𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳 ~ [𝘋𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘹 𝘖𝘊]

⇒ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ

Gwen seemed more than pleased that David and I had sorted things out when we returned back to camp. If anything, the experience had brought us closer together, though my stomach had started a weird fluttering habit whenever he was around. It was weird and I didn't like it.

Only a few days had passed since the camping trip, but the two of us had immediately been thrown back into work, spending more and more time focusing on a camper individually and whatever camp they signed up for. We split our time this week so that I'd help Nikki and Nerris. This consisted of a lot of outdoor activities with the teal haired girl, and playing DnD with the self proclaimed sorcerer. I'd never played or LARPed before, but in all honesty, I was growing to enjoy it, and Nerris seemed to love my company and having someone to play with.

Today was Friday. And that meant that all three of us counsellors needed to bound together for today's session. It was down on the rota that today's camper was Nurf. That alone would prove difficult, especially with the added fact that he hadn't signed up for a camp, but his parents had. Correctional Behaviour Camp, with the Camp Campbell resident bully. It was going to be a fun one.

"We knew this day would come!" Gwen exclaimed, pacing the counsellor's cabin with clenched fists. The way she was talking made it seem like we were going on a suicide mission. We probably were.

"I don't know if I can do this, guys. Camp is supposed to be about learning and having fun." David looked more terrified than me and the other counsellor put together.

"Well we're gonna learn that little shit some manners, because we are contractually obligated to!" Gwen insisted, trying to rally the two of us.

"I know this really isn't that time but it's bugging me how grammatically incorrect that sentence was." I added, trying to lighten the situation a little.

"Shut up, Avery!"

"Sorry, got it." I didn't really expect my comment to be appreciated in such a high stress situation anyway.

"I'm not tough enough to run a bootcamp." David complained, looking at his feet in dismay. A sudden sound like nails on a chalkboard sliced through the air. Looking up, I saw my guess was pretty close. Hook on a chalkboard.

"Thank you." Max said handing QM his hand attachment back. How long had he been there? I don't remember any of us letting him in. "You may not be tough enough to run a bootcamp, but I can teach you."

"Teach him?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You gotta be mean, gotta be hard. Stop letting kids like Nurf walk all over you. There's only one camper at Camp Campbell worse than Nurf, and it's me." He added.

"What do you want?" Gwen narrowed her purplish eyes, suspicious of the boy's intent.

"Double dessert, no activities for a week and David's social security number." Max smirked wickedly.

"David's what?" I blinked, not quite sure I'd heard correctly.

"Done." My co-worker agreed.

"GWEN?!" The redhead, rightly so, didn't seem to keen on giving the ten year old his social security number.

"Shut up, David!"

"Okay..." He gave up sadly.

"NO!" The boy in the blue hoodie yelled. "You can't just back down the moment someone gets in your face, idiot!"

"He's right! We can't do this alone, so you need to pull yourself together!" I grabbed the turquoise eyed man by the shoulders shaking him slightly. Something clicked in his eyes.