"Olivia." The girl swallowed. "Olivia Preece."
Jeremy looked down at the paper and scanned through the few names he'd had sitting there. Finally, he'd found her name on his sheet. This girl was the seventeen year old who'd faced many years of foster homes and endured sexual relationships with many men twice her age. There was a tang in his heart, as he felt slightly bad for this girl, having her experience such things in such a short amount of time. Though, she did dress for the occasions, it seemed. The outfit she was wearing now was a short black and white striped tube top dress, a washed denim jacket, and red converse high tops. It seemed she'd find the weather almost unbearable wearing those kinds of clothes, seeing as the temperatures could be mildly seventy degrees as a normal, but drastically rise to ninety or drop to fifty without warning.
"You're with me." His response stayed monotonous, just as it had when he'd spoken to the headmaster of the camp. Jeremy saw himself as a rather friendly person, but the way he spoke must have chased others away. He set the list down and walked forwards toward her. Once he was close, he extended his hand, as a formal greeting. "My name is Jeremy. I'll be your counselor for this summer." A small, gestural smile showed on his face.
To this, the girl's eyes nearly rolled out of her head, but she returned his gesture by gingerly shaking his hand, but quickly tucking her hand back under her arm, crossing them over her chest. She cocked her head to the side, making her dark brown hair shake out of her face. She didn't say anything in return, but just looked up at Jeremy with a blank expression on her face.
Jeremy breathed in, sucking the air in enough to make him stand up straighter. This was awkward, and Olivia apparently was not one of the talking variety. Then again, she'd just told him her name not moments before. Remembering her question from earlier when she was standing alone in his doorway, he inquired, "What did you need help with?"
"My parents got me here way too early." She chewed on her lip, looking down to fidget with a button on her jacket. "I came down here to see if you could direct me to my counselor... But I guess that's you," She spoke, not bothering to look up again. It was almost as if a male counselor was the number one last thing she could have ever wanted. He couldn't blame her, usually girls were more comfortable confiding in other girls. It never seemed to be a guy-girl thing, or vice versa. He felt that Olivia would have a harder time confiding in him as she was here to talk about her sexual experiences with older men, men older than himself.
Jeremy nodded, walking out of the door past her, slowly. He looked around down the hallways and laid eyes on luggage that had been left down at the corner of the hall entrance. "Is this yours?" He gestured his hand toward the few suitcases.
"Yeah," She spoke, turning and walking over to her bags. "I hope I didn't bring too much."
Jeremy followed behind her, walking up to her pile of bags. There was a large beige suitcase, a small Aztec printed backpack, and two matching black boxes. He pushed his eyebrows together, reaching down to pick up the boxes. Just as his fingers brushed on the surface of the box, Olivia quickly moved forward, taking the boxes from him.
"What are you doing?" She hissed, her friendly tone diminishing quickly.
This was the point where Jeremy realized he was going to have some issues with Olivia. He stood up and put his hands down at his sides. "Well, since I'm your counselor, it's my obligation to make sure you have nothing that could harm someone else or yourself while you're at camp. I just wanted to see what were in those two boxes."
Trying to think quickly was something that definitely spelled itself across Olivia's face. She looked down at the boxes and then back up at him, her brown eyes glistening as she thought. "If you must know," she started, her tone moving to being annoyed. "These are my tampons and pads."
"Let me see." Three simple words.
"No!" Olivia exclaimed, holding the boxes closer to her. She must have felt that if she held them any closer, they'd just become invisible. "I'm feeling violated right now. This is abuse of personal property, I can sue you for this!"
To this, Jeremy cracked a smile. This girl tried acting like she knew what she was talking about, as if it were going to stop him from checking. Due to the fact she was a minor, and he and the rest of the faculty were acting as parental figures for six weeks, going through personal property was a given to them, as it was their responsibility to make sure they broke their habits. "We can do this my way," he started calmly, his eyes falling heavily on hers to make eye contact. "Or we can just call security."
Olivia made a scowl that Jeremy couldn't quite make out, but she reluctantly handed him the two boxes. He set one down on the table besides him, and opened the other one. Laying on the inside of that box was a cell phone, a sticky note with multiple numbers, a bottle of pills that weren't prescribed to her, and a normal shaving razor. Jeremy scoffed and closed that box, setting it down on the table, and then opened the other one. Laying inside of that box were five or six decently sized sex toys and clippings of pictures of men that could easily have been in their late thirties to early fifties. Slowly, Jeremy closed the box and looked up to see a tomato-faced girl, trying to avoid eye contact with him. He blinked a few times and picked up the other box, shaking them a little.
"I'll have to confiscate these for the next six weeks. You can have them back after, but you and your parents were told these things are not allowed on the premises. You're here for us to fix this." He motioned to her other bags. "Pick those up and bring them into my office. We have to go to orientation soon. Just come back and grab your bags, and I'll show you to your room afterwards."
Jeremy walked down to his office, hearing a sigh behind him, the shuffling of feet and the rolling of wheels. Before she got into the room, he opened the top cabinet and slid the boxes inside on the top shelf, then locked the cabinet up just as she walked in. Facing her, he breathed in, his eyebrows slightly raising. She slowly rolled her large suitcase over to the side of his desk, and set the backpack down next to it. I'll go through those later. He thought to himself.
Five minutes with this girl and he already knew this summer would be a long one.
