Summer Camp

Secret's Out

CHAPTER 15: Secret's Out

I woke up because someone was violently shaking me.

"Wake the hell up you moron," the culprit whispered. I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes to the dark, hazy vision in front of me. Oh, it's my hair.

Sitting up in bed, I pushed away my hair and yawned, finally getting a glimpse of who was in front of me.

"Ashley?"

"Listen, we have to talk."

"Okay," I mumbled, "so talk."

"Well obviously not here. Honestly, you are as dumb as a bitch. C'mon, get up."

She started walking away, leaving me confused. What the fuck....

I threw on a sweater and slipped into my sandals before following Ashley outside.

"By the way," she said, a few steps ahead of me, "you look like shit."

"Gee, thanks."

A few minutes later, we arrived at the camp office. She led me through the hallway that led outside, to the front of the camp, but she opened a door right before we reached the end of the hallway.

This is the door Nick came out of  on that first day I was here....

"Get in," she ordered, closing the door shortly after I did as told. Looking around, I realized this was an office. Quite a spacious office, too. It was warmer, and not just temperature wise. The brown and beige colors were welcoming, and there was a faint smell of apples and cinnamon. Towards the back wall, there was a desk with a closed laptop on it, along with some papers stacked on top of folders and a few pens in a little wooden cup.

There seemed to be bookshelves all around, and colorful covers stacked neatly inside. To my far right, there was a bathroom, and a sofa in front of the desk, with a huge (wait for it) platform TV that hung right above the sideboard TV stand. Because it just HAD to be hung up on the wall. And in it's place, instead of holding a TV like it should, the stand had a few picture frames with what looked like family photos in them.

Hek, this looked more like a small lounge.

"Sit," Ashley told me as she jumped onto the sofa comfortably.

"What... is this?" I questioned, sitting next to her on the sofa. From this new view, I saw a minifridge taking the place of about two bookshelves on the bottom.

"My dad's office," she simply responded, sitting up straight after that.

"What time is it? Why are we even here?"

"Listen," she told me intently, and I knew whatever she was going to say, it would be serious. "It's five in the morning-"

"FIVE?!" my voice rose, Ashley hushing me down soon after.

"My dad walks into his office at seven thirty each morning. which means we have about.... two hours and fifteen minutes to figure this out."

"Figure what out?"

Ashley looked at me before sighing deeply. "Your mom and my dad hooked up."

"WHA-"

She covered my mouth before I could scream anything out.

"I know, ew."

I removed her hand. "How do you even know this?!"

"I noticed he was being more secretive, and perkier than usual. So of course, being the concerned daughter I am, I started to investigate. They've had a few dates, I read it in his notes. Okay, remember the ball? The Masquerade Ball where you and Ally decided to go all 'Britney' on us-"