rather hang with your new friend that me, whom you have known for three years?" she demanded.

Brandon looked back at her.
"Carissa. We broke up. Leave me alone. Dang..."

Erin looked back at Brandon, feeling helpless to say something. It wasn't her battle, but she didn't appreciate the way Carissa was treating both her and Brandon.

Carissa threw some of her hair behind her head.
"Brandon-baby," she cooed, making Erin cringe.
"I know we broke up. But we still love each other. And that's okay. Besides, this girl cannot possibly do what I can do to you."

Brandon glared at Carissa.
"This girl is Erin. And we never did anything, Carissa. Or maybe you got me confused with Eric."

Carissa furrowed her eyebrows.
"If you want to hang out with this skank, then be my guest." she spat.

Erin's mouth dropped.
I don't even know this girl...and she just called me a skank.

Carissa looked down at Erin and glared at her.
Erin just looked back calmly, her mouth back where it should be, until Carissa inched her finger forward, innocently said "Oops," and flicked the corner of Erin's cup, making it fly all over the chair, and her shirt.

Erin, feeling the cold drink hit her bare skin shrieked, and stood up immediately.
"Carissa!" Brandon screamed, rushing to Erin, grabbing a pile of napkins from the holder on the table, and began to mop up the mess.

Carissa brought a finger to her lips.
"It was an accident." she replied with a silky-soft voice that made Erin want to vomit.
"It was your choice, baby. Hang with this soggy...yeah. Or come with me."

Then she left.

Erin watched Carissa leave, wishing she could just rip her pretty brown hair out.
Brandon stood to her, grabbing her shoulders, and trying to mop up some of the excess soda off her legs and arms.
"I am so sorry, Erin." he apologized.
"I knew she would say stuff, but...that was just..."

Erin glared at Carissa, who was where she came from, and looking at her, laughing with her posse.
"That was just rude." she said flatly.
Erin walked around Brandon.
"I'll be right back." she told him.

"Erin?!" Brandon called to her.

Erin only smiled to him, and slipped into a crowd.

Erin walked calmly around a group of girls who were chatting about some guy who was with a new girl on the dance floor. Then, she passed a group of smokers in the corner and wondered if Camp Harvey! had a policy on smoking.
Finally she made her way around to Carissa's group, and tapped on her shoulder.

Carissa turned around, her pink lip gloss chunked onto her lips, and glittering in the disco light.
When she recognized her, Carissa groaned.
"Geez, girl, what do I need to do to get rid of you?" she asked.
"I mean..Brandon just wants you for your goods." she added, throwing a hand to her hip.

Erin smiled. "I know. And...you're just rude." she said, grabbing a cup from the guy next to her, and promptly stepped up to Carissa, adding, "Just thought I'd let you know, that drink was extremely cold." and then poured the drink down Carissa's cleavage.

Carissa, of course she did, let out a high pitched scream, and the guy Erin had stolen the drink from busted out laughing, causing a ripple effect, and soon enough, everyone in the cabin figured out what Erin had done to Carissa.

Carissa looked up, her face mixed with rage, fury and embarrassment.
Erin pointed a threatening finger at Carissa.
"Don't ever do that again," she told her, almost feeling bad for what she did.
"Okay?" she added rhetorically, and walked back to Brandon.

Brandon just stared at Erin, who gathered her jacket, and cell phone from the table.
"Take me home?" she asked, and Brandon nodded, and looped her arm through his, giving Carissa one last satisfied smile and walked after his date.

Brandon opened the door for her and pushed a guy with a cigarette out of Erin's way.

"That was....amazing!" Brandon told her.

Erin looked at him.
"How so?" she asked.
"All I did was pour some Dr. Pepper down her shirt because she was such a jerk earlier." she added.

Brandon nodded.
"I know. And it was great."

Erin smiled.
Once they got to her dorm, she said, "Thanks. For everything. I mean...I enjoyed tonight. Even though that Carly-issa girl ruined it a little a the end."

Brandon took her hand, and brought it to his lips.
"It was my pleasure." he told her, and kissed her hand.

Erin grinned, leaned forward, and pecked his lips.
"See you around," she said to him, and walked in the door without a good-bye.
She turned and locked it quickly, thanking God that the date was over, and she silently promised herself she'd never go out with him again.
Best to stay away from all the drama she possibly could.