Camp Hazelbrooke

Chapter 6

"Uh-h-h-hi," I muttered, blushing madly.

Fuck, Spencer bring it together! What was possibly making me so jittery and nervous all of a sudden?

Its Hunter shouted the little voice in my mind. I told it to shut up.

Suddenly, I felt hot breath come in contact with my ear causing me to shiver.

"You wanna be my partner?" whispered Hunter into my ear as the director chatted away happily. I gulped before I whispered back a sure.

I felt him move away and I shuddered before glancing back up at the councilor who was still talking into thin air.

My only thoughts were what in the actual fuck just happened?

Why was I so affected by such a little gesture that meant absolutely nothing in comparison to the rest of the world?

Being a teenage girl with hormones didn't make the situation any better.

I let out a shaky breath as the councilor finally stopped talking and began to walk towards the canoes.

I'm not sure why, but nobody made a move to follow him. We all simply stood there looking like deer caught in headlights.

He turned around and shouted, "Get a move on, you lazy bums!" though I take it he wanted to use some other... word choice.

I snickered as the mob of campers, including Hunter and I, made our way to the lake's edge.

Everyone then parted their separate ways, including Aaron and Gwen who went to the left and Natalia and some super buff guy walking to the right, leaving Hunter and I alone.

I stood rooted to the spot as Hunter walked over to a single canoe tipped on its side. He turned around when he finally noticed I wasn't following him.

"Wow, you really weren't listening to Director Thomas were you?" he said chuckling.

I dipped my head down in embarrassment, while mumbled a pitiful "I was".

Clearly, as any normal person could see, I wasn't. But he didn't need to know that.

"Come on," he said motioning for me to walk towards him.

I shot him a 'what the fuck' look and he just laughed and tossed me an orange lifejacket.

Correction, the life jacket wasn't orange it was inmate orange, according to the itchy tag.

I chuckled to myself as I watched Hunter attempt to move the canoe from solid ground to the clear waters of the lake.

To put it nicely, he was failing miserably. But apparently it would ruin his pride if I even attempted to help.

"So, are we going to wait around all day for you to move the damn canoe or are you going to let me help you?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

I heard an overly exaggerated sigh before his voice filled the air with a simple, "I guess so, Spencer."

While ignoring the ever present stomach butterflies, I stepped next to him and helped him drag the canoe into the lake.

Turns out the canoe was pretty heavy after all.

"See, it wasn't that hard," I mocked as I tentatively stepped into the wooden canoe.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Spencer," he muttered stepping in after me.

I then turned around to see if he was ready to start paddling when I felt a large, not to mention muscular, body fall on top of me.

I mumbled something along the lines of 'Get off me you fatass!' but it came out along the lines of a strange mumble of incoherent gibberish.

I opened my eyes to see a pair of mocha colored ones staring into the depths of my soul.

Not really but it felt like it, okay.

"I'm so sorry Spencer!" Hunter said, perhaps a bit too flirtatious, as he attempted to get up.

Half of me thought that he did it on purpose but the other half of me (the smarter, more sensible side mined you) mentally slapped myself for thinking such foolish thoughts.

"Oh god this is so cliché!"

A few seconds later only an "Oh" was heard.

I suppose he got the Frozen reference then.

I chuckled as I turned around and picked up the plastic inmate orange paddle. "Guess they couldn't trust us with real ones."

"I know right, it's not like we’re going to murder someone with one!" Hunter shouted behind me as we began to paddle in sync. 

"Death by canoe paddle," I muttered. "Sounds wonderful!"

-

It turns out canoeing is a lot harder than I imagined. 

For about a good 20 minutes or so all Hunter and I did was row around in a pitiful circle while the others sped by, including good old Snotbag.

Who knew the kid could paddle one-hundred freaking miles per hours?

Nonetheless, we finally managed to paddle into the center of the lake and get stuck. How? I don't have a fucking clue.

The currents of the lake (and apparently they do have currents) kept pushing us back in the middle as soon as we attempted to paddle in another direction.

Either I deeply pissed of the lake gods or today was simply not my day. 

Oh, who am I kidding? It's never my day. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Hunter got an idea. However, looking back, it was not a good one.

"How about you paddle in one direction while I paddle in the other?" He shouted from behind me. 

I shrugged my shoulders and told him it was worth a shot. 

Simultaneously, we both began to paddle opposite of the direction the other was going in. 

And that’s when it all went downhill. 

The canoe started spinning, thanks to the paddling and the pms-ing water currents, causing me to drop my paddle in surprise along with Hunter a few seconds later.