Cabin 13 ~Book 1~

15

I hadn't seen Alyssa in a week.

And I don't mean that she moved into a different cabin or she was avoiding me. I mean that she has completely disappeared from camp grounds. She hasn't been to meals, she hasn't been back to the cabin, and she has collected her weekly pay-checks. The camp administration has even started to question the campers about her whereabouts which means that she hasn't been fired and she hasn't quit.

You would think that I would be happy, right? But I'm not. I just have this bad feeling that either something bad happened to her or she's planning to do something bad to me.

Right now I'm sitting by the lake with Jesse. He has his arms around me and is quietly singing a song that I didn't recognize in my ear. I wanted to just live in the moment and enjoy myself, but I couldn't. My mind was filled with thoughts of Alyssa and where she could possibly be.

"Have you heard from Alyssa recently?" I asked Jesse.

"Well that's random...um now that I think about it, no. Why?"

I shrugged. "I haven't seen her since the day that you sang the song over the intercom." I told him.

"Well then that's a good thing Syd, maybe she's finally taken the hint that I can't stand her." Jesse said.

"Maybe, but what if she's hurt. Or worse, what if she's planning something against us? The last time I saw her she had this weird, psychotic look in her eyes. It really freaked me out." I admitted.

"Listen, you don't have to worry about Alyssa. She's not going to hurt you, not as long as I'm around. Let's just focus on something else." Jesse whispered into my ear and pulled me closer.

We stayed like that for a while. Just being near him made me forget about all of my worries. It was like I was slowly losing myself and allowing Jesse to fill up the vacancy that was left. It was dangerous and had the possibly of making me dependent on him, but I didn't care. I wanted to be with him.

When the sun started to go down Jesse stood.

"Why don't we head to our place?" He suggested.

"Oh that sounds so romantic." I taunted. "Our place, which just so happens to be the cabin where a girl committed suicide."

"I actually kind of like that it has a morbid feel to it. It makes it unique, it makes it us." He spoke and pulled me to my feet.

Before I even had a chance to protest Jesse hoisted me in his arms and took off in a light jog towards the cabin.

"You don't have to carry me. You do realize that I have legs, don't you?"

"I like carrying you. You want to know why?" He asked.

"Why?" I humored him.

"Because me carrying you makes you closer to our final destination." He answered, his eyes aglow in the dark.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned. And that's when I felt it.

The tell- tale sign that let me know just how close Jesse wanted us to be. I felt his arousal press in me. I felt a crimson blush creep onto my cheeks. I pushed my face into Jesse's shirt to make sure that he couldn't see just how nervous his words made me.

Despite being a kickass bad girl...I'm a virgin. I'm sure that's really shocking seeing as I go to an alternative summer camp, but it's true. I mean sure, I've had boyfriends before, a bunch actually. And I've gone pretty far with most of them, but I haven't done the deed. We've never gone that far.

Except. This one time.

I was dating a guy (who shall remain nameless) that I really liked. We were fooling around in my bedroom, one thing led to another, and I found him trying to remove my jeans. At that point I wasn't ready for sex so I told him to stop. When he didn't I started to push him off of me. That's when he started to get angry and he refused to stop. I started screaming and my mom had just gotten home so she heard me. She pulled the guy off of me and called the police.

After almost being raped I was a little more cautious with men.

Which is exactly why Jesse's words intimidated me more than I've ever been in my whole life. What if I let him down? What if he doesn't date virgins? What if-

"What are you thinking about?" Jesse asked me.

I snapped out of my thoughts and noticed that I was now standing on my feet in front of Cabin 13 next to Jesse.

"Nothing," I shook my head, "Why do you ask?"

"Because you furrow your eyebrows and bite your lip when you're over analyzing something." Jesse informed and grinned. "It's kind of sexy."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

Jesse pushed the door open and gestured for me to enter.

"After you beautiful."