15 Camp deals & Camp fights

SUNDAY. 7:09 PM.

I sigh as I look away from her. I have always hated this, anytime Jen talks about her dad there's usually a sad tone in her voice but she never agrees to talk about it. And honestly, almost all of the time this happens, I'm always related to it somehow and now it's happening again.

I look around for a second at the excited smiles on everyone's faces as they move with their luggage into Camp Ground. Jenny sighs and I look at her.

"I need to show you something." She puts her hand into her back pocket and pulls out a neatly folded paper, handing it to me. I hesitantly take it out of her hand, staring at it with a weird look. "My dad was going to give this to the principal this morning. It's a letter of compliant. So I volunteered to give it to him myself but truth is…" She trails with a guilty expression.

"What?" I ask, my curiosity peaking. I nudge her to continue.

"I was never going to give it to him because the letter's about you."

My eyes bulge. "What?" I ask and begin unfolding the paper. "You're really serious about this?"

"Yes, this is serious."

I finally open the letter up.

19/12/2020

Mr. Bradford.

Brice Worth High is an amazing school and I never once regret the decision of enrolling my daughter there, since she's performing academically well and excelling in every aspect. But there's an issue I don't like and it's been affecting Jenny recently— Kinsley Bardot. Please try as much as possible to keep Kinsley away from Jenny. I don't like the effect she has on my daughter.

Mr. Scott.

I close up the paper. "What the hell?"

"Kinsley." Jen calls.

"No, I mean he's talking like we haven't been friends for over 5 years."

"I know. I know. I know. It sounds ridiculous but please stop it, it'll do us both good. My dad will let me hang out with you and you'd finally get what you've wanted- for me to stand up for what I want."

I sigh. "But, cursing is the only way I communicate best." I say and she gives me a dead look as she folds up her arms. At least that got the sad expression to leave.

"I don't curse and I communicate fine."

"That's because you have a lot of words in your vocabulary."

"And that's why I set that rule for you to read the dictionary and update your vocabulary anytime you do something bad."

I stare at her for a moment. Jenny never has a problem with me, she's one of the people who can keep up with my extremeness and from what she's said and everything else, she loves it that way but Mr. Scott doesn't. It warms my heart that she's doing this just because she doesn't want to parted from me. She even promised to stand up to her dad.

When it comes to the ones you love, you have to make sacrifices, right?

I smile. "Fine. I won't curse in front of your dad." I say and she relaxes. "It shouldn't be so hard."

"Kinsley you've been cursing since you were 11."

"That's not true!" I playfully push her and she laughs. "Yelling tomato whenever I'm upset isn't considered cursing."

"But it was a little offensive." She laughs harder.

"Hey!" I shake her.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." She says as she tries to push my hands off her. "But Kinsley. It's not just stopping cursing in front of my dad." I let her go, listening carefully to her. "It also means not cursing through the whole Campeek!"

I stare at her, "huh?"

That same guilty look takes over again and she starts speaking slowly, trying to stall. "Well, after my dad said that about you, I told him that you don't curse anymore and then he spoke to coach, Benji's dad—"

"Yeah, I know Benji's dad's the coach. Get to the point." I say anxiously.

"He told him to keep an eye on us, actually on you. So if a single profanity comes out of you, he would stop me from hanging around you."

This is...

"What?!" I exclaim, throwing the paper in my hands. "How am I supposed to do that? Mr. Sprayberry's the teacher in charge of Campeek! he's going to be around us every time."

"I know." Jen cries in a whiny voice.

Dammit, "That's a very tough deal, Kinsley." I say exasperatedly.

Jenny makes a sour face. "I know, Jenny."

We do that in hard situations; swapping each other's names. Somehow it makes the situation less unbearable.

"but deal?" She shoots me an apologetic smile.

"Deal." I sigh. "Gosh, the things I do because I love you."

She giggles, pulling me into a hug and I laugh with her.

"Wait are you girls…" We turn our heads to see Ty staring at us with wide eyes and we both give him a look and he clears his throat. "Never mind, you girls aren't." He scurries off.

"Douche bag." I whisper.

"Kinsley." She calls my name in a warning voice.

"Douche bag is not a curse word." I argue.

"What?" She chuckles at me. "It's offensive."

"Alright, I've got your bags. Let's go." Benji walks back to us, carrying a load of bags. Now I feel bad asking him to bring my bags.

"Alright, you guys go ahead, I'll catch up with you later." I say and I point at the bus which still has my things.

They nod and start walking away.

I turn around and begin walking towards the bus but stop when I see who made my 5 hour drive not so boring after all. I chuckle as I remember what I did.

I watch for some seconds; his dark blonde hair moving slightly as he picks up his bags from the bus, his pale skin glowing under the evening sun, I can't quite see his nails yet. I decide to pull on a straight face and act like nothing at all happened. I begin walking straight, not taking a glance at him as I walk past him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I stop in my tracks then turn around to see him giving me a confused look. "What?" I ask in irritation.

"What do you mean what? Can't you see I'm holding your bags out for you?"

I look down at his hands to see my bags in his grasp. My mouth parts open as I stare at the little gesture, he is indeed holding out my bags for me to take them. But why? Why is he doing this? Isn't he supposed to be mad that I painted his nails red?

I slowly reach out and take my bags from him. "I wasn't expecting this at all." I say as I continue to frown at his hands. I did something bad to them and they did something nice for me. "No one's ever held out bags for me." I whisper, almost felt like I'm saying thank you.

He chuckles and I snap my head up to him. "Why is that? Is it because-" He asks as he bends down to pick up his two black and red duffel bags, in the process stretching out his fingers and he pauses.

Wait is he just seeing that now? But it's been like ten minutes since we got off the bus. I bring up a hand to my mouth, stifling my laughter.

"What the hell?" He stands up straight again with a very confused and shocked expression in his green eyes. "What is this?" he says, more to himself as he's still very shocked then his facial expression hardens. "Kinsley, why did you do this?"

I clear my throat and swallow my laughter. "What? What makes you think I did that?"

He still doesn't look at me, he continues staring intently at his nails. "You're the only one I sat with the entire ride and no one would dare to do—" He begins to say, finally bringing his gaze back to me as he shoots daggers.

"Oh please," I cut him off. "Would you stop complaining? I think it looks very lovely on you," I look into his eyes and give him a teasing smile. "Jake-lyn." I complete.

His mouth hangs open and I laugh at his expression. I did tell him he was messing with the wrong person.

I walk away from him, still laughing, my belongings in my hands and leaving him to stand there in shock. My phone begins ringing and I pull it out, still recovering from my laughter and not bothering to check the caller ID, knowing who it is already.

"Hello Mom."

"Hey! There's my little hyperactive mushroom." My mom greets with a happy voice.

"Mom," I whine. That name will never leave our house.

"How's camp going? I'm just about to lock up the store, sales was a little boring without you."

"Well we just got here and everything's good so far." I smile, walking slowly with my bags.

"Aw, I can't believe I won't be seeing you for a whole week. I miss you already."

I chuckle. "You miss me? It's just been a few hours. You might just die before tomorrow." I joke and she laughs.

I really love the relationship between my mum and I, we'd talk like 13 year olds, watch movies and laugh at the characters. After dad left, it's just been the two of us and we have grown closer to each other.