“Hello?” Nancy snapped her finger at me and I looked at her, distracted.
Giving me a knowing grin, she said, “This is exactly what I meant. You are so into him.” Taking a quick sip out of her juice box, she went on to say, “It’s a good thing that the camp offers so many activities for two people to do together. You should do one with Jensen. We only have about a week and a half left!”
“We’ve done loads together!”
“Oh yeah, like what? And the cabin-pranks thing doesn’t count.”
“Darn it,” I muttered.
The guys’ and girls’ cabins had been at war ever since we’d arrived. The second night of camp, we’d walked into our rooms and found a bunch of insects under our pillows which had caused more than enough panic to break out – especially from Nancy.
The counselors had gotten us together and of course, given a word of warning to the boys. I’d later found out that it was Jensen’s idea so to get revenge on the girl’s behalf, a girl from each cabin took a harmless snake and slipped it into the boys’ cabins through their windows. I’d proudly been the representative of cabin number two. Though a lot of good that did me when Nancy had spilled the beans to Drew, and I was framed for the whole ‘incident’.
Since then, every night there was some kind of untold adventure – most of them as a result of my and Jensen’s genius brains. I never took it to heart; it was only good fun after all.
“A romantic canoe for two!”
I rolled my eyes and stood up, taking my tray with me. “So much for the ‘no-boys-allowed’ summer.” I heard her laugh as I walked away. I threw the empty juice box into the trash can before setting the tray down with all the others. Turning around, I bumped straight into Jensen, sending his tray toppling to the ground.
“Sorry,” I apologized, bending down to help him clean it up.
“It’s alright,” he said. Inside, I was scolding myself for being such a klutz but I didn’t seem to mind anymore when our hands touched as we both reached for his fork.
“Sorry,” I repeated, sounding like a total idiot. Jensen grinned.
“There are other words that exist, you know,” he teased.
“Yeah.” Why couldn’t I come up with anything sensible to say around this guy? “So, canoeing.”
He arched an eyebrow at me. “What about it?”
“D’you like it?”
“That depends.” He said, taking a step towards me so that the next person could set their tray down without knocking right into him. My heart beat a lot faster though as it brought us closer than before. He was right…there.
“On what?” I whispered.
His smile grew. “On who I’m canoeing with.”
I gulped. “Okay.” Flirt a little you 11-year old dweeb!
His hand reached out and caught a strand of my hair that was out of place. Tucking it behind my ear, he said lowly, “We should do it together sometime.”
“Um.” Say something! Anything!
Looking satisfied as if that was just what he’d wanted to hear, Jensen dropped his hand to his side and took a step back. “I’ll take that as a yes.” With a wink, he turned his back to me and walked away, leaving me staring after him. It took me a while to realize that I’d been holding my breath the whole time.