"Hey, we're going to watch a movie before we go to bed. You guys want to join?" Emily asked, opening the screen door to our cabin and popping her head out. A movie actually sounded kind of good then, so the girls and I quickly agreed before filing into the cabin.

"Where's Dallas?" Cindy asked, looking around us. "Wasn't he with you?"

"And what about Jesse?" Molly then asked, looking around us as well. "He was with you, too!"

I didn't get how she could have such a huge crush on Jesse. For Dallas it was understandable, but Jesse? Yeah, maybe he was kind of cute, but the way he acted took that all away from him. I didn't find him attractive at all, and I didn't get how Molly did.

"Dallas left, and so did Jesse," Lexi explained with a shrug, collapsing onto the couch as Yolanda put the DVD in the DVD player. "And good riddance to Jesse."

"Hey!" Molly cried, sounding offended. "Don't talk about Jesse that way!"

"And why shouldn't I? He's been harassing us for years," Lexi sighed, stretching out on the couch now. She was right, and I was sure Molly knew that. Jesse had been harassing us for years, and it seemed like it would never end. But it had to sometime, right? I was going to Yale, and who knew where he was going. But if wasn't like he could follow me, since I was sure that his grades weren't that great.

"He hasn't played any pranks on me," Molly said dreamily, clasping her hands together under her chin. "He must really like me! He's just so dreamy!"

Gross.

I didn't have the heart to tell her that Jesse most likely liked Yolanda, the shy and quiet blonde girl that barely ever said anything to anyone who weren't her friends. Even though Yolanda was beautiful, Molly was as well. She was a lot more outgoing and loud, like Jesse was. She was a brunette and not blonde, like Yolanda and Cindy were. Maybe Jesse liked blondes? Or maybe he just liked shy girls?

"Not really," I said flatly, plopping myself down next to Lexi.

I just couldn't understand how anyone could think that Jesse was attractive. It wasn't like he was ugly or anything; he was just too annoying for his own good. I wondered if he even knew how annoying he was.

"I think Dallas is cuter than Jesse," Cindy voiced, waving a hand in front of her face. "Jesse can play some pretty mean pranks, especially on Jordan, it seems, but Dallas seems really sweet and polite. He wouldn't play any stupid pranks on us like Jesse! But why did you run away when you saw Dallas earlier, Jordan?"

I blinked, not expecting the question to come out of her mouth. Should I tell them the truth about Dallas and crush their dreams of having a polite and sweet prince? Dallas could definitely still be a prince or a knight in shining armor, but he sure wasn't like any of that the night he ditched me in a place that I didn't even know for another girl.

"I, uh, was just so nervous that I didn't know what to do..." I excused lamely, glancing that the TV screen, as if that would save me from having to explain. I really didn't want to talk about my past with Dallas, and not only because it seemed like there wasn't even one. Did he even think about how I felt when he ditched me? It didn't really seem like it.

"Well, I heard him mumble something about how pretty you've gotten," Emily cut in, leaning over the back of the couch so she was above me. "So you've must have known him, right?" 

Damn. I was caught.

"We were childhood friends," I told them, leaving out everything that had happened to cause us not to be friends anymore. I didn't really feel like it was an important thing to sat. They didn't need to know what had happened between Dallas and me, at least not yet.

"He thinks you're pretty, Jordan!" AJ giggled, almost jumping up and down on the couch. "He thinks you're pretty! Oh, my gosh!"

"Now you can forget about Jesse," Chelsea smirked, and I seriously thought my eye twitched. I didn't like Jesse!

"I don't care about Jesse," I snapped, shaking my head before crossing my arms over my chest. "We hate each other. Jesse and I are enemies, and enemies only."

"Whatever you say, Jordan," Chelsea sing-songed, only causing me to roll my eyes once again.

"But Jesse's attention is always on you whenever you two are together," Molly pressed on, frowning slightly. "If you guys are just enemies, why does he act like you're the only important thing on this earth when you're around each other?"

"He--he does not do that!" I cried, hoping that the darkness that surrounded us would cover up my blush. The only light was coming from the TV, and I hoped that they wouldn't notice my red cheeks. Because then they'd probably assume something that I definitely didn't want them to assume.

"Yeah, he does!" Cindy said, sounding as if she had remembered something. "Like we've said before, if he's around other people and you show up, he pretty much forgets about everyone and talks to you!"

"To annoy me," I pointed out sharply, my eyes narrowing. Every time Jesse spoke to me, it was always something annoying. He loved to annoy me, and that was it.

"Enough about Jesse," Lexi sighed with a roll of her eyes, sitting up straight on the couch now. "More about Dallas! He thinks you're pretty, Jordan!"

He used to call me pretty all the time, another one of his mixed signals, so I didn't really think much of it. I didn't really think I had changed very much since I had seen him last. Yes, I'd grown, but I debt think that I turned any prettier or uglier. I was still just the normal Jordan Emery, nothing different about me at all.

"I'm so jealous," Cindy sighed, pouting as she looked back at the TV screen. None of us were really paying attention to whatever movie was playing on the screen, but no one seemed to care enough to go and turn it off.

Yolanda continued not to say anything, but that didn't really surprise me. I would have been surprised if she was speaking. I was sure that she was going to need some time to get used to us.

"Well, I think Jesse's better looking than Dallas. He's green eyes are just so hypnotizing! I'd do anything for those eyes to be looking lovingly at me!" Molly said after a few moments of silence, causing me to roll my eyes. I guessed that I'd never understand Molly's mind, but I didn't really think that I wanted to, if she liked Jesse. He was a complete jerk! Why did girls always have to fall for jerks?

None of us responded to her, so she stayed quiet and we finally got into the movie. But it was only silent for a fifteen minutes until the cabin door burst open, causing us all to pretty much jump out of our skins.

Standing before us in the doorway was a young looking Latina woman, a hard look on her face. "I see you're the eight girls that I'll be counseling," she said with a cold, hard voice. She was our counselor? Where was she earlier? I was actually starting to think that we somehow didn't have a counselor.

She looked like she was around Dallas's age, which would kind of make sense. I knew that they wanted the camp counselors to be young, but not too young, so they could relate to the kids that they were counseling.

But even though this woman was young and beautiful, she looked like she could claw our eyes out at any moment. She had tan skin and black hair that flew down her back, and I felt very insecure as she stood there. She really was beautiful, and it made me feel like I was covered in boils.

"I'm your counselor, Erica Sanchez. You better not be thinking that I'm going to go easy on you or anything, because I am definitely not. I'll be staying in the cabin a few feet away from here with the rest of the counselors, so that's where I'll be when you need me. You better be back by midnight, and If you have anywhere to go after that time, which you shouldn't, then you have to go through me first. And let me tell you, I definitely don't want to be here, but I have a reason to be here, just like you all do. But mine is different from all of yours. I didn't get into some stupid prank war with an all-boys school," Erica explained, her eyes narrowing and her eyebrows furrowing.

Boy, was she intimidating! She was terrifying!

The girls and I could only nod, not knowing what else we were supposed to do. This woman seriously scared the crap out of me, and I was sure she scared the crap out of everyone else, too!

Erica continued to stand in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, as if waiting for something. What could she possibly be waiting for?

"Well?" she asked, an eyebrow rising. "Aren't you going to introduce yourselves?"

That's what she wanted? Why did I find it so hard to say my name right then? Why did stupid Jesse get a counselor like Dallas, and ten we got one like Erica? It wasn't fair!

Being the bravest one out of all of us, Emily stood up from the couch and smiled at Erica. "I'm Emily Annex. It's nice to meet you, Erica!"

She continued smiling, but Erica's face didn't even twitch the slightest, scaring me even more. I wondered if I was ever going to see her smile. It didn't seem like I was going to anytime soon, or ever.

"I'm Cindy Jones," Cindy now introduced, standing up herself and smiling as well.

"Molly Anthony here!" Molly giggled in that energetic way of hers, and Erica didn't seem to like it very much. But she still didn't say anything as her gaze fell onto the rest of us.

Obviously noticing that Yolanda wasn't going to stand up and introduce herself anytime soon, Lexi stepped up to the plate. "Lexi Lightle, at your service!" she saluted, and Erica only glared at the roll of bright blue duct tape that she had around her arm. I didn't really blame her, that would be the first thing I looked at, too, if I was first meeting Lexi. But I wouldn't glare at it! But it seemed that Erica was a lot meaner than I was.

Noticing the glare that was being thrown at her duct tape, Lexi giggled. "I'm an artist, and I carry duct tape around with me pretty much everywhere."

This caused Erica's eyebrows to shoot up, a look of disapproval on her face. I groaned internally, hoping that she didn't say anything mean to my friends.

"AJ Crow," AJ smiled, giving a little wave. I knew that she was terrified inside, but she ha always been a good actress, so she was hiding it pretty well.

"I'm Chelsea Evans," Chelsea now said, but it sounded kind of muffled. I looked over to see her under the coffee table, causing Erica to glare and for me to look at her like she was insane. What was she doing? "Sorry, I dropped my contact."

And that wasn't very surprising.

"I--I'm Y--Yolanda J--Jenkins!" Yolanda stuttered, shaking as she continued to stand next to me. Now she was definitely terrified, I knew, and I hate seeing he scared. Such a beautiful girl she was, but she was so shy that she couldn't even enjoy it.

Now realizing that it was my turn, I tried to make myself smile. I really hoped that it didn't come out twisted or weird, because then she would probably give me a look of disgust. "I'm Jordan Emery."

Erica's eyes widened for a moment, but it quickly went away and was replaced with a cold glare, even colder than the other ones she had given us earlier. She muttered something under her breath in Spanish, so I wouldn't have known what she said even if she had said it louder and I actually heard it.

I started to regret taking French almost immediately.

"Well, I'm not going to be calling you by your actual names," Erica snapped, tearing her glare away from me fire turning it on everyone else. "I've got names for all of you."

The girls and I shared quick glances at each other, not knowing what we were supposed to say. Names? What did she mean by that?

"You," she said, pointing at Emily. "You're Frizzy, because your hair's frizzy."

Emily's eyes widened, and her hands immediately flew to her hair. Her hair wasn't frizzy at all, it was perfectly fine! Was Erica blind or something? It seemed like she was!

"And you," she said again, turning toward Cindy. "You're Blondie."

Cindy's eyebrows furrowed, and she looked very annoyed. Even though she loved having the bleach blonde hair that was actually natural, even though everyone else thought it wasn't, she hated wing called anything that had to do with her hair, because it usually meant that someone was saying that it wasn't her natural hair color, or that she was a dumb blonde.

Which she wasn't, by the way. Behind me, she was probably the smartest girl at Adeline. If I had been kicked out like I was supposed to, she would have been the smartest.

Erica now turned toward Molly. "And you're Shorty."

Molly's eyes widened, tears brimming at the edge of her eyes. She hated being called short, even she wasn't that small at all. She was five foot three, and I was the tallest at five foot eight. Even though she was the shortest out f all of us, I had seen girls smaller than her.

"You're Ducky, because duct tape sounds like duck tape," Erica told Lexi, now pointing at her. Lexi's eyebrows furrowed, and she was obviously very annoyed. I remembered when we were little that we once went duck feeding, and we came back with Lexi sobbing because a duck had chased her around and bit her. So yeah, Lexi didn't like ducks very much. Even though they were pretty adorable. I even used to think that duct tape was duck tape, so I understood where Erica was coming from, sort of.

"You're Birdy," Erica now told AJ, who was now looking at her in confusion. Erica rolled he eyes, obviously not wanting to explain. "Because your last name's Crow, like the bird, estúpida."

Even though I couldn't speak Spanish, I definitely knew what that meant.

It registered in AJ's mind, and it obviously didn't make her happy, because her eyebrows furrowed now. I couldn't really think why she would be bothered by being called Birdy, but I wasn't about to question why. If she didn't like it, she didn't like it. Simple as that.

"And you, you're Klutz," Erica said quickly with a wave of her hand at Chelsea, as if she didn't matter at all. Chelsea glared at our camp counselor, looking like she could have punched her. Chelsea was clumsy, she knew that and everyone else knew that, but he hated when people made fun of her for it. Her friends could do it all they wanted, because she knew that they were joking, but Erica was definitely not joking as she turned away from Chelsea and to Yolanda.

"And you're Chicken," she said the same way she did to Chelsea, as if she didn't matter at all. Yolanda let out a squeak, but didn't say anything else but that. So what if Yolanda was shy? That didn't mean she was a chicken! A lot of people were shy!

"And you," Erica finally said, turning toward me slowly now. The cold and icy glare that was even worse than the rest was on her face, and it quickly turned into a scowl as she continued speaking. "Your name's pretty perfect for you. You want to know what it is?"

Not really.

"You're Ugly."

I blinked, not expecting this go come out of her mouth.

Did she just call me...? What?

"Hey, bitch!" Lexi suddenly cried, jumping in front of me. "I don't care if you're our camp counselor! Don't go talking to her like that! She's way prettier than you!"

I knew that that was a lie. Erica was beautiful, and I was just me. She was older, and probably smarter, and she knew more than me. Erica was better than me in every way. In looks, and every other possible way. I was plain, old Jordan Emery l, and she was beautiful Erica Sanchez.

"Prettier than me? Ha! In her dreams!"

Chelsea scowled at her. "More like nightmares."

Erica glared even more now, but that didn't really surprise me. But was I really that ugly? I never even thought that I was beautiful or anything, but I never thought I was actually ugly. But what if I was? My family and friends had been calling me pretty, but that was kind of their job, wasn't it?

"Do you think you're prettier than everyone or something?" Cindy asked, her eyebrows furrowing on her forehead even more.

"Sí."

I didn't need a Spanish class to know what that meant. Chelsea looked like she was about to pounce on our camp counselor's smug face, but AJ quickly latched onto her arm before she could.

Erica cackled, rolling her eyes at us. "I'll be seeing you chicas tomorrow when you get your schedules. Nos vemos entonces."

"The bitch!" Chelsea screeched once Erica had left, and AJ almost immediately let go of her arm. "Who does she this she is? Just because she's the equivalent to a teacher here doesn't mean that she can get off acting that way! And calling Jordan ugly? I just want to smash her face in! And is she always going to speak in Spanish like that? I couldn't understand what she said!"

"That's because we all took French," Emily pointed out flatly, plopping down onto the couch.

"I can't finish the movie. Let's just go to bed," Cindy grumbled, walking past us and plopping herself down into her bed. We all quietly agreed with her, falling into out own beds as well.

This was going to be one long experience at Camp Kingston.

Falling asleep was hard, but we managed to do it. And after a while I began dreaming, but it sure was a strange dream. I was surrounded by grey, and all I could hear were voices. Familiar voices.

"Dude, this is brilliant," the first if the voices said, almost sounding excited. I had heard this voice before, but I could tell who it belonged to.

"Yeah," a second familiar voice said, sounding distracted. It almost sounded like Jesse's voice, but I couldn't have exactly been sure. All I knew was that these voices were definitely male.

"Man, Jordan's even hotter when she sleeps, if that's possible!" a third voice said, causing me to twitch a little. "I could touch her and she wouldn't even know..." I felt as if something was coming closer to me, until I heard a slap and the feeling went away.

"Touch her and you die."

That was the second voice that I had heard earlier, and it confused me greatly. What was with this boring dream I was having, that was just voices?

"I was just messing around! She won't even know!"

"But I will. If you touch her, I will personally kill you."

Before I knew it, my eyes popped open and it was morning, the dream long gone. I reached up to rub my eyes, but felt something sticky on my skin before I could. I sat up in confusion, and then screamed when I saw what was all over me and my cabin.

The girls around me sat up in alarm, but then soon noticed what was covering them. The sticky goop that I knew was syrup covered our arms and legs, even our faces. Strings and toilet paper hung from the roof and around the room, and I felt shaving cream that had been placed on my bed around my body.

When I felt something lying on my head, I reached up and immediately tore it off. But when my eyes landed on the piece of clothing that I held in my hands, I immediately screamed.

In my hands, and what had been on my head, were a pair of boxers. As in underwear. Boys' underwear! I was going to scream again and throw it onto the ground until I realized that there was a note inside them. I really, really didn't want to do it, but I stuck my hand in and quickly grabbed the piece of paper before throwing the boxers onto the ground.

I couldn't even tell if the girls were screaming anymore, because I had tuned them out as I read the note, which had very familiar handwriting in it. 

You just couldn't keep your hands out of my pants, could you, Emery? I didn't know you felt that way about me! I'm touched. I thought Dallas was the only one who could steal your heart. But I hope you have fun with our surprise! It was sure fun making it.

I jumped up from my bed, not even caring about what was all over my skin an hair, and I made my way toward the door. Jesse Jacobsen was going to pay for this, the stupid bastard!

I yanked open the door, but quickly regretted it once I stepped out. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it definitely did when a bunch of feathers fell from a bucket above, attaching themselves to my sticky skin and hair.

"I'm killing Jesse Jacobsen this time! I don't care who tries to stop me, I'm doing it!" I screeched, jumping down the steps and stalking my way over to Jesse's cabin. He was going to pay for this! He wasn't getting off so easy this time! I was so getting him for this!

I banged on his door about five times, getting ready to break it down if I had to. I didn't care if I was waking up eight boys, they were the ones who did this!

The door opened to reveal the smirking face of my hate enemy. He had a thin, grey shirt on, which I was sure he only wore to show off his muscles to his stupid fan girls, and plaid pajama pants. Someone looked like they had a good night's sleep. That was good. He needed it.

"Why, Emery, is that a new look?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. "Because I think the chicken look's kind of out of style. Sorry to break it to you. Maybe you should have your duct tape friend show you how to dress."

Now he was making fun of my friends, too? So what if Lexi dressed flamboyantly and colorfully? That was just who she was!

I reached forward, clutching into his shirt and balling my hands into fists. There was no way I could beat up Jesse Jacobsen, but I had to look as tough as I possibly could. "You're such a bastard, Jacobsen."

Jesse chuckled, cocking his head to the side. "I know."

I really, really wanted to hit him, but I knew that that would do no effect. I heard chuckling coming from behind him, and I knew that his stupid roommates had seen me, but I didn't care anymore. The only one that wasn't chuckling was Ryan, and I was sure that he had had nothing to do with the prank at all. He wasn't the prankster type.

"Jordan?" I suddenly heard a voice ask in confusion from behind me, causing me to tense up ad I continued to clutch Jesse's shirt. Why did he have to be here now? Why couldn't he have come after I left? And especially when I looked like a huge chicken!

Jesse's eyebrows furrowed, and his grin immediately dropped, when he saw my terrified expression. I didn't want Dallas seeing me like this!

Jesse pulled away from me then, confusing me greatly. He usually always stayed for a fight; he never backed away. But why was he doing so now?

"Yeah, it's Jordan," was all he said before slamming the door in my face.

I was going to kill him!

I turned away then, running as quickly as I could away from Cabin B and Dallas. I had to get my schedule soon, and I had to make sure I looked presentable. But I was going to get Jesse back for this. No matter what.

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I still don't have internet on my computer, and it was a pain uploading this because I wrote it all on my iPod. But I really wanted to upload for you guys. :)

And I don't know Spanish. Dx I'm learning next year in high school. So for right now it all came from a translator. :)

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