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expression. “Done?” he asked, unfazed by my performance. My hands fell away from my face. “That was so lame,” he said, one corner of his mouth curling up.
    I shoved my hands into the front pockets of my white shorts. “Fine. Whatever.” I took a few steps back. “I’m not wasting my breath, I don’t care. I bet you’ll be kicked out by tomorrow, anyway.” Spencer only seemed to grin more at that statement, like he was enjoying a private joke. Then I remembered his dad owned the frickin’ camp.
    There was nothing I could do. I quickly turned as real tears started to build up, ashamed this little jerk could make me cry.
    â€œHey!” Spencer said.
    I turned around, my hands still in the front pockets of my shorts. The iPhone hit me in the chest and fell to the floor. We both stared down at the cracked screen. “You loser,” he said. “You broke it.”
    â€œ I broke it?”
    â€œWhat are you, stupid or something? Can’t you even catch?” He stooped down to pick it up, but I was fast and managed to grab it out of his hand and tuck it into my pocket.
    â€œI can’t catch with my face,” I said. “Besides, it’s only a cracked screen.” He stared back at me, trying to size me up. I noticed his ears were a nice shade of crimson. A little thrill ran through me, knowing I was pissing him off. Finally he realized I wasn’t giving it back, and judged it wasn’t worth the bother. I guessed a kid that rich was probably used to getting broken gadgets upgraded all the time. He’d probably have a brand new iPhone 6 waiting for him at home after camp.
    He mumbled something I couldn’t exactly make out, then put his attention back to his stuff.
    I opened the only other door in the cabin and found my bedroom—well, what was probably the nurse’s closet, actually. The twin bed practically filled the entire space. A clipboard was hanging from a nail in the wall. I scanned the activity schedule: archery, sailing, canoe, kayak, hiking, soccer, swimming…
    God, the schedule went on and on. Thankfully, I noticed, running wasn’t listed.
    I closed the door behind me and dropped my heavy bag on the floor. I crawled across the bed to the open window. A warm breeze scented with pine blew through the screen. I smiled and relaxed—just a bit.
    There were three long drawers under my twin bed. I began to unpack. The top layer was mostly T-shirts and shorts (what else do I ever wear?), with socks and underwear crammed into any free space.
    As I pulled out more items, I found some surprises. The little red diary I’d been using as a prop to ease Mom’s mind had been sent with me. I guess the pamphlet was big on encouraging your depressed teen to write a daily journal. I took the Book of Lies and tossed it aside. No need to keep up that charade.
    There was also a hair straightener and extra makeup, along with several other bags labelled in Chloe’s handwriting. HOT DATE. DANCE. BONFIRE. MIDNIGHT STROLL.
    Ah, my ensembles.
    Devin’s face came to mind. I placed those precious bags in their own drawer. I knew the other three boys would be arriving soon, so I started grabbing things and throwing them on the bed. When the bag was almost empty, I took inventory of the pile.
    â€œGrandma,” I groaned. She had packed four boxes of condoms. Four boxes! There was a note.
    Dear Jesse,
    I asked the nice pharmacist at the drug store what would be best for a smart girl who should be prepared for anything. Feel free to share them with your friends. They might not have a grandma who loves them.
    P.S. Did you know you can buy Victoria’s Secret online? Chloe helped pick them out.
    I didn’t look at all of them, but the thong decorated with s’mores and the one stamped with Who’s Up For a Weenie Roast made me laugh. I dropped the new underwear in the drawer along with the four boxes of what would