“Just talking to Mary.”
“What about?”
“Three guesses, Kayla!”
“You look obsessed and soon people are going to be asking why.”
“Don’t worry about me, I have it under control.”
“Do you?” she asks, her eyebrows lifting.
“I’m fine, Kayla.”
“Maybe you should have an early night.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s not good for you to be out here. You look pale and you’re biting your nails again.”
I hide my hands behind my back. “I told you I’m okay.”
“And I’m telling you that you’re not. I’m your best friend, Esme, and I can see what’s going on. You’re losing it.” She steps even closer even though we’re far enough from everyone else that they can’t hear us.
I take a step back.
“People are going to get suspicious,” she says. “You’re constantly getting in the middle of every creepy situation and it’s all you talk about to anyone.”
“It’s not all I talk about.”
“It might as well be. Rebekah asked if you’re okay. She said she’s worried that you’re not coping.”
I bet she did.
“When did Rebekah say this?”
“Just now, while you were sulking over there.”
My eyes slide over Kayla’s shoulder. Rebekah and Olly are sitting together chatting. He throws a stick into the lake.
“Esme, I’ll tell them you got too much sun and need to rest.”
Kayla’s hands are on her hips when I look back at her.
Am I unwelcome now? She’s not really leaving me much choice. Not that I want to hang out with them right now. Not when Rebekah is analyzing me.
“Fine,” I say through my teeth. “I’ll go.”
She sighs. “Don’t be like that. I’m protecting us both.”
“Night, Kayla,” I say, and turn away from her.
No one calls my name as I head for my cabin.
* * *
Dinner has been served after a day of baking, den building, dodgeball and tennis. The campers chat happily as they feast on Mexican food.
Taco Tuesday is the best day in camp.
But not for me.
Olly is finishing his fourth taco. The cooks here have to respect his and Jake’s appetites.
Everyone’s spirits are raised ever so slightly when we have a good meal. I pretend like mine are, too. This evening’s conversation is about what we would do in the event of a zombie apocalypse. Half my table would go to the city and the other half would set up camp in a remote forest.
I’m Team Forest. Fewer humans to turn zombie and eat me. But I definitely wouldn’t camp. I’d strap myself high up in a tree to sleep, like Katniss in The Hunger Games.
After dinner and music around the campfire, the kids go to bed.
It’s my night off tonight, but Kayla and I have been asked to help tidy the outside area before we turn in. Cora is inside with the girls until we switch. I don’t want to be outside; I’d rather be tucked up in bed.
It’s not particularly messy out here, but I think Andy wants the creeper to see numbers. The more adults that Lillian and her cronies see, the less likely she is to follow through on any threats.
That’s what I think, anyway.
I pick up a couple of tennis balls that have been hit over the fence.
As I turn to take them to the multiuse cabin, I see Olly walking toward me.
“Hey, Esme, you need a hand?” he asks.
I smile as he approaches. If I didn’t need my friends right now, I would be pissed at them for how they treated me last night. “Yeah, can you grab those rackets, please?”
He picks them up and we walk back to the cabin.
“You shouldn’t be out that far alone, especially not at night,” he says.
“It’s not too dark yet and I didn’t go into the woods. There might be some balls in there, but hell no am I checking tonight.”
“I’ll take a look in the morning,” he says.
We pass Mary, Catalina and a few others in canoes, letting off some steam.
They look so carefree.
I wonder what message that’s sending to Lillian? We’re still having fun. You don’t scare us. Do your worst.
But how bad is her worst?
Olly holds the cabin door for me and I flick the light on. “Thanks.”
He’s acting normal. I’m not sure if they really were talking about me last night or if Kayla was just trying to make me feel bad.
We take the rackets and balls into the storage closet. It’s full of sports equipment and smells like rubber and sweat. I turn to leave, but Olly steps in front of the door, blocking my exit.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my smile dropping.
“I’ve wanted to do something for a while.”
Strangle me?
My eyes widen as he steps closer.
I brace myself for a fight.
Why aren’t you running?
He looms over me. My mouth goes dry.
He is the one in on it with Lillian.
Fab time to find out that when it comes to fight or flight, I’m not a flight.
I’ve always had a lot of respect for the fighters. Turns out we’re just stupid.
My heart races, and I clench my hands into fists.
I’ve taken self-defense classes, and I’m going to kick his ass.
His hands never reach my neck, though. They slide around my back.
What is happening?
It takes me a second later to really get it—I am that stupid—Olly doesn’t want to hurt me. His lips touch mine.
Oh.
Code red! Code red! You’re fraternizing with the enemy!
I relax into the kiss a second later and feel his smile against my mouth. He tastes like Dr Pepper and smells like a campfire.
Olly pulls back for a second. “I didn’t expect complete shock, Esme. I thought I made it kinda obvious that I like you.”
Do not tell him the shock is because he isn’t choking the life out of you.