Camp Pinewood ~Book 2~

Prologue

 It's been two years since Sydney Greene broke my heart and walked away from me. Two years since I was the nineteen year old boy who was arrested for Brandon Faye's murder after said girl turned me in. Two years since I was last at Camp Pinewood. Two years since cabin 13.

And now I'm going back.

After Sydney turned me in with a tape of Alyssa's confession, my life has been hell. Apparently the confession wasn't enough to get me convicted since any DNA the police had was long gone, but it was enough to land me on parole for the last two years. On top of an endless amount of community service and serving 6 months in jail (the maximum for a misdemeanor) I now had to return to Camp Pinewood to serve out the rest of my punishment.

As a camp counselor.

The last thing that I wanted to do was return to the place where my heart was broken and my life started its downward spiral. There were too many memories of Sydney that I wanted to forget and being there would force me to relive them. For a while after my arrest I hated Sydney. I mean it was one thing for her to break up with me, but it's a completely other thing for her to turn me in too. Were my lies really that extreme that she felt the need to ruin my life!

But sometime during my jail sentence those feelings of hate turned back into feelings of love and regret. The solitude made me remember her smile, her laugh, her stormy grey eyes, and her bad ass personality. It was torture. What made it worst was that I knew I would never see her again. And I knew that she'd hate me forever.

"Alright, you're here." My parole officer, Greg, broke me out of my thoughts. The balding 40 year old man turned around in his seat and glared at me. "Remember you can't get in trouble once or else you're back in jail. And you have to check in with me regularly."

I rolled my eyes. "I know, you told me yesterday and then you told me before we got in the car."

"Hey, I'm just trying to help you out kid." He defended before getting out of the car. He took out my suitcase before letting me out and removing my handcuffs.

Once I was free I rubbed my tender wrists and took a look around. Camp Pinewood was actually unrecognizable. The sign of the camp was the same but that was about it. The once brown wood was now painted white; the doors were painted red, and the windows and shutters black.

"I thought you said this place was a dump." Greg acknowledged.

"It was two years ago." I told him.

I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the front office to get my schedule and my cabin assignment.

"Remember what I said." Greg called after me.

I stuck up my middle finger and walked into the office. I had just found my information packet when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Jesse Peirce, long time no see."

I turned around, getting my hopes up at hearing the feminine voice, but was disappointed when I came face to face with a blonde instead of a brunette.

"Alyssa." I breathed taking her in. She had let her blonde hair grow out so it was now falling past her waist, her eyes were hidden behind a pair of over-sized black shades, and she was wearing a pair of jeans with a long sleeved button up.

"What are you doing here?" She asked me with a wide smile on her face.

"I'm a counselor now as part of my parole." I informed.

I was a little pissed at Alyssa because while I got stuck with parole for two years, she got off free because of her family's wealth. Her parents hired a top notch lawyer and although there was a confession of Alyssa saying that she hid Brandon's body, her lawyer turned it around and claimed that she did so because she feared for her life. Apparently I was going to kill her if she didn't do as I said.

What a load of bullshit.

"Why are you here?" I questioned.

She smirked. "Didn't you hear, I own the place now?"

"What happened to your parents?"

The smirk fell off of Alyssa's face. "They died in a boating accident a few months ago."

"Damn, I'm sorry." I offered.

"It's cool." Alyssa wiped a few tears away. "Anyways, now I can distract myself by taking over the camp. I'm officially the director and owner."

"Nice..." I trailed off awkwardly. I didn't know what to say at that point.

"Yeah, I'm gonna let you get settled in but I'll see you later ok? I really hope we can reconnect this summer Jesse, I've missed you." She ran her hand down my arm before walking away.

This is going to be a long summer, I thought as I watched her leave.