Camp Hazelbrooke

Chapter 9

"You might want to run."

"You little motherfucker, I'm going to kill you!"

I don't know how this happened, nor do I want to find out. It simply started out as an innocent game of "catch Gwen and make her pay for what she did to my pants" but quickly turned into something more.

The three of us ended up sprawled across the sandy shore of the lake, gasping and out breath. Aaron was laughing too hard to notice the I'm-going-to-boil-you-in-a-pot-of-lava death glares I was shooting Gwen lying next to him.

I groaned, hoisting myself up so that I was leaning back on my arms. "Ugh, too much exercise for me." I complained.

Aaron snorted. Well, it wasn't really a snort considering he sounded like a dying beluga whale, but I wasn't one to judge (who am I kidding, of course I am). "Don't work out much, do you Spencer?"

"No," I replied. "I prefer sitting at home eating brownies while spending hours scrolling Tumblr and watching Teen Wolf." "Same," said Gwen, sitting up so that she was eye level with us.

I laughed. No wonder we got along so well. I looked around, basking in the warm summer rays. This place just may be somewhat bearable for the next few months.

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 I was shocked how quickly the first week passed. 

On Monday we went canoeing again, this time I kept at least 20 feet away from Hunter at all times. And I think that helped, seeing I didn't almost drown.

On Tuesday we went to arts and crafts. Dorky, I know right. However, by the end of the day I had learned that Aaron was a very good knitter. But that's a story for another time.

On Wednesday we went on a hike. But hiking is exercise and exercise and I do not get along. Let's just say I am way to out of shape to be getting lost in a woods for a day.

On Thursday it rained. When I say rained, I mean it poured. So much that walking to the pavilion to eat breakfast left us soaked to the bone. In the end, Gwen and I decided to stay inside our cabin and attempt to hack into the camp's Wi-Fi. Needless to say it failed tremendously. 

On Friday we played capture the flag. Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't the pathetic kind of capture the flag you and your friends played when you were five years old. It was a full on battle field. The team I was on lost, so we had to help clean up the pavilion after dinner. Gwen and Aaron are never going to let me live this down.

On Saturday I realized I had managed to avoid Hunter for an entire week, even though he was on my team for capture the flag. So let's just say my luck ran out when we were partnered up for the sing along at Saturday night's campfire. We had to sing a duet to Love is an Open Door, and we sounded just as bad as you'd think we would. 

On Sunday we were told we had a free day, so Gwen, Aaron and I decided to chill at the beach near the camp. We ended up looking like a bunch of rotten tomatoes. As we were walking back to camp, Gwen stated, "You know what, Spencer? We actually survived a week in hell!" I chuckled in response.

Now I only have to survive 2 more months and then I'm home free.