After wrapping up lunch, we went for a quick swim. I retired up to my bed, wanting to take a nap while the others played. I was exhausted.

"Bella! Wait up!"

I turned around, irritated. As much as liked Andrew, I enjoyed my sleep more. "What's up, dude?" I tried to keep the annoyance out of my voice but it was hard.

He jogged up to me, his abs on display. He shook the water out of his hair before speaking. "You said we could talk after lunch."

"Okay," I yawned. "Make it quick. I'm about to pass out."

He gave me a hesitant look before taking a step back. "Nevermind. I'll tell you later."

Ugh, don't you hate when someone starts something then says 'nevermind'? Just tell me!

"Drew, you already stopped me so you might as well continue," I frustratedly groaned.

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Uh, I guess. I was just wondering if that redhead was the reason that Dean chose not to ride with you."

I wanted to snap at him and say it's none of his business, but held off. It wasn't right to get annoyed at him. "Yeah."

His gaze softened. "I'm sorry." His words were laced with pity, making me annoyed. I didn't need pity, especially not his.

"Why?" I asked rather aggressively.

He looked taken surprised and took another step back. For good measure, he defensively threw his hands up. "It just seems like a dick move to ditch your girlfriend for your friend, especially that girl."

I took deep breaths to relax. I was getting overworked for no reason. I blame it on the sleep. Yeah... definitely the sleep...

"Look, I'm fine, okay? Now I'm just gonna head to bed." With that, I spun on my heel and made my way toward the wood cabin.

"Wait!" He grabbed my wrist, making me turn to face him again. "Are you coming to the bonfire?"

"Obviously," I said in a 'duh' tone. Sensing my awful mood, he let go of my arm. I gave him a small smile to ease some of the tension and continued my way to the cabin.

It took a long time, but I finally remembered which room was mine. It was hard considering that all the rooms looked the same. If it wasn't for Emma's pink, sparkly bag, I'd be screwed. Luckily I recognized it laying on her bed.

Before napping, I decided to take advantage of the almost-empty building. Picking out some warm clothes, I grabbed my towel and went to the bathroom. It wasn't as gross as I thought it would be. There were several showers, blocked off by stalls, and even more toilets.

The hot water ran over my body, cleaning off all lake contaminants. I didn't realize how gross I felt until I was clean. My dry hair sat in the best ponytail I could muster with the length. I figured we'd swim at least once more before tonight so there was no need to wash it yet.

When I left the bathroom, there were more girls coming back. I wondered if anyone had claimed the free bed in our room. We'd be super lucky if no one did. That way, the guys could come here without making anyone uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, there was a black bag on the fourth bed. Sighing, I went to my bunk. At least the fourth girl wasn't sharing a bed with me.

I got comfortable in the sheets and snuggled in. The late-night partying, along with early morning and busy day was enough to make me fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

~~~

Waking up was surprisingly easy. I felt super refreshed. The first thing I did was check my phone to see any messages I missed. Justin sent me a cute video of Ryder sleeping on my bed at night, making me laugh. His cuteness was much needed.

The room was still empty, but the fourth girl had been in here. Clothes were strewn over her twin mattress.

What a slob.

Being the nosy person I was, I slowly peeked at her bed to see if maybe I could tell who it was based on their clothes. My eyes widened at the sight in front of me.

Oh no.

The clothes consisted of mostly black and red. There were a few leather articles thrown around, only solidifying my theory.

I heard footsteps approaching and I quickly took a step back from her bed. I silently prayed Jaz was the one coming, but I was severely disappointed.

Skylar walked in with a towel in her hand. When she saw me, her eyes narrowed. "Bella."

"Hi..." My eyes trailed down her body and I stiffened when I saw what she was wearing. It was Dean's shirt. I recognized that shirt from anywhere.

It hung loose on her skinny frame. The hem reached midthigh.

She wasn't wearing anything else.

My eyes snapped up to her smug face. It was almost like she was taunting me.

She probably was.

"I'm just heading out. I wanted to drop this off first." She held up her damp towel. I moved out of her way and sat down on my bed.

She finished up whatever she was doing and left me alone. My stomach sunk. Why was she wearing his shirt? Where'd she even get it from?

Well, there goes my good mood.

Out of all the female students at Westcreek High, why was she the one to room with us? She already stole my boyfriend. What's next, stealing my friends too?

Giggles echoed from the hall and seconds later, Emma and Jaz came in. Their smiles dropped as they looked at my miserable state. "Bella? What's wrong?"

"You'll never guess who our fourth roomie is," I groaned, holding my head in my hands.

Like me, Jaz went to inspect the clothes while Emma sat next to me. She soothingly rubbed my back and I had to admit, it felt pretty good.

"Leather? Who the hell brings leather to a lake?" Jasmine asked, holding up the jacket.

"Skylar, that's who."

Her eyes widened and she dropped the jacket like it burnt her. "Of fucking course."

"Yeah," I scowled, getting off the bed. "Let's just get ready for the bonfire."

The three of us changed into our swimsuits. Luckily I packed more than one so I didn't have to wear my damp one. I chose a baby blue two-piece. Emma changed into a mismatched red top and black bottom, and Jasmine wore the same hot pink one as earlier, assuming she didn't bring more than one.

I wore a pair of shorts, but nothing to cover my top half.  I just hoped I wouldn't regret this later.

Much to my surprise, Dylan was waiting for us outside the building. He perked up when he saw us, but immediately sent me a disapproving look. "Bella, really? Where's your shirt."

"Up your ass apparently," I teased. He gave me a flat look and began pulling his off. I grabbed his arm to stop him. "I'm not wearing your shirt."

"Why not?" He pouted, putting it back on.

We began making our way to the bonfire area. Emma and Jaz hung behind as we led. "Because I don't want your cooties," I finally answered.

He scoffed and draped his arm around my shoulders. "You wish."

"No, you wish."

He pulled me in closer, nearly putting me in a headlock. I didn't struggle against him. Dylan was like a Chinese finger trap. The more you struggle, the worse it gets. It's better to just relax and let him do his thing.

"I've missed you," he sighed happily. I looked up at him and saw pure content. Sure, we still had lots to discuss, but I missed him so much that I didn't mind all the hidden secrets between us.

A majority of students were crowded around the fire. My eyes widened when I saw a familiar teacher standing near. "Mr.Cullen?!"

He was with a group of giggling students, shamelessly flirting. When his head snapped up to me, relief flooded his features. After politely excusing himself, he made his way toward our friend group. Everyone chirped their acknowledgments before engaging in their prior conversations.

"What're you doing here?" I put a hand on my hip, giving him a disapproving look. Chaperoning on this trip with a bunch of hormonal teenagers wasn't a smart decision on his part. He knew they'd be all over him.

Still, he gave me a smug smile. "I missed my favorite student." He ruffled my hair and I scowled, patting it back down. His eyes looked around the crowd as a frown formed on his face. "Where's my brother?"

My eyes flickered amongst the student body and found no sign of him. There was also a certain redhead missing. My mind flashed back to just minutes before when she was wearing his shirt. What if they were together right now? It made sense. Why else would they both disappear at the same time?

"He stayed back to take a shower," Dylan chimed in. "He'll be here soon."

My shoulders slumped in defeat and it didn't go unnoticed by the teacher. He gave me a cautious look but luckily didn't speak on the matter. Still under Dylan's grip, I was pulled to the side where my friends were.

I sat down on one of the logs and tuned out the conversation going around. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits. Even Will and Emma were getting along. Well, not getting along, but they managed to steer clear of each other. Anything to prevent another fight.

My mind couldn't stop wandering to the lack of company. I didn't give two shits about Skylar, but it was Dean who I was worried about. Not only was he with her, but he was missing out on the most fundamental part of the trip.

"Alright, here comes the food!" Andrew came near us, perfectly balancing a tray of freshly roasted hotdogs. We all thanked him and grabbed our food. After setting his stuff down, he squeezed in between me and Jaz. She didn't look too happy about the intrusion. "How's it going?"

"Just cause her boyfriend isn't here doesn't mean you can openly hit on her, Boyce," Jaz snorted, making both mine and Drew's cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. Normally I wouldn't be embarrassed about this, but the fact that she called him out on his very obvious crush left us in an uncomfortable situation.

Drew, being the good sport he was, laughed it off. "Ah Jaz, that wasn't what I was doing." Her narrowed eyes only proved she didn't believe him. Instead, he leaned closer to whisper in my ear. "Where is he anyway?"

Before I could answer, a new voice called out. "Andrew, you're strong. Do you mind helping us carry this cooler down the shore?" I looked up to see Mr. Cullen glaring at us, more specifically our proximity. Awkward.

"Uh, yeah," Drew called back. He sent me one last apologetic look before joining him.

I hated it. I hated his stupid pity. I didn't need it. I already had enough doubts running around my head.

I knew what Mr. Cullen was doing when he pulled Andrew away. He was being protective of his little brother. Well, if Dean had such an issue with it, he should've confronted me himself.

Why was she wearing his shirt?

"Your hot dog's dripping," Dylan murmured in my ear. Sure enough, there was a big ketchup stain on my bare leg. He handed me a napkin and I wiped off the sticky mess.

"I'm going for a swim," I suddenly announced, startling my friends. They gave me weird looks, but nodded in acknowledgment. It was enough to have me shed my clothing.

The sun was beginning to set which made it the perfect time to swim. There was enough light to see, but the heat had considerably gone down.

I was surprised to see Dylan following behind me. We both swam to the middle of the lake without saying a word. We went far enough that the noise on the shore sounded like a faint buzz.

"What's going on, Bella?"

I sighed and gave him a pained smile. "I'm so freaking jealous, Dyl. Like, insanely jealous. And everyone's subtly telling me that it's justified."

"Of Skylar?" I nodded. He scoffed. "Are you kidding me? The guy's clearly uninterested, but if it bothers you so much, then why don't you ask him?"

"Dyl, she was wearing his shirt." My voice cracked at the statement and tears began welling in my eyes. They were more frustrated tears, especially at the fact that I couldn't do anything about it.

He immediately pulled me into a hug. I sobbed in his chest. He soothingly rubbed the back of my head.

"And there's the fact they both aren't here right now," I blubbered, unsure if he could understand me. "And he's being so secretive about their past." I pulled away to face him. "I don't want to assume something's going on between them, but I don't have much to work with."

"Aw Bellz, you're breaking my heart," he sighed, pulling me back into his chest.

We stood like that until I finally calmed down. The lake was filling up now, as other students were piling in. I took some of the lake water and splashed my face to seem less miserable.

Crying it out felt good. The sadness I had in my heart was replaced with anger. A manageable anger, but anger nonetheless. So when our friends waded in from the shore, I put on a happy mask. If I kept it on for long enough, I'm sure it would turn genuine.

We splashed each other and swam around without a care. Once in a while, I'd see Jasmine's worried expression. I knew the reason they gave Dylan and me some time before coming was so I could cry in peace, and I was eternally grateful.

As the night went on and the sun was replaced by moonlight, we somberly made our way to the shore. I was a little disappointed that Dean hadn't shown up, but maybe it was for the best. I had a little time to cool down between then and now. I could safely say I wouldn't attack him on sight. I couldn't say the same for Skylar.

The sandy outstretch of land was illuminated by the multiple lampposts, plus the burning fire. It wasn't going out anytime soon.

"Let's change and meet back up for smores?" Emma suggested. We all nodded and parted ways, the guys going to their cabin and us girls going to ours.

The first thing I did was take a shower and dress warm. The breeze from the lake was much stronger than I anticipated, so I knew I'd be cold tonight. I wore sweatpants and a tank top, which deemed to be good enough as pajamas. I knew we wouldn't be out for too long anyway.

I hadn't considered Skylar being in the room, but released a breathe when her bed was just as she left it. She wasn't here. From the looks of it, she hadn't been here since the last time. If she had been, she surely didn't care about cleaning.

The idea of sleeping in the same room as Skylar made my stomach churn. It felt weirdly vulnerable, even though I knew she wouldn't prank me in the night. She seemed to be more like the subtle, fake type of bitch.

I could also sleep with the boys tonight. But, the question was: in whose bed? I was too pissed to sleep with Dean, even though I desperately wanted to. I did not want to sleep with Andrew. Sleeping with Dylan seemed plausible because we've done it a lot, but it would seem weird considering my boyfriend was in the same room.

Deciding that I'd go with the flow, I pushed all ideas aside and waited for the girls to come out. Once they were ready, in a similar fashion to me, we linked arms and walked out.

The boys beat us to the firepit. There were considerably fewer kids out here now. They were probably either huddled in their room or hanging out with friends indoors. We practically had the whole fire to ourselves.

"Bella!"

I frowned and turned to the source. "Mr. Cullen? Aren't you a little old to be hanging with a group of teenagers?"

He scoffed as if it was the most ridiculous idea in the world. "You guys are like six years younger than me. You act like I'm your dad."

It wasn't until the slight breeze that hit did I realize my friends abandoned me and were now sitting by the fire. Rolling my eyes, I met them with a teacher trailing behind.

Right away, I was passed a marshmallow from Will. I gratefully took it, then remembered the guilt resurfacing. Quickly, I averted my gaze to the fire.

Way to not be suspicious.

He didn't think much of it, probably brushing it off as my general moodiness. Thank god.

Someone had their Bluetooth speaker, so pop music echoed throughout the vast space. I smiled as I shoved my skewer in the fire, perfectly roasting my marshmallow. A pair of arms wrapped around me and I tensed right away.

"I can't tell if I should be worried by your tenseness or relieved."

I visibly relaxed at Dean's voice. "So kind of you to join us," I bitterly replied, my back still to him.

Unlike I expected, his arms only got tighter and he rested his chin on my shoulder. "I'm sorry."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. After ditching me for practically the entire day, that was all he was going to say? He wasn't even going to offer an excuse? 

"You should be," I curtly responded. Thank god he was behind me or I wouldn't be able to keep my anger for long. Knowing me, I'd fall to my knees at the sight of his hurt expression.

Once my marshmallow was golden, I pulled it away and smiled at how perfect it looked. Dean's arms were still tight around me, but I shifted enough to make him let go. I avoided looking at this face, but the shadows dancing from the fire let me know his jaw was ticked.

Why was he mad when I was the one that had the right to?

I got back to my friends who were snugly sitting on the log. I opted to sit on the sand across from them. Jaz slithered down and joined me. Will handed me the rest of the ingredients and I took them without making eye contact, fixing myself the perfect dessert.

"Hey, are we still going back to your room after this?" Emma asked.

All the boys nodded. "Yeah, we can talk or whatever you girls wanna do."

"Movie?"

"Sure."

The discussions began about tonight's plan. Dean sat in the spot where Jaz sat earlier, but I refused to meet his eyes. I was pissed and his lack of explanation wasn't helping his case. I felt so stupid. I was here crying over him, while he was out doing god knows what with Skylar.

You don't know if that's who he was with.

It didn't matter. I was smart enough to put two and two together.

"Let's sing a campfire song!" Emma suggested, clapping her hands enthusiastically.

Everyone groaned and her idea was quickly rejected. The poor girl's pout made my heart wrench, but not enough to take a liking to her idea. I hated singing.

"Just listen to the music. Emma, that's why we have it," Will said harshly.

Jaz put her hand on my knee and we were both awaiting the explosion between the two. Dylan eyed Emma, anticipating her next move.

Much to our surprise, she didn't freak out. She grumbled, "It was just a suggestion," before sinking her teeth into her s'more. I felt a little bad for her dampened mood.

"You know, it's getting kinda chilly. Why don't we head inside?" I suggested.

"Oh, you're cold? Here, have my jacket." Dylan tossed his hoodie in my face before I could even process it. I scowled as I plucked it off my face. "Sorry," he sheepishly smiled.

I gritted my teeth and sent him an annoyed look. "I don't want your sweaty jacket, I want to go inside." But, unlike the silent communication I could have with Jaz, Dylan simply didn't understand the hint.

"It's not sweaty, I haven't worn it since I washed it."

Men were so frustrating sometimes.

"Oh my God Dylan, she wants to go inside. Are you deaf or something?" Jaz snapped, gritting her teeth as well. I noticed how her eyes subtly traveled to Dean before returning to our friend.

Dylan, being the massive idiot he was, still didn't understand. "Okay, if you don't want the jacket, that's fine! But, I don't understand how you're cold if there's a freaking fire right there!" He dramatically pointed to the bonfire that didn't even seem near burning out.

He was infuriating.

I stood up and brushed off my pants. "Okay, well I'm going inside then. Have fun."

"I'll go too!" Andrew's voice chimed behind me. He eagerly got up and walked toward me. Was it bad that I didn't even know he was out here until now?

"Me too," Dylan and Dean simultaneously chirped. It was obvious they didn't want to leave me alone with their common enemy.

I narrowed my eyes at my friend, but Jaz beat me to talking. "Guess we're going inside." Just like that, she linked arms with me and lead the others.

"Guess so," Drew said so quietly as we passed. We ruined his plans for getting me alone. Thank god.

When we got to the boys' room, my jaw dropped. "It's so messy!" For some reason, I found Dylan the probable cause. Without hesitating, I smacked his arm.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Why is it so messy in here?"

He rubbed the newly sore spot and narrowed his eyes at me. "It's a room full of guys. What did you expect?"

"Oh please, my area's clean," Will proudly stated, pointing to the one bed that had nothing on it except a closed suitcase.

"You shouldn't be proud of basic human decency," Emma muttered under her breath, but we all heard. It was clear her tolerance was weakening and she wouldn't be able to keep this happy act for much longer. I began to wonder whether tonight would be such a great idea.

"So, movie, yeah?" Jaz awkwardly cleared her throat with hopes to diffuse the tension before it even began.

"I brought my mini-projector. One of us can hook our phones into it and project it there." Andrew pointed to the wall opposite the bed where the view would be perfect. We all mumbled our agreement.

I went to go sit in front of the beds, next to Emma, when a hand shot out and pulled me down into the bed. "Oh no you don't," Dean whispered, keeping his grip on me.

I knew I was mad at him but it was so hard to keep the anger when he was being so... him.

He kept a firm grip around my waist and I naturally leaned my head on his shoulder. The day's events were finally getting to me and it was exhausting, even with that nap in between.

"I'm sorry for skipping out today," he whispered so only we could hear.

"Yeah, it sucked," I sighed, humoring him. If anything, we had to talk in order to get our issues sorted. This seemed like a good starting point. Maybe pretending this was the whole of the issue could distract me from the whole Skylar conundrum.

With his other hand, he grabbed mine and planted a soft kiss on it. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Okay."

He didn't seem satisfied with my curt responses. "I mean it. You and I could go somewhere, take a road trip or something."

"Sounds nice."

He defeatedly sighed and I felt my heart clench. He wasn't going to fight. He was giving up.

It hurt a little.

As the movie played, my eyes got heavier. I shifted so I was now laying in the bed. Dean readjusted so I had the spot closer to the wall, while he got the edge. He also laid down, not caring about the movie. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around me. I purposefully faced the wall.

I wasn't sure if it was the wariness that finally got to me, or the fact that I hated going to bed angry, but I had to choose my next words very carefully.

Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say–

"Skylar looks good in your clothes."

His entire body tensed under me.

I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep before anything else could come from this.

Yup, definitely going to regret that in the morning.