I'm determined to make this summer not something of dread, but something that matters. I won't lie, I screwed up pretty bad to get here. I hurt someone that I cared about, and it was for such a stupid reason. Charlie is not worth the fuss that he created this year. He's not worth the tears that I cried, and he certainly is not worth feeling sorry for myself over. I'm Rosalie Clarke. It sucks that it took ending up here for me to realize that.

"If you can keep your clothes on your side of the closet we should be fine. I can put most of my clothes in the dresser," says Emma as she does her best to establish a line along the middle of the closet.  

"Look, I won't mess with your stuff, but I'm not the most organized," I say to her honestly. 

"Shocker," she says with an eye-roll. 

I'm about to respond when a knock at our door leaves us both looking confused. "It's open!" I call out. Rachel Woodsen walks into the room. Her Chanel dress and shoes look completely out of place in the environment we are in, but if I'm honest, Rachel is out of place here. She's known around school for going to big charity banquets and having loads of money at her disposal. Her father is big in the oil business here in Texas, liquid gold down here. 

"Rosalie I can't be here," says Rachel as she storms into the room. "My parents have to be out of their mind to send me to this murky nasty place! I didn't even do anything that bad! You get one DUI and all of a sudden you become Hitler in your Daddy's eyes! I had to cover the mirror in the bathroom. I'm mourning my old life and everything that it consisted of-" she says dramatically before noticing Emma in the room. "Who's the freak of the night?" 

"My name is Emma. Don't piss me off, Princess. I'll hex you," says Emma jumping towards Rachel and letting out a cat hiss. Rachel lets out a squeal, and I resist the urge to laugh. Emma might not like me by the looks of it, but at least with Rachel around I won't be the most hated. 

"Anyway, Rose," says Rachel rolling her eyes at Emma. "You're obviously the only person of taste to hang out with, so I expect you and me to get really close this summer. Who knows, maybe after I pay my penance here, Daddy will pay for an all-inclusive vacation to Prague. I heard it's nice in the Fall. Not to mention the shopping there would be incredible. What do you say?" 

"I say I'm out of here," says Emma with a snarky tone as she exits the room and enters the bathroom. The shower turns on and Rachel looks at me with raised eyebrows. 

"Geez, your roomie is a bitch," says Rachel. Her eyes suddenly light up and widen as she looks at me with a gleeful expression. She clearly thinks whatever she is about to say is the most interesting thing that has ever happened. "Speaking of roomies, you'll never guess who's mine. Whitney! As in, "I've never sinned a day in my life" Whitney. Only she obviously has. I wonder what sin was so bad that Jesus couldn't forgive it," 

She's annoying me. I never really interacted with Rachel for this exact reason. She's always gossiping about someone or something. People let her get away with it because of her dad's money, but nothing she has is real. Everything she has in her life she bought. Including her friends. 

"Hey, I don't want to come off as rude, but I'm a little tired and wanted to unwind a little before dinner. Can we catch up later?" 

She raises her eyebrows in shock. "Oh, right, yeah. I'll see you later, Rose," 

She gets up and leaves the cabin. I walk over to my bed and sit down putting my head in my hands. This is a lot to take in. Break up with your boyfriend, screw over your best friend, end up in a reformatory camp with the ex-boyfriend you screwed your ex-best friend over for. This is like a soap opera. 

The water in the bathroom stops and a few minutes later Emma walks out of the bathroom in a robe. She walks over to her dresser and begins to pull out clothes to change into and then suddenly stops moving. I can tell she's debating something, but she reluctantly turns around and looks at me.

"I saw your face when you were talking to her," says Emma. "Maybe you're not as shallow as I thought."

"Some would say that I'm even nice," I say smiling at her.

"This introduction is still young. You still have time to screw it up." She smiles at me for the first time since we've been in the cabin together. She then quickly goes back to her normal scowl and gets dressed. "It is about to be time for dinner," she says throwing on a black t-shirt and black skinny jeans. "You should probably get ready. I don't really do eating with people though so-"

"You're totally fine," I say to her. 'I have plans with someone anyway," 

"You're not getting back together with that asshat Charlie Walker, right?"

"Ha, definitely not. He can choke on the fish sticks they're serving us for all I care. He's an absolute joke. You know he already has tried to lay claim to me with the other guys here at camp-"

"I didn't ask for a history of what is going to happen with him," she says walking out of the cabin. "I just wanted to make sure that I didn't give you more credit than you deserved," 

She closes the door behind her and I'm left to ponder at what she just said. Rachel is right, Emma is kind of a bitch. I can respect that though. I'll win her over in time.

 I walk into the bathroom, and the foggy mirror and humidity from Emma's hot shower instantly make me regret it. But it's the only place in the cabin with a mirror, and I'd like to make sure I don't look like a total train wreck. 

I grab my lipgloss from the makeup bag on the counter and begin to reapply it when I hear a knock at the door. I run over to the door and open it, and to my surprise, Jonas is standing in the doorway.

"Hey, I hope this isn't weird, but I thought I could walk you?"

My cheeks darken at this sweet gesture, and I nod. "Yes, you definitely can walk me," I close the door to the cabin and walk along the gravel road with Jonas. We are once again the last two on the road it seems. "Oh my gosh, we are definitely becoming those kids,' I say with a laugh. "Late to orientation and the first dinner,"

When we finally arrive at the doors to the mess hall, Jonas looks over at me and smiles. He reaches his hand out to open the door, but I stick my hand out. For the first time since being here, it has dawned on me that we have a crap ton of things to explore around this camp. Not to mention the thought of seeing Rachel again sounds awful. "Let's skip," I say turning around and walking back towards the trails. 

"Wait, what?" asks Jonas with a shaky voice as he follows me. "Dinner is mandatory,"

"But we are troubled teens in need of desperate reform," I say rolling my eyes with a sarcastic smile. "Come on, Jonas. Do you always do exactly as you're told? We have a whole campground to explore and you're wanting to eat the crappy camp food that I wouldn't serve to my worst enemy?" 

"I don't know.," he says. I can tell he's 100% weighing the pros and cons of what we are about to do and resist the urge to tease him. 

"Please," I say with a frown. "For me?" 

"Fine," he says as he sets off for the trails. I squeal in excitement and I take off into a run, grabbing his hand in the process as we go throughout the wooded area of the camp. I feel a slight hesitation from him once again as he pulls back a little bit. "We aren't supposed to leave the trails-"

"Don't be such a killjoy!" I say laughing as we run through the trees and bushes of the surrounding woods. We finally slow down when the roots and the grassy areas start to get too bumpy to blindly run through. 

"I read that this place was built way back in WWII as a fort. It is supposed to have a bomb shelter and everything," says Jonas. I can tell that he is nervous and not quite sure what to do in this situation.

"Then that is definitely what we look for first," I say holding up a finger in excitement. I can see him relax a little bit when I said that, and that makes me happy. I want him to feel comfortable with me.

We walk in peaceful silence for a while. I like Jonas. He's not my normal type of guy that I would see myself with, but maybe that's something that I need to change considering the first guy that I've ever dated is Charlie, and while I don't know if I actually have feelings for him, he's super sweet. I can tell that no matter what I'm gaining a genuine person when it comes to me hanging out with him. 

We arrive at a clearing and Jonas holds out his hand. "They said in the orientation to be careful fo bear traps in places like these," he says. "I don't want you to get hurt, so please be careful," 

"My hero," I say with a laugh. "I'll follow your footsteps," 

We've been walking for about thirty minutes now, and I'm starting to think that skipping dinner wasn't the best idea. Don't get me wrong, I'm having a great time with Jonas, but this campground has literally nothing interesting, and the threat of a bear trap on gripping onto my leg with the jaws of life is not exactly how I wanted to start the summer.

"Look out," he says as he steps over one of the steel contraptions on the ground. "That's a nasty looking one," he says frowning as he helps me to step over it. "Poor bears,". We make it through the clearing with both our legs intact, and I'm about to suggest turning around when Jonas points ahead. "Look there's a building!" he says excitedly. He has a childlike innocence to him as he does this. It's endearing. "I bet that's the bomb shelter!" he says.

He takes off running and I laugh and follow. When we arrive at the old stone building with moss growing all over it,  Jonas runs straight to the door. He jiggles the doorknob and it is unsurprisingly not unlocked. "Well crap," he says sadly.

"Oh please," I say rolling my eyes. I take two steps back and slam my foot into the middle of the door. The old wood gives, and it springs open. Jonas looks at me with his eyes wide and jaw slack.

"Remind me not to piss you off," 

I pull out my phone and turn on my flashlight as we walk into the dark room. There's a lot of old dusty furniture, but the thing that excites me the most is the silver door sitting on the floor at the far end of the room. 

"Looks like we found our shelter," I say walking over to it. I go to the handle and pull it, but it doesn't budge. I continue to struggle for a minute until I finally get frustrated and look up at Jonas. "Dude, you going to help me out or?" 

"Oh right," he says as he hurries over and helps me pull. With both of pulling the door easily comes open, and I motion my hand for him to go down into the bunker first. 

"After you," I say.

He looks scared, but he takes the first step down into the bunker. He flashes his own phone flashlight on the stairs as he descends, and once he gets to the bottom he looks at me with questioning eyes. "Is the great Rosalie Clarke scared?" he asks me with a shocked sarcastic expression.

"As if," 

I quickly walk down the stairs, even though every instinct in my body is telling me to turn around and never come back to this place. It's not that I'm scared of something down here, I just don't want to walk down here and find a dead body, or get bitten by some rat that somehow has eaten his way into the area and start the zombie apocalypse. So, I guess you can say I'm totally scared of what's down here, actually. 

We round the corner into the room, and Jonas sees a single light switch on the wall. He half-heartedly flips it, and to my complete surprise, lights come on in the bunker. The walls are lined with twenty bunk beds, ten on each side. In the back of the room, there is a bathroom, and on the right side, next to the last bunk bed in the row, is a little makeshift kitchen. In the center of the room in between the two beds, is an extremely dusty couch that faces the kitchen.

"Wow, this is cute," I say sarcastically. I walk over to the couch and lightly sit on it in an attempt to not let the dust fly into the air. Jonas didn't seem to get the sentiment, and he flops down onto the cushion, sending dust and God knows what else into the air. 

"My bad," he says.

"You're good," I say shrugging it off and fighting off the urge to sneeze. "So was this everything you wanted it to be?"

"Kind of," he says as he turns towards me on the couch. "So can I ask you a question?" he says.

"You can ask," I say with a smile. "Doesn't mean I'll answer," 

"Why're you here, Rosalie?" 

My face drops, and I quickly look down at the ground. I didn't want him to ask me this question. I don't want him to think differently of me because of what I've done. All my friends turned against me already. I don't want this to be something that defines me, and Jonas is someone I really don't want to disappoint for some reason.

 I bite my lip and tears well up in my eyes. There's really no excuse I can think of that can validate me not answering this. He's going to find out sooner or later anyway. He rooms with Charlie. I guess it will be better coming from me than Charlie. 

"Rosalie, if you're upset you don't have to tell me," he begins.

"No, it's not that," I say. "I just..." I say hoping this doesn't sound too cheesy. "I just don't want you to look at me differently," 

He reaches over and grabs my hand, and I'm surprised by the butterflies that erupt in my stomach. "Whatever it is, I won't judge you," he says. "We all make mistakes, Rosalie,"

"Yeah, but this is a really bad mistake," I say pulling my hand back instinctively. I wish I hadn't the second I do though, he looks hurt. 

"I promise," he says.

I take a deep breath and look at him. I'm trying so hard not to cry, but the tears disobediently fall down my cheeks. "So you know how I was dating Charlie?" I ask him as I quickly wipe away the tears falling down my face, praying that he gets a sudden case of blindness and can't see me do so. 

"Yeah," he says. "You guys didn't exactly make it a secret," he says with a  chuckle

"You know my friend Olivia?" I ask him. I should say ex-friend but he'll figure that out soon enough. 

He nods his head, and I take a deep breath. "In the middle of last semester, Charlie and I got into a huge fight. It was one of those fights that you scream and yell at the other person, and then you break up for five minutes before you realize that you don't want to do that, you know?"

"Well, I've never dated anyone-"

"Beside the point, Jonas," I say laughing to myself. God, this kid is really innocent. "Anyway, I tried calling him the second after I hung up the phone. He didn't answer, and he normally does. He broke up with me, so I thought he was really mad at me, and I felt like I had to fix it," I take a deep breath. "So like an idiot, I got into my car and drove to his house. When I got there I saw Olivia's car already in the driveway. I didn't think anything of it because she was always mediating our fights when they got out of control. I figured that she was trying to talk him down. So I got out of my car and was going to beg Charlie to take me back. His mom doesn't like using the front door of their house, so I was always told to walk around to the back of the house when I'm coming over,"

"That's weird," says Jonas interrupting.

"Not my mom," I say with a shrug. "Anyway, I was walking to the back door when I heard the noise of a girl...well...you know," I say clearing my throat. "And it was coming from around the corner of the house. I thought maybe his parents were getting it on in their backyard, or at least that is what I was stupidly trying convincing myself was going on, but then I heard his voice," I say as tears start to fall again. "I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't help it. I looked. I had to see it for myself to believe it. There Charlie was sleeping with another girl. Not even trying to hide under a blanket or anything. Just shamelessly having sex on his back patio. It wasn't just any girl though, it was with my best friend." I say frowning. "They didn't see me so I quickly just turned around and left. I got into my car, and I didn't go to school for the rest of the week,"

"I was wondering where you were that week," he says to me looking upset. "I'm so sorry that happened. Charlie is really a jack ass," 

"Yeah, well I am too," I say bracing myself for what I was about to tell him. "When Liv brought me my makeup work from the days that I missed she went to the bathroom and she left her phone on my bed. I knew her passcode because, well, we were best friends, you know?" 

His jaw drops. "That was you?" he asks me. To my relief, there is no judgment in his tone. Just a question that has been asked by everyone but a very selected few for the whole second semester.

"Yes," I say sadly. "I'm the jackass that blasted Olivia Smith's boobs out to the entire school," I say looking ashamed. "I was just so mad, and I felt so betrayed. For her to show up at my house as nothing happened, like they didn't-" my voice cuts off as more tears fall down my face. I can feel myself start to breathe heavy, but then Jonas puts his hand on my knee and I feel myself gain control again.

 "When my parents found out they were so disappointed in me. My dad especially. He signed me up for here the same day that he found out what happened. It's just a cruel joke by God that Charlie so happens to be here as well. He's been trying to win my back ever since,"

"How'd your parents find out?"

"They went through my text message history randomly. I used one of those fake phone number apps, but it still showed on my phone bill," I say holding up my hands. "So now you know that I'm an awful person," 

He grabs my hand again and begins to interlock his fingers between mine. "You seem pretty cool to me still," he says with a genuine smile. 

"And you're pretty smooth for someone who has never had a girlfriend before," I say with a laugh. I wipe off the rest of my tears and sigh. "I look like a raccoon don't I?"

"A very pretty raccoon," says Jonas with a wink.

I hit him in the arm and he chuckles as I stand up and stick out my hand to help him up. "Come on, we better head back to camp before they freak out. We've been gone a long time," 

We walk out from the bunker and try to put the door back into the entryway as best as possible. "I had fun tonight," he says. 

"Me too," I say grabbing his hand again.

We walk like that for the remainder of the time it takes to get back to the cabins. We make small talk here and there, but I really enjoy the silence when I'm with Jonas. It's comfortable. It is a very soothing atmosphere.

 When we reach the edge of the woods we see Rita, Mike, and Dr. Winthrop with flashlights, and they're calling out our names. I look over at Jonas and quickly kiss him on the cheek, and he turns to me looking surprised. "I don't know how long it will be before we get to do something like this again, but I enjoyed it. I wanted to do that before I chickened out,"  I say. "We obviously can't get our 'I'll walk you back to your cabin' awkward kiss thing. I just thought I'd get it out of the-"

I'm interrupted by his lips crashing into mine. My stomach erupts with butterflies and I'm surprised at the light headed feeling it leaves me with when he pulls away. "I had fun too. I didn't want to regret not doing that," 

A beam of light flashes on us and Rita screams. "I found them!"

Well, this should be fun to explain.