Conversation Camp [GxG]

Fourteen: Confessions and Apologies

Sam's POV

I don't understand why Victoria got so angry. It was the right thing to do, right?

"Hey, are you good?" Carson asks me when I arrive where we all were sitting. He had been lying down before I came, and now he props himself up on his elbows to study me.

"Yeah, I'm great," I say. He stares at me for a second longer.

"Are you sure?" He says. "You seem . . . off."

I run my fingers through my hair and groan, letting my head fall into my hands.

"I'm great. I'm amazing. Everything's perfect, Carson."

He squints at me. "I don't really get what you're . . . "

"Never mind."

A megaphone screeches and I follow the sound with my eyes. There's a crowd of people around one of the lifeguard highchairs and Kim's at the center with a clipboard. Two more buses arrive and kids file out, some joining the group with Kim and some setting towels and blankets down near us.

Then Deavon comes out of nowhere. "Hey, Carson," Deavon says. He hits Carson on the arm. Carson sits up and rubs his arm.

"Hey." He says.

"You see that chick over there?" Deavon says and he points to a brunette in a pink swimsuit that looks way too small for her, lying on a towel a few feet away from us. "Think I can get her number?"

"I think you can try," I say.

"She just won't text you back," Carson says.

Deavon frowns. "One day, you'll all be sorry you didn't follow my lead."

"We don't need to follow your lead, Deavon," Carson grins.

Deavon shoves him. "You don't have to be cocky about it just because you bagged the girl we got stranded with."

Carson frowns. "Why does everyone keep saying that? I don't like Vic like that, and she doesn't like me. We will never be a thing, end of story."

"Oh, so she's free?"

Carson sighs. "Yes, I think she might be."

"Great." He grins like a maniac. "Speaking of that hot chick, she's up."

I roll my eyes, wishing they would stop talking about her.

I hadn't realized they had started the competitions, but he was right, it was Victoria's turn to compete. We watch as she slips into the water and starts her race, easily smoking everyone. Of course, she's great at swimming; she's amazing at everything.

"Damn, hot chick is fast," Deavon says, ogling her.

"Stop calling her that."

They both turn to me. "Why?"

"Just stop," I say, looking straight ahead and watching her finish her race.

She gets out of the pool and goes to the judges' table, looking at her results. Three girls rush over to her as she walks back onto the sand, and she smiles as they congratulate her. Deavon jumps up and jogs over to her. He starts talking to her, and she looks severely disinterested as she listens to whatever he's saying. It appears that she stops listening after a few seconds and she zones out, letting her eyes wander around the beach. Her eyes land on mine, but her expression is unreadable. She breaks eye contact.

***

Victoria's POV

"You're smart for turning him down," Stacey says as we walk back to our spot. "You deserve better than that goofball."