Abigail Hinson was born and raised in London, England. She moves to the states for college with her twin brother, Max and his best friend, Alex. When Abi runs into some trouble with the law, she is sent to a camp for "Troubled Teens." Camp Redwall...
"Seriously guys, I'll be fine," I lied to Alex and Max. I sure as hell didn't want to be here, but I didn't want them here either. I didn't need for either of them to make an impression on anyone before I even meet my roommates. Max pulled me into a hug.
"I love you," he whispered. I nodded and he walked back to the car, before getting in, I called for his attention.
"MAX!" He turned to me. "I love you!" He smiled and got in the car. My phone buzzed and I got a Snapchat notification.
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Alex grabbed my shoulders and I looked up to him, slipping my phone back into my pocket.
"Be careful, alright?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face down to me, pressing his lips to mine. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me back.
"That's enough you two!" A loud voice said right next to us. We broke apart, confused.
"And you are?" I snarled at him, instantly regretting it, seeing as he was much bigger than me and Alex.
"Camp Counselor: Billy Moore." He stuck his hand out. I grabbed his hand and gave him a very firm handshake. I smiled.
"Anyway, can you tell me why you-"
"ALEX! LET'S GO!" Max yelled, interrupting me. I turned back around and kissed him.
"See you in a bit." He hugged me and walked away. I turned to Billy.
"As I was saying, why did you interrupt us? Is that like a rule here or some shit?"
"Yes. It is. But before we get to that, I'll have Erik show you around. He's been here longer than most," Billy said, sounding regretful. "ERIK!" He motioned for a semi- tall, blonde boy with two tattoo sleeves on his arms. His left arm was a full sleeve and the right was from the elbow down. He had brown eyes and eyebrows, clearly showing his hair was not naturally that blonde. It was almost lighter than Corbyn Besson's blonde. His arms were showing through his black t-shirt. He was pretty attractive, if I do say so myself.
"What do you want, Billy?" He sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Please show Miss..." he trailed off not knowing my name.
"Abigail Hinson." I answered for him. "And you must be Erik?" I stuck my hand out to the tall blonde. He smirked, shaking me hand, letting it linger a little longer than it should have.
"You want me to show her around?" Erik asked, not breaking eye or hand contact with me.
"Yes please. And you know the rules, Erik." He rolled his eyes and pulled me to the "Grand Tour" as he called it.
