Camp Caniver

Chapter 4

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I hear multiple pairs of footsteps running towards me and I scramble to get my shorts. "No! Don't Come!" I yell. I keep my eyes on the snake while I hurriedly try to get my clothes back on. 

A voice from behind me says, "Too late." I snap my head in their direction and see all of the boys staring wide eyed at me. My cheeks are hot and so are the boys'. Why did they have to come? Why did I have to scream? Why did there have to be a snake? Dozens of questions run through my mind instantly. 

I yank my shorts up all the way then push past them,  careful not to look directly at any of them. I make it to the clearing. I debate on whether I should try to find my way back by myself, or hear them make fun of me. I don't want to hear them laugh at my banana shaped birthmark, or hear them tell me how girly my underwear is, but I stay anyway because who knows how lost I will get if I try to make my way back to camp alone. 

I brace myself for impact when they come meet me at the clearing. They approach me dangerously slow, as if I'm a lion that can pounce at any sudden movement. 

We all do this awkward stare down until the sassy boy compliments, "Nice bum." I don't want to laugh but I can't help it. I thought they were going to tease me and make the rest of this day a living hell, but instead he compliments my butt. 

 "What?" That say in sync. 

"Nothing, I just thought you would react differently." It's still pretty awkward so I suggest, "Can we uh, go back to camp."

Louis demands, "Definitely not. We just got here."

I make a small whimper, "But I really want to go back, please." I beg. He turns away and sits on a stump. Since he's not going to cooperate, I face a different boy and ask the same question. 

Zayn tells the other boys, "I'll take her back to camp. She'd probably get lost on her own." I almost deny his last sentence but honestly if  it was just me alone I would get lost, or not make it all the way back. "I might not come back." He smirks and starts to walk; I tag along. 

Once we get farther away from the clearing, I ask, "Why are you guys just hanging out in the woods?"

He doesn't look at me but answers, "Because we don't have to deal with the annoying counselors at camp." I gasp and he glances at me, "Don't tell me you like them, do you?"

In an attempt to save myself I stutter, "No, why would I."

"It's like they all try to be so happy all the time and play by every single rule."

"Well isn't that their job? They're supposed to make people follow the rules."

"Why don't we just drop the subject?'' I nod.

To start a new conversation I say, "So what's going on with your friend who's bringing the gun?"

"Oh later tonight, he's gonna come come to the front gate and give me the gun when everyone is sleeping. It's pretty simple actually."

"Cool. For some reason I thought it was going to be some super, top secret mission or something.'' We laugh. 

"Yeah, but remember, don't tell anyone about it." He reminds me.

"I won't. Promise." I hold out my pinkie to him, he just stares at it, as if confused. Not wanting to look like a fool, I grab his hand and wrap his pinkie around mine. "It's a pinkie promise." 

I unlatch our fingers as we keep on walking. "How much longer?" My feet aren't hurting, but I don't want to be walking forever. 

"Maybe half an hour. But if you pick up your pace we could get there in less." 

"What's wrong with my pace! You're not going any faster."

"I slowed down to walk with you." The hazel eyed boy tells. I cross my arms, pretending I'm mad, and walk much faster to be ahead of him.

I call back, "Who's the slow one now." I see him run past me. 

He looks back, "Still you." 

I went from speed walking to full on sprinting, in the blink of an eye. My breathing speeds up, and my legs start to burn. I'm not the fastest runner but I manage to almost catch up to him due to the adrenaline coursing through me. 

All that adrenaline I thought was sunning through my veins has wore off because I am pooped. "Zayn." I try to get out. I'm bending down with my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breathe. I am glad I didn't wear makeup because it would've been dripping off my face along with the sweat. 

"You really need to work out more." Zayn informs. 

I go upright again. "Whatever." I say, not having any other words.

"We should put you on a training program. Every morning I pull you out of your cabin to work out. First we could do cardio, then-"

"No thanks. I'm perfectly fine not having to wake up and force myself to work out." 

"Come on, it could be fun." He flashes me a smile that I can't say no to. I give in.

"What time would I have to wake up?" The trumpet that wakes everyone up is supposed to sound at 9, so I can imagine how early I would need to be up.

"Depends on how fast you can get ready. I'll be at your cabin at 6:15 to-"

"Woah, woah, woah. How about later?" The time he wants is too early. Also, I cannot let him see what cabin I'm in.

"But I want to get a nice two hour work out in." He pleads.

"Nope, I want a one hour work out, nothing more." I explain. 

He accepts defeat, "Fine." 

"Great. So I'll meet you near the flag at, 7:30." I smile. 

We walk back to camp talking about random topics that got into our head. Before we knew it, we were back at camp. We walk our separate ways. There's not many people out. I can see a few hanging out by the lake, but not many. You would've thought that people would be taking part in the activities. 

I see one of my fellow counselors and ask them where the showers are. He points out the way, introducing himself as Jeremy. I thank him, go to my cabin to grab some clothes and bathroom essentials, then head to the showers.

(Harry's POV)

"I think we should've told Zayn about her. She may have a nice bum, but she could turn on us any second." Lou tells me.

He has a point, "I just don't think we have anything to worry about. She's nice. She didn't try to shoo us away from the Counselor's spot, the other lady did."

"That other lady is her freaking mentor, Harry." he barks back, "She'll turn Eve into one of the clean cut, follow the rules counselors. Why would she be any different?"

''Whatever. I'm not gonna tell Zayn."

"Fine. If you won't then I will. She's probably tattling to the Head about how Zayn's getting a gun tonight." Louis rolls his eyes at me for what seems like the 60th time.

My eyes go wide, "He told her that."

"Yes. How do you think they met. She knocked down Zayn's BBs and had to help him pick them up." I relax again. She wouldn't tell. She's cool. 

He adds, "Why do you think she's so cool anyway?" His question catches me off guard.

"Um, I don't know. I just have a feeling she's not bad." I get out.

"If she's a cool counselor," He uses air quotes, "Then you will need to give some proof."

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