Summer Camp

f o u r

chapter four

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"the only real friends you have, are the ones that never give up on you, even if you have"

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I was officially the worst friend ever.

Granted, I had never been the best either, but still...

I honestly sucked so much right now, I wanted to bang my head against the wall.

But, as much as I felt guilty I still couldn't bring myself to call Trey back.

I had never broken down like that in front of anyone.

Ugh Shey. You idiot.

I didn't understand what was wrong with me. I didn't want to be treated this way, but... maybe I should be.

What if... I could never move on? What if-

"Shey? Sweetie, can I come in?"

I held my breath at my mother's voice, wiped the tears from my face and hoped it wasn't too obvious I had just cried.

Showing weakness wasn't something I enjoyed.

"Yeah, come in."

I tried to look busy at my desk, but honestly my pathetic attempt couldn't have looked convincing.

"Alright, what happened?"

I wasn't sure wether to be grateful for such an attentive mother or not.

Deciding, I should, I proceeded in telling her.

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"Is it weird having moved here in the middle of the school year? Well,
actually the end of the school year?"

Lisa looked at me, a thoughful look on her face.

"Yeah... I guess. But, honestly I've tried to just push it away. Moving here, especially so suddenly, kinda sucks, but maybe it's gonna be good for me. I miss the routine though. And my friends. I don't really have any familiarity here."

I bit my cheek, not wanting to meet her eyes.

What's with me and spilling my feelings lately?

"Oh. I'd say I get it, but I don't."

I nodded and the honesty was refreshing.

She cleared her throat, no trace of the previous conversation on her face.

"Anyways, since summer break is around the corner and you're kinda in a feud with Parker, I'd like to tell you more about my friends, who--of course--will be on your side in this turf war. Parker is just being an overreacting dick that's all."

I snorted.

"You do know, that this isn't a war, never mind a turf one?"

"Shut up, I've always wanted to say that. So anyways, there's Max Ellis," she continued on as I chuckled, "he's been here for a few months. At first he was kind of this outsider, but the boys took him in and he's a really nice guy. He just transferred here from England and honestly, I get that this school is actually really good, but oh my God! England! Those accents... I don't care, I love them."