Secretdates Stories

Seventeen-year-old Cassie is less than ecstatic about being forced into working as a counsellor at her aunt's struggling camp for the summer. At first, the camp is the complete opposite of her ideal summer of doing nothing; especially with the anniversary of her dad's death looming. But Cassie had no idea that being a counsellor involved crazy revenge plots on the camp's competitor, so many milkshakes and secret dates with the boy from across the lake. Maybe a summer at camp won't be so bad after all. Join Cassie as she navigates her way through new friendships, helping to enact revenge for the camp and trying to keep her relationship with the boy across the lake a secret from her friends all while caring for the adorable campers. This is a light-hearted, fun read about a summer of love and friendship. *2nd place in The Ever After Awards - Spontaneous group 2020*

What happens when the new girl has a secret that the most popular girl in school finds out? The question is, will she keep the secret and if she does how long will it last? Why don't you read to find out? ******** I was trying to concentrate on what my teacher was writing on the board but all I could think of was what Mr. Schmid has said about how writing a love story is supposed to be when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Matt: Have u told anyone yet? Me: No and I don't plan too Matt: Why people here knew, what so differ bout there? Me: look IDK many people here I don't want them to judge me Matt: Why!? What so bad bout liking girls 2? I decided I had enough of this conversation so now my plan is to simply ignore him, just to spite him. Then my phone buzzed again so I took it out and looked at it. Matt: Hello? Matt: I asked u a question Matt: I know u read my text It said so Matt: r u ignoring me Matt: I'll take that as a yes, fine b that way I DON'T CARE ANYWAY! Matt: ok I take that back talk to me PLEASE!!! Me: no I just simply put my phone gently into my bag just out of range for me to get a message, oh what a shame. After a few pages of notes later, the bell at last rings. While I pack my things to head to lunch a voice whispers in my ear "I know your secret. Meet me in private music room number eight in five minutes." My whole body goes cold and freezes at those words.