Its bitter cold in the cabin as if someone had left the door open all night. I clutch onto my sheet and keep it as tight to my body as I possibly can. I catch Jason walking past my bed in nothing but PJ bottoms and a short-sleeve t-shirt. "How are you not freezing?" I say, slipping away from the warm covers.

"I like the cold," he says. He has always been one to open windows on a snowy day and walk around in summer cloths. "But I wasn't the one who opened the door last night," he defends himself and jesters to the entrance that is propped open with a suit case.

"That was me." I hear Nate's voice from behind me. I turn around to see him getting up from his pillow and hanging his feet over the edge of his bed. He's got a baggy sweatshirt on. "I must have accidently left it open when I left for a little while last night."

"No leaving cabins after dark Mr." Jason points to him as he walks across the room and makes his way to the bathroom. I can't tell if he was mocking the camp rules or just being Jason.

"Was he being serious?" Nate looks at me to my surprise.

"It speaks." I don't mean for my tone to sound so wicked, but I'm upset. He looks away awkwardly.

"Sorry," his voice is groggy and his eyes are fixed on his fidgeting hands. "…I didn't know what to do."

"Look, I'm sor-"

"I told you not to apologize," he interrupts. "I kissed you, remember?" His voice falls to a nervous whisper to ensure that Jason can't hear us.

Jason casually walks out of the bathroom and startles both of us. "What's got you two all worked up?" He asks with a giggle. To my-and probably Nate's-relief, he apparently didn't hear a thing. He doesn't wait for an answer and goes into his next topic; "I have to talk to Brown about the next Beach Jam today. Could you guys remind me so I don't forget?"

"Actually," Nate walks over to Jason, "Brown wanted to talk to you early. You probably want to get to his office sooner rather than later."

Is he actually trying to get rid of Jason?

Falling for Nate's fib, Jason gets dressed quickly and leaves. Nate turns around and leans on the door, standing awkwardly. This entire time I've been sitting on the edge of my bunk.

"Did my uncle actually want to talk to him right now?" I ask.

He steps closer and sits next to me, ready to say something. "Okay, I didn't… um… I mean…" he gracelessly stutters through every word. "Yesterday… wasn't supposed to happen like that." I don't say anything; just keep listening. "I don't want us to be anything but friends," he tells me.

I didn't expect anything more but to hear him say it out loud stings like a twisted dagger. "Then why did you kiss me?" I whisper. It's a stupid question that I want to beat myself up for but I just had to know.

A loud, stress filled sigh draws from his lungs, and then he speaks his answer underneath his breath. "I wanted to know what it would be like…"

Speechless. He thinks of me as some sort of hit 'n run. I've been treated like a toy.

"Shane-"

"So that's it?" I disrupt, rising from my hold.

"What do you mean?" He stands too, so we're face to face.

Nate's always been about himself; changing things to the way he wants them and only telling his side of the story. That's why it never occurred to him how embarrassing this might be for me or the fact that the whole camp-then the whole world-could've found out about this.

My throat clenches and tears start to choke up in my eyes but I hold them back the best I can. "You just use me like your own experiment and now you want everything to be normal again. My ex-girlfriend thinks I'm dating her nemesis, meanwhile I'm working up the audacity to confess my true feelings to you and you want us to be friends. My apologies, but it's too hard for me to be friends with the guy who just found out that I'm in love with him!"