"This is all your fault."

"It's my fault as much as it is yours, Emery."

"You threw raw meat at me! You and your stupid friends taped our underwear to the side of the school! Everything I did was just for revenge! Stupid, stupid revenge," I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him with as much hatred as I could muster.

"You didn't need to play those pranks on us for revenge, though. You could have just sat there and took it," Jesse told me smugly, crossing his arms over his chest as well. "So it's your fault that we're being sent to Camp Kingsley or whatever it's called."

"Camp Kingston," I corrected, glaring at him even harder, if that was possible. Why did he have to be so annoying all the time? I just didn't get it!

"It matters."

I rolled my eyes, continuing to wait outside Headmaster Solomon's office for Headmistress Belladonna. I wasn't allowed to go back to Adeline until she came out, and Jesse was forced to wait with me as well. They thought it would be helpful or something. I just found that more troublesome then helpful.

I sighed in frustration, leaning against the wall by the door. Couldn't she just come out already? If I had to spend another second with this idiot, I was going to explode!

"Aw, you're so cute when you're upset, Emery," Jesse teased, reaching over and tugging at a piece of my hair.

I slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me, Jacobsen," I threatened forcefully, glaring at him even more. That's all I did when Jesse was around. Glare, glare, glare. He was just so annoying.

"But, Emery, don't you love me?" he smirked, stepping closer to me, which only caused me to take a few steps back, away from him.

"How can one person be so annoying?"

"It's very easy, actually."

"It was a rhetorical question!"

Jesse let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head as he did so. "You're so fun to make fun of, Emery. It's like you act this way on purpose so I can pick on you or something."

"I definitely do not do that!" I shouted, a little louder than I had meant to. But did he seriously think that I acted like I hated him so he could just make fun of me? I acted this way so he would leave me alone, which didn't even work! If I acted nicely to him, he wouldn't leave, he would just get closer. But I was sure he could never act nice to me, so there was no use in trying that.

I didn't even think Jesse could be nice to anyone. But he cared for his cousin Marnie and Yolanda, didn't he? He seemed like he really didn't want me to find out who the other person he cared about was, so it had to be someone he liked, right? I couldn't think of anyone else whose name started with a Y besides Yolanda, so it had to be her. And it wasn't like he didn't even know who she was. He had played a prank specifically on her.

But I still believed that he was incapable of feelings. He was just... he was Jesse! And for the four years that I had known him, he didn't show like he cared for anyone but himself! It shocked me to find out that he cared about his cousin, so of course I was shocked when I found out that he actually liked someone!

And Yolanda, too. Shy Yolanda! I thought that Jesse would like someone who was as obnoxious and annoying as him, not someone as quiet and timid as Yolanda. I'll never understand that boy. Ever. He was just way too confusing for me.

"Alright, Jordan, we can go now," I heard Headmistress Belladonna say as the door to Headmaster Solomon's office opened. "Sorry to keep you two waiting."

I tore my gaze away from Jesse and stopped glaring, smiling at Headmistress Belladonna slightly. "It's alright," I said, even though it totally wasn't. What if Jesse and I killed each other or something while we were out here? Then it definitely wouldn't have been alright.

At least then I wouldn't have had to go to the camp...

Headmistress Belladonna nodded, and we both headed toward the front doors. Before I could take more than a few steps, however, I fell flat on my face onto the ground. Headmistress Belladonna stopped, surprised that I had fallen. I felt my nails dig into the carpet when I saw Jesse pull his foot back under him.

"I'm going to kill you one of these days!" I cried, jumping up and lunging at him. I really was going to kill him sooner or later! That seriously hurt! I was going to have rug burn for weeks!

"Jordan, Jordan!" Headmistress Belladonna cried, latching onto my wrist before I could start pulling Jesse's hair out. "Come on, Jordan, we're leaving!"

I let go of Jesse, straightening my shirt out and glaring at him. Even though I had totally just pulled his hair, he still gave me a look that told me that he didn't care, and he was still smirking at me!

He was so going to get it one of these days.

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"What? A camp? Are they joking?" AJ cried out, her eyes as wide as saucers. I knew she was just as freaked out about it as I was. How could they send a bunch of kids to a camp all the way across the country?

I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest. "Nope, they're not. Both Headmistress Belladonna and Headmaster Solomon said that we all have to go to the camp. Everyone that has been involved with a prank has to go," I explained, shaking my head and waving my hand as I did so.

I did not like the idea of this, not at all. The girls from Adeline and the boys from Cambridge absolutely couldn't stand each other. And they thought that we were all going to be all happy and friendly when we had to see them every day at some camp? No!

"They really think we're going to get along?" Chelsea asked, bursting out into laughter. "That's ridiculous! They should know better than anyone; we all hate each other!"

"Exactly!" I said, exasperated. There was no way that sending us to some camp was going to settle our differences. We hated each other too much! "They don't understand that we're not going to be getting along while we're there, we're going to just fight even more than we do now! This won't solve anything!" 

I didn't get how this was supposed to make us get along with each other. It definitely wasn't going to help at all! It was just going to make it all worse!

"But guess what," I whispered, sitting down on the floor and crossing my legs. Now it was time to go into gossip-mode before all the horrible camp stuff happened. "I think I know who Jesse likes!"

The girls' eyes bulged, and they sat around me on the floor. We were all in a circle as we all sat on the carpeting of my room. Jesse was the enemy, and if we had any dirt on him whatsoever, that was definitely a good thing. And after what Jesse had done to Dallas and me, we had always wanted to know if there was a girl that was special in Jesse's heart. And I now believed that I had the answer, and I couldn't be more excited.

"Who?" Lexi demanded, her lips curling into an excited grin. Even though I hated Jesse more than anyone, the girls hated him a lot as well. But no one could hate Jesse as much as I did. It just wasn't possible to hate someone that much. But I was sure that there were other people that hated Jesse as well, not only the girls and me.

"You know Yolanda?"

"Yolanda Jenkins?" AJ asked, blinking in surprise. I knew that she knew where I was going with this. "The shy blonde girl that barely ever speaks? Jesse likes her?"

I shrugged, trying to think of what to say for a moment. I finally told them how Jesse had said that he cared about his cousin Marnie, and then he stopped abruptly before he told me the other person, but he had said enough to make it sound like it started with a Y.

"Hmm," Chelsea hummed, scratching her chin like she had a goatee or something. "That's possible, I guess. He did play a prank on her that one time, right? She was crying, and Jesse was laughing when she was doing it. She was crying, bawling even, but Jesse was just laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen in his entire life."

My eyes only watered earlier that day and Jesse had completely stopped laughing. What was with that?

But I was sure that he liked Yolanda. Who else could it be? She was really pretty; she was just very shy and kept to herself. She had friends, but she was always just so quiet, even around them. She just didn't seem like Jesse's type at all.

"Well, shoot," Chelsea finally muttered, shaking her head. "There goes my theory, then."

"Theory?" I asked, blinking at her as my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What theory?"

"That Jesse secretly likes you," she said, looking too smug for her own good.

"What?" I shrieked, covering my mouth after I had jumped up off the ground. "Jesse? Liking me? Are you insane? There's no possible way that he could ever like me! He's Jesse, and I'm me! We've hated each other ever since we met each other! What made you think that he could like me?"

Chelsea shrugged, leaning back a little and taking in all of our shocked faces. "What?" she asked Lexi and AJ, crossing her arms over her chest. "You guys never thought about it, not even once? It was just a theory. Haven't you ever heard of the guy making fun of the girl because he secretly likes her?"

"Yeah, second grade guys," Lexi pointed out, shaking her head at our friend. I had to agree with her on that. What kind of immature guy picked on the girl that he liked? That definitely wasn't a way to a girl's heart, that was for sure. Why would a girl want to go out with someone who tortures her? Are guys that stupid? "There's no way Jesse likes Jordan. He's just too... arrogant and narcissistic. I don't even think he could like someone. But maybe he could like Yolanda. You never know..."

"There is a possibility," AJ nodded, smiling a little. I hoped she was hatching a plan or something, because I knew that I wasn't going to be able to come up with one myself. "But are we going to tell Yolanda? After what Jesse did to Jordan with Dallas, I think that we should. It's what he deserves. He was a jerk, so we'll be jerks right back! It's totally what he deserves!"

I did agree with her. But did I want to tell Yolanda? Why shouldn't I? After what Jesse did with Dallas, I knew that I should have. But I knew what it felt like to be on the other end, to be on the side that had the feelings. I was so hurt after what Dallas had did, and did I want that to happen to Jesse?

... I wasn't even sure. I knew what it felt like; I knew how much it hurt if the person you liked rejected you. But Jesse deserved it, didn't he? And Yolanda wasn't the type of person that would be mean... or even use, like Dallas had done to me.

After everything he had done to me, how he embarrassed me in front of everyone, I should have been looking forward to telling Yolanda. But... I wasn't.

"...dan? Jordan? Jordan, what do you think?"

I blinked, zoning back in from my thoughts and letting out a loud sigh. I wasn't going to do anything just yet. I was going to wait for the perfect time to tell her, when Jesse did something absolutely horrible to me or my friends, which could have happened at any time.

But he had done something, I guess. He was sending me away to a camp across the country from my home! But I was talking about something different, something even worse than that.

"I don't think we should tell Yolanda just yet," I finally said, nodding at them a little as I got an idea. "I think we should wait for a little while. Maybe after we're at the camp... I want Jesse to see. I want him to know what it's like to have your heart broken."

"But what if Yolanda likes him back?" Chelsea asked the question that was going through everyone's mind. That was a problem. What if Yolanda did like Jesse back? That would be a huge problem, and it wouldn't go with the plan. Everything would be ruined if she really did like him back. But I didn't see why Yolanda would like him back. He was an annoying jerk that liked to pick on girls. Who could ever like someone like that?

"I don't think that'll happen," I dismissed, waving a hand in front of my face. "I don't think anyone could ever like Jesse. He just has this thing about him."

The three girls looked at me, as if they didn't believe me about something. Why were they looking at me like that? What did I do? Lexi was smirking, and I looked down at her with a disapproving look. "What?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing at her. "What's with the smirk? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Are you sure you don't like Jesse?" she asked, one of her eyebrows rising.

My eyes widened, and I took a few steps back. "Ew! Never! No way! Not in a million years! Why would I ever like someone like him? How could I ever like someone like him? He's stupid, and mean, and arrogant, and doesn't care about anyone but himself! He's Jesse Jacobsen! I could never, ever like him!"

Chelsea blinked. "Your response was pretty quick there, Jordan."

"No it wasn't!"

The three girls shared looks, and I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at them. What could possibly make them think that I liked Jesse? I hated Jesse! I had always hated Jesse! And they knew that! They knew that from day one!

"Well, it's a good thing that you don't like him," AJ shrugged, standing up and getting off the ground as she sighed. "He's from Cambridge, and he's a total jerk. If you liked him, it would have just caused a huge problem. And I actually don't think that he likes you back. Like you said, I don't think he could really like anyone at all. But... if he does somehow like Yolanda, then we have that against him..."

I blinked, not expecting her to say anything like that.  Ever since we bad gotten in that fight with Aimee, she hadn't spoken very much, unless it was about Aimee. I didn't get why she wanted to be friends with Aimee again so badly. What she did was horrible, and pretty much unforgiveable. But we didn't want to lose AJ as a friend, too.

It was good thing that I didn't like Jesse. That would just cause problems, like AJ had said. So I was glad that I didn't even think about him that way at all. He was only an obnoxious jerk to me, and that was it. Nothing more, and definitely not boyfriend material. Just gross.

"But when are we going to camp?" Lexi asked, getting up and sitting down on the edge of my bed as she crossed her arms over her chest in a pouting manner.

I let out a breath, plopping down next to her, probably feeling the same exact way she was. I didn't want to go to some camp with our enemies, that was for sure.

"Two weeks," I answered, obviously not happy about this whole ordeal. Why would anyone want to go to some camp with people they hated? Aimee was going to be there, too! I didn't know if AJ was going to be happy about that or upset. I knew that the two other girls and me were definitely not happy at all. We were the exact opposite of that.

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"Are you sure you have everything, Jordan?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

My grandmother would always do this. Whenever I went somewhere, even if it was just a sleepover for one night or something, she always had to pester me right before I left to make sure I had absolutely everything. Even the things I didn't even need. But I loved my grandma anyway, and she was probably the person I was closest to out of my entire family.

Even though she drove me crazy.

"I hope you have a fun time," Grandma smiled, patting me on the head. "I'm sure you'll have a very fun time with that Jesse boy."

My eyes widened, and I almost choked on my own spit, as gross as that is. My grandma had only met Jesse once, (I wouldn't even call it actually meeting), and ever since then, if he was ever brought up in conversation, she would tease me about him.

But she never even really met him before. She only saw a glimpse of him back in sophomore year when we ran passed her when I was chasing him pretty much around the block for stealing one of my bras from my drawer. His friends had escaped, but I didn't even care about them. It was only Jesse that I cared about catching, which I didn't even end up doing.

He got away with my bra, and the next day he was flaunting it around telling everyone that he had a very fun time with me the night before.

So, yeah. Three guesses at what everyone thought he meant.

"I'm not going to have a fun time with him, Grandma," I told her almost sternly, as if she was my child. But she was eighty-years-old, almost senile, and never left my house, so she kind of was like my child, in a way. I didn't mind very much. I didn't see her as a problem or anything. She wasn't annoying like Jesse, and she didn't speak very much, so I guess she was fine.

My grandmother chuckled. "Sure you're not," she said with a grin, patting me on the shoulder lightly. "He's a healthy man, you're a healthy woman, and you know where that leads to..."

I never remembered my grandmother being such a pervert.

It's actually kind of scary.

"Gr--Grandma!" I shouted, my cheeks turning bright red. I hated it whenever someone talked about sex, mostly because everyone had done it, except for me. And that made me feel like a complete and total loser. But was it my fault that I wasn't ready yet? I didn't feel like anyone should be having sex in high school. Too big of a commitment and way too serious for someone as young as us.

"Well, have fun, Jordan," she smiled, shooing me away from her. "You're going to miss your flight if you don't hurry it up. Go on, shoo, shoo."

I rolled my eyes, hugging her quickly before waving and walking away as quickly as I could. Even though I definitely didn't want to go, I didn't want to miss my flight, either. I so wasn't looking forward to this camp.

When I boarded the plan, I continued to look around for my seat. I really, really hated planes, because you could sit next to someone that you didn't even know. And that person could be rude and annoying and never leave you alone for the whole entire flight.

This was going to be so much fun.

Note the freaking sarcasm.

"Jordan!" I heard someone call cheerfully, causing me to stop walking and turn to the person who had called my name. The person was Emily, Yolanda's best friend. They were both sitting in two seats that were next to each other, so I figured that they must have been lucky enough to get seats together.

"Oh, hey," I smiled, dodging out of the way of a toddler whose mother was chasing after them. I sure hoped they weren't the people I had to sit next to. "How's it going?"

Yolanda nodded at me shyly, staring down at her lap. She really was a pretty girl, so it wasn't very surprising that Jesse liked her. She was really nice, too, just too shy for her own good.

"Where are you sitting?" Emily asked, smirking at her best friend before looking back at me. I looked at me ticket, and then looked at the rows of seats.

"Somewhere over there," I shrugged, pointing carelessly. I didn't really care where I sat, as long as it wasn't next to someone obnoxious.

"Oh. Well, okay. I guess we'll see you when we land!" Emily smiled, laughing as well. I nodded, not knowing what to say anymore, before quickly walking away in search of my seat.

I felt myself sigh when I saw it was the window seat. So I only had to deal with one person, which made me feel a lot happier. If I had to deal with two on either side of me, I knew that I was going to explode or something.

The second I took my seat, I heard a voice say, "Well, Emery, looks like we're neighbors!"

I felt my eyes widen as I looked at the person who was standing before me. He plopped down into the seat next to me, and I felt myself shaking my head frantically. "No, no, no, anyone but you!" I cried, inching away from him and closer to the window. "This is so unfair! Why do you have to be the one I have to sit next to out of everyone on this plane?"

"Because whoever gave you your tickets could see the sexual tension between you two," an amused voice said from behind me, kicking my chair.

I spun around, glaring at the person. "This is no time for your comments, Lexi!"

She shrugged, smirking smugly at me. "It sure seems like it's the time."

I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back down into the seat. "Calm down, Emery," Jesse smirked, shaking his head at me. "I'll try not to act that annoying during the flight. Since you're going to have to deal with me at a camp for who know how long, I'll give you a break."

I gave him a flat look. "Sure you will."

"I can be nice!"

"Sure you can."

He rolled his eyes at me, crossing his arms over his chest. "I won't talk to you the entire flight," he said stubbornly, looking away from me. "I'll show you how nice I can be. You're going to be begging me to talk to you before we get off, I assure you."

I rolled my eyes. "No way that's going to happen."

I heard Lexi snort. "Uh-huh, sure." 

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... It feels like it's been a super long time. I've been trying to focus on ideas and a name for Hey There, Delilah's sequel. But I've come up with pretty much nothing so far. At least with the name.

The song on the side has absolutely nothing to do with anything. :D It's just my favorite song. :)

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