Wassup peeps. I'm finally adding to this book. So get ready.
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What was left of the campers all sat around the campfire. It was a dark Wawanakwa night and everyone was glad to have the weekend off of crazy challenges. Trent had his guitar and was softly strumming it, while Gwen was sitting beside him with her chin in her hands, gazing up at him with starry black as coal eyes. Leshawna was braiding her hair in small tight little braids.
"Will you quit trying to force your weave on everyone?" Heather scoffed, looking up from filing her nails.
"Will you quit hatin' on the weave?" Leshawna retorted, glaring at the pale skinny girl across from her. "And girl, get to know your hair. This ain't no weave. This is the real deal. I'm only braiding. Any of you rich bitches could braid."
"Pfft whatever," Heather replied. She leaned to her right and whispered something in Duncan's ear, making him burst out laughing.
"Whatcha sayin' about me?" Leshawna said in response to Duncan's chuckling. Heather glared at the two of them and Duncan just shook his head.
"Relax. It wasn't even about you," he smoothly lied. Heather grinned before returning to her nails. No one else made a sound. Except for the occasional sighs or groans that just tend to escape a teenager's throat. Courtney was the main one that kept sighing. She was on Duncan's right, so close that their hips were touching. Bridgette and Geoff were on the log next to Courtney, Duncan, and Heather's. The two were laughing together. Obviously flirting. Anyone could see it. Courtney let out a louder more distressed sigh, but luckily no one paid attention to it or noticed it. Duncan did, however. He leaned towards her and whispered into her ear. "What's the matter, Princess? Wishing you had me to yourself?"
"Ha! Yeah right..." she whispered back. Her face was expressing blankness. Her eyes, on the other hand, were sad. Then she mumbled something else very quietly. "Maybe..."
Duncan just looked up at her. He didn't even make a joke, but he heard what she said and he could see what was in her eyes. In her eyes, hidden deep, was some sort of inner sadness. He wished he could pinpoint what exactly, but he couldn't. He also wished he could sneak away with her, but that'd be the one thing these people would notice. Suddenly, he felt someone tug his arm and he fell off of the log. He looked up and saw Heather. She put her finger to her lips for him to be quiet and pulled him for a couple more yards before stopping and pulling him to his feet. They could still see the others, no one seemed to notice them, except Courtney. She was staring at them with worry and surprise.
"What do you want?" Duncan asked Heather quietly.
"Okay as weird as this sounds, you're the only person here I can trust and I need to talk to you." she replied, her arms crossed.
"Uhh okay."
Heather sighed. "Why are you here?"
"Excuse me? I thought you said you needed to talk," Duncan retorted, slightly annoyed.
"I know I know. It's just...I don't know. I didn't come on my free will. My parents signed me up because they're tired of me and one night they came into my room and told me to pack. The next day, I was taken to a bus stop and given money and a ticket along with the camp's brochure. I read it on the ride and learned of the dollar prize. I'm here to win, but you seem here for another reason. Like you were also forced here, maybe on good behavior, but you've fallen in love haven't you?" Heather explained. She looked at him intently. Duncan stared at her strangely. He was beyond confused.
