Chapter 17: Zatanna

It was barely the second day of camp and I was already feeling miserable. Roy was constantly on my back about telling the truth and letting him know exactly what the hell was going on, all the girls seemed to be addicted to the nightly game of Truth or Dare and trying to get Roy and I to kiss, the boys seemed to be having a great time making fun of Roy for his 'addiction' to me, which wasn't even real, and I was going through hell trying to decide what to do about the whole Aaron-Cathryn-Him thing. Let's just say it wasn't as easy as it seemed.

Being Wally's flirtatious self, Roy finally fell into taking the boys into town to see if they could get a phone number or two or even dip their feet into the water a little, which to me sounded completely disgusting, but I didn't say anything.

After Roy's little comment to me, I decided that since all the boys were going girl fishing, I'd take the girls to the mall or somewhere they could let off a little steam. Artemis had suggested a boxing tournament, but there was no way in hell I was taking any of them there after what I had been through. Eventually, after a thousand discussions about restaurants, malls, and gardens, the girls finally decided for me to take them to a small museum. And made me drop them off and leave them alone. I didn't understand if it was just their thought about my age or the fact that I wasn't like them, but I shook it off and decided to meet Roy at the mall parking lot, since the guys had told him that he couldn't come in with them for the sake of actually getting a girl's attention.

I laughed when I saw Roy in the front seat, practically stalking the guys from the window in the food court. I parked the car and hopped in the front seat, looking up to try to see what Roy was exactly looking at through his binoculars.

"Okay, question. Are you looking at the women or how the guys are treating them?"

"What do you think?"

"I honestly don't know." I said. Roy laughed.

"See, you are naive." I rolled my eyes.

"Wow, I never realized how much of a dick you actually are." Roy put the binoculars down and stared at me.

"Never ever say that again." I laughed.

"What? The word or the phrase?"

"Both." I laughed.

"See! You are a dick!" Roy sighed.

"Are you like engaged with that word or something, because if you are, I have so many things to say to you." I laughed.

"No, I'm not engaged to it. But I wouldn't be surprised if you were engaged to another word in the same category."

"What? Breasts?" I laughed.

"No, vagina."

"Oh, God. You're just going to keep on pushing it aren't you." I laughed.

"Probably. Beware." Roy rolled his eyes. "Anyway, enjoying your peace and quiet?"

"No, not really. I'd rather be hitting on that blonde up there." I looked up.

"Holy shit! That's my mother!" I said.

"What?" Roy screamed. I laughed hysterically.

"Oh, I got you good." I said. Roy groaned as he hit the steering wheel.

"What the hell is your problem?"

"My problem is my problem, remember."

"God, you are so damn stubborn."

"No, not stubborn. Just a bitch." We were quiet.

"Okay, I need your help. Someone who was in this car nearly thirty minutes ago said that he was being made fun of at school."

"How am I supposed to help you exactly?"

"Experience? Have you ever been called names before?"

"Yes."

"How did you deal with them?"

"Beat them up."

"What did they exactly call you?"

"A lot of things. But, it doesn't matter anymore." We were quiet. "I should go pick up the girls now, they must be dying to get out of that museum." Roy laughed as I got out of the front seat.

"Let's just meet back at camp."

"Okay." I got back in my own rental car and quickly picked the girls up and driving back to the camp. We got there about an hour after I picked them up, seeing that there was a lot of traffic. Surprisingly, it was almost dark when we got back to camp and we ended up playing another round of Truth or Dare and a quick game of Would You Rather? And of course...they had to start with me.

The game was very PG rated this time, luckily, and it was quite easy to get through. Not once had anyone brought up something between Roy and I, fiction or non fiction, which really improved my day. Honestly, I had expected another hellish day seeing that my last few weeks had been hell in themselves. But this one seemed to be more relaxed and calm, even after all the driving and old rock music. I mean I wasn't against old rock music at all, I just didn't care for it as much as current pop or rock itself.

"So, question. What's your favorite color?" Zatanna asked me while I was slipping into my sleeping bag. I sighed.

"Probably black, especially on days where I don't want to be seen, but I also have a weird love for metallic colors like silver and gold, they just pop out at me." Zatanna laughed.

"I love metallic colors, mostly silver and gold, but not like those weird plum colors that are awkwardly shiny and sparkly, you know."

"Oh, God. I love those colors. Anything dark, I love. The only exception is probably white and neon green. I sometimes just have this need to wear a neon green accessory or something like that, and that's saying something since I'm not really a girly girl."

"I am so a girly girly. I mean pink, love it. It's definitely something that I couldn't live without." I laughed as Zatanna yawned. "We should get to bed."

"No kidding, you need your rest, girl."

"So do you."

"I'm not the one still growing." Zatanna laughed.

"Fine, I'll give you that one." Zatanna said as I turned off the flashlight and pulled up my sleeping bag. I was tired, and I had to admit that. I almost didn't even want to talk to Zatanna. But after that talk with her, I felt more in touch with her. And that scared me, it scared me really bad.