"I'm telling Yolanda that Jesse likes her," Chelsea growled, continuing to rub at her skin. Lexi, AJ, Chelsea, and I were all cramped into our small cabin bathroom, scrubbing away all the crap that Jesse and his stupid friends had put on us. Emily, Yolanda, Cindy, and Molly were outside in our cabin cleaning all the crap that the idiots had hung around the cabin.

"No," I said, scrubbing syrup off my ankle. "Don't do that. I don't want to traumatize her."

"She won't be traumatized," Chelsea insisted with a roll of her eyes, waving her hand in front of her face. "Maybe a little embarrassed, but not traumatized. She shouldn't even been embarrassed. She should be flattered!"

"A lot of guys have liked her before," Lexi pointed out, continuing to sit on the tub as she scrubbed the syrup off her leg. "She's just been way too shy to do anything. She's really pretty, but she's just way too shy."

"And Molly likes Jesse," AJ pointed out, as if we didn't know. "Like, a lot. I don't think we should tell Yolanda because then Molly would be crushed."

Chelsea crushed the sponge in her hand, scaring me a little. You never want to piss Chelsea Evans off. Even though she's clumsy and has contacts or glasses, she means business when you piss her off. "Whatever. But if he does one more thing, I swear I'm--"

"Yeah, yeah, you'll gut him, kill him, bring him back to life, clone him, kill all his clones, kill him again, and then bring him back to life and force him to watch Dallas and Jordan do it. You're missing a spot behind your ear," Lexi pointed out flatly, and Chelsea scrubbed at the spot that she was talking about.

I tried to hide my burning face by bending over to scrub my feet, but it didn't really do any good. "It wouldn't bother Jesse if Dallas and I... uh... did it."

Man, I was just embarrassing myself even more.

Chelsea snorted. "Uh-huh, sure."

"¿Qué diablos pasó aquí?" I heard someone shout from outside, causing me to roll my eyes. Erica was obviously very pissed off now, even though I had no idea what she had said.

"¡Dios mío! Birdy, Klutz, Ducky, Ugly! Get out here! Ahora! "

Did she expect us to know anything she was saying? I understood the part about getting out there, but I didn't' get anything else. Why did we have to get someone that spoke Spanish as our counselor when all the girls that lived in our cabin could speak French?

"We're here, su majestad," Chelsea sneered once we came outside, still dirty. I didn't even know that Chelsea knew any Spanish at all!

"Translator," she explained, as if reading my mind. "I have one on my phone."

I blinked, understanding now. She obviously looked up whatever she had said and said it in Spanish. I should have thought of that.

Erica's eyebrows furrowed at Chelsea remark, and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"¿Sabes lo que estoy diciendo ahora, perra poco molesto?"

Okay, I was seriously starting to get annoyed with her talking in another language now. It was obvious that we had no idea what she was saying, so why keep talking that way? To annoy us, obviously.

But Chelsea didn't back down, but it wasn't like that surprised me. "I don't know what you said, but it doesn't matter right now. I got my schedule early. I'm taking a Spanish class for the elective that I didn't choose," she smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Erica looked outraged, but didn't say anything more about the subject. "Just get cleaning, ahora!"

I still didn't know what that meant, but it didn't even matter. She was telling us to clean, and that's all I needed to know. If she was calling us some name in Spanish, I didn't even care. I already knew that she hated us, so it didn't matter. I could just call her a bad word in French.

"Une salope," I cursed under my breath in French, just loud enough for the girls to hear. They giggled, causing Erica to glare at us, but I knew she didn't know what we were talking about.

After hours of cleaning ourselves and our cabin, we were going to get our schedules. Erica was obviously not happy with what had happened, even though it wasn't our fault at all. She started cursing at us in Spanish, and I didn't really feel like bothering with her. Sometimes she would speak half in Spanish and then half in English, confusing me greatly.

"Usted puta loca..." Erica growled in Spanish under her breath, and I did my best to ignore her. I wasn't going to let her bother me after what Jesse had put me through. I was going to get my schedule, and that was all that mattered right then. I wanted to see what classes I would have with my friends, and hope that Jesse wasn't in any of my classes.

"Woo-hoo, I got art!" Lexi cried when I walked up next to her, her schedule clutched tightly in her hands. I smiled at her, but as she continued to go through her schedule, her smile immediately dropped. "And for my second elective I got some auto shop class."

I would have laughed if she wasn't obviously upset. Lexi's dad owned an auto shop, and he would make her work on the cars with him. This just made her hate cars, unless she was driving in them. But this camp had an auto shop class? What didn't they have?

I scanned around to make sure Jesse was nowhere to be found, and I got my schedule from Matthew. "Why, Miss Emery, great to see you again. Here's your schedule right here, and I hope you're happy with the classes you were assigned."

I took the paper from Matthew's grasp, but before I could look down at it, Matthew turned away from me and said, "Mr. Jacobsen! So nice to see you today! Here's your schedule!"

I turned away then, desperate for Jesse not to see me. I still had to think of a way to get him back, and I didn't know how I was supposed to do it yet. But I was definitely going to get him back, even if it's the last thing I do. I was going to get my revenge.

Even though the last time I had gotten revenge ended up sending me here, I didn't get kicked out of school and I would still be able to go to Yale. I was pushing my luck, I was sure, but Jesse deserved payback. Do you know how long it took me to wash all the syrup and feathers out of my hair. A long time. A long, long time.

I was sure that Jesse was expecting something from me, but I was going to do something so outrageous that he'll never see it coming. I was going to need some help from the girls, but I was sure we were going to find a way to get him back together.

And knowing my friends, this revenge was going to be sweet.

I looked down at my schedule to see the normal things: algebra, English, gym, guitar, history, chemistry, and...

Wait, what?

This was the second elective that I got? Out of every other class that I could have been put in, this was the one that I was assigned to?

"What's your elective that you didn't want, Jordan?" AJ asked, suddenly popping up next to me. She must have noticed my angry face, because she stepped back a little. "Dirt biking," I growled, almost crushing the schedule that I held in my hand.

AJ burst out laughing, loud enough so that everyone around us turned and stared. I ducked my head, not wanting to be seen, and I yanked on AJ's arm. "It's not funny. I'm gonna kill myself if I get on a dirt bike!"

AJ's laughing had died down, and she now wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. Seriously, it wasn't even that funny. "I'm sure you'll learn, Jordan! Someone will teach you! Maybe if you're lucky, Dallas will be supervising the class along with the teacher and he'll help you!"

I didn't want to think about Dallas right then. I didn't want to think about him at all. After running away from him twice, I hoped that he understood that I didn't want to see him. At least not yet. I had already been humiliated by him and in front of him; I didn't want to be humiliated again.

"So you have dirt biking for an elective, too, Emery?" a voice said from behind me, causing me to almost jump out of my skin. Of course it was Jesse. Who else could it be?

I turned toward him, glaring as hard as I could. I told myself not to talk to him, but I knew I was going to anyway. Jesse was always going to make me speak, even if I had suddenly turned mute.

Wait... what did he mean by that?

"What period do you have it?" I demanded, reaching forward for his schedule. I swear if he had seventh period, I would--

"Seventh period."

Damn it!

Jesse peaked down at my schedule, continuing to smirk. "It looks like we have gym and chemistry together, too, Emery! Isn't that just wonderful?"

I felt myself seething, getting angrier and angrier. I didn't want any classes with him! Especially not the elective that I didn't get to choose! And gym? Ugh!

"I have gym with you, Jordan," AJ said, looking away from Jesse so she wouldn't glare at him. "Ha-ha, everyone in our cabin has gym together! Isn't this going to be fun?"

I shot a flat look at Jesse. "Not really."

"Love you, too, Emery!"

I was seriously getting sick of my own last name.

"Jesse, did I hear that you have dirt biking for your seventh period?" a flirty voice asked, causing AJ to freeze and for my eye to twitch. Seconds later, the person that the voice belonged to appeared, clutching onto Jesse's arm. "I have that class, too! And I have gym your period as well!"

Great. Not only did I have Jesse in that class with me, but I had Aimee as well.

Aimee didn't even seem to acknowledge that either AJ or me were there, causing me to roll my eyes. She only continued to smile at him flirtatiously, as if her old best friends weren't standing right there. I didn't know if Aimee knew that AJ still wanted to be her friend, but if she did, she was acting like a bitch on purpose and pretending that AJ wasn't even there.

"You do? That's great," Jesse smiled down at Aimee, causing me to turn to AJ and gag loudly, just so I could get their attention. Aimee glared at me, which actually surprised me. That was the first contact I had gotten from her since we got into the fight. But it didn't seem like we were going to be getting along anytime soon.

"Jordan, don't you have somewhere else to be?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing at me. Why did I have to leave? It wasn't like I was bothering them or anything, besides the gag. And I did do that on purpose just to annoy them. But how couldn't I? They were looking at each other like they were about to take each other right then and there! At least Aimee did!

"Not really," I said with a shrug, just to piss her off. So what if we used to be friends? We weren't friends anymore, and I was sure glad about that. I didn't want to be friends with her.

"Don't you want to go make out with Dallas or something? He's here, you're here, and you used to always talk about how much you wanted to kiss him," Aimee sneered, causing my cheeks to turned bright red. She was my friend back then, so I told her everything between Dallas and me. I wish I knew back then that that was a mistake.

Because I had told her everything.

I didn't know back then that we weren't going to be friends now, but I sure wished that I did. But it was too late now, and she knew all my secrets with Dallas.

"Jesse, are you okay? You got really stiff," Aimee said, rubbing Jesse's arm. I looked up at him, and the look on his face was unreadable. I hated when he gave me looks like that, so I didn't even know what he was thinking. He always used to give me those looks whenever I talked about Dallas or whenever Dallas was around.

"I'm fine," he said simply, not even looking away from me.

What a freak.

As if hearing his name be said, the one person that I really didn't want to see appeared behind me. "Hey, Jordan, can I talk to you?"

I blinked, my eyes going wide. AJ tore her gaze away from Aimee to give me a look that I couldn't tell was excited or scared, and Aimee gave me a look of jealously. Jesse still had that look on his face, except his eyebrows were now furrowed.

He really did have problems.

"Um... uh..." was all I could say, not turning around to face him. I didn't want to say no and be rude, but then again I really didn't want to go and talk to him. He had to remember what had happened between us, right? He sure wasn't acting like he did.

"Of course you can!" a new voice said now, and I looked over and almost glared at Lexi. I really didn't feel like talking to Dallas. It was just so awkward when we were with other people and he was around, but now I was going to go talking with him, all alone? That wasn't the best idea!

Lexi shoved me toward Dallas, causing me to run into his shoulder. I didn't want to go! Where were we going to talk, anyway? This place was crawling with kids or counselors left and right! Where were we going to talk?

Dallas led me away from my friends (and Aimee and Jesse), and I could hear Lexi and AJ giggling with each other and saying things that I didn't understand. They shouldn't have been acting so giddy and excited, since nothing was going to happen between Dallas and me.

I thought I heard someone shout, "Jordan!" after me, and I couldn't help but think that it sounded like Jesse's voice. But it couldn't have been him; he never called me by my first name.

"I was really surprised when I saw you here," Dallas told me before we even got to our destination. We continued walking, and I really had no idea what to say.

"Yeah... uh... I was really surprised to, um, see you, too."

I sounded like a complete idiot. Even when I had a crush on him when we were younger, I didn't stutter like this! But he hadn't ditched me at his prom before that. Even though it had been four years, I still felt the sting of pain when I thought about that night. I took hours getting ready, trying to look my best for him, and he blew me off for some blonde skank that he wasn't even with now.

I would have understood if he was really in love with the girl. If he was married to her today, if he had kids with her, too, I would have forgiven him. But they broke up right after high school ended. And the same thing might have even gone for Aimee, if she was really in love with Bruce. But she wasn't even with him anymore, and she had now moved on to Jesse.

I just didn't understand it.

I was starting to think that it was impossible for guys to actually fall in love anymore; I was actually beginning to think that all they wanted to do was get in your pants and be done with it. Was that all Dallas wanted?

Before I knew it, we were stepping inside Cabin B. No one was inside, and I kind of wished that there was. It was awkward enough around Dallas when there were people around, but now we were all alone. No one was around, and I felt so nervous I thought I was going to faint.

Only a millisecond after Dallas had shut the screen door behind us, he had clutched my arm and pulled me to his chest, pressing his lips onto mine firmly. My eyes widening, not knowing what was really going on, I thought that I was dreaming.

When he finally pulled away from me, he rested his forehead against mine. "Please tell me you're not really going out with Jesse."

"Actually, she is. So I suggest that you take your hands off my girl."

The new voice caused me to jump so high that Dallas could have caught me if he didn't pull away from me right when the person had spoken.

I looked over and my eyes widened when I saw Jesse in the doorway to the cabin, looking very pissed off. Why would he be angry? He must have been acting and still going along with telling Dallas that I was his girlfriend! Why did he have to make my life so miserable?

Dallas raised his hands up. "Sorry, dude. I was just making sure."

"Making sure by kissing her?" he glared, grabbing onto my waist and pulling me closer to him. I tried to explain to Dallas that I wasn't going out with Jesse and that it was a lie, but my tongue felt heavy and I couldn't form any of the words that I wanted to say.

Dallas didn't say anything, but our gazes locked for a moment. I almost felt like crying, but I knew I couldn't do that. All I wanted was to keep kissing him, pretending that what had happened in the past hadn't happened and pretend that I was still a freshman and he was still a senior.

But I couldn't do that.

No matter how much I wanted to.

"And, according to the handbook, romantic relationships between a student and a counselor are prohibited."

Since when did Jesse read the handbook to anything? I could remember back in sophomore year when he was fixing up his motorcycle that he didn't read how to work a tool and almost took his hand off. He never read anything unless he was looking for something that was in it.

Had Jesse been looking for that rule?

Dallas left then, leaving me in Jesse's arms in Cabin B. It was silent for a few moments, Jesse only holding me, as I tried to think of what to do. When I finally did, I ripped away from Jesse and punched him as hard as I could in his arm, hoping that it hurt.

I looked up at his face, but it seemed like it didn't even bother him at all.

Damn it.

"Why did you do that?" I growled, feeling hot tears fill my eyes. All I had wanted ever since I had met him was for Dallas to kiss me. That was all I ever wanted! And now it finally happened, and Jesse had to ruin it! Why did he always have to ruin everything?

"Do you really expect him to be your knight in shining armor again after what he did to you?" Jesse asked, his eyebrows furrowing. "You shouldn't forgive him after he ditched you!"

"Why do you care?" I snapped, my own eyebrows furrowing as well. "Don't you like it when I get hurt? Don't you like seeing me cry, or seeing me angry or upset? Shouldn't you be happy that Dallas is back so I can relive every painful memory I have of rejection and unrequited love? You don't even know what it feels like!"

Jesse stared down at me, stepping closer to our faces were only an inch away. I blinked, swallowing hard, but I didn't step back.

"I know exactly what rejection and unrequited love feels like, Emery. And the person I care most about, the person I love, hasn't ever kissed me. So I wouldn't say that you've gotten rejected, or that it's unrequited love anymore. I'm the only one who has that," he said in a deep, low voice, as if he only wanted me to hear it.

I blinked. He must have been talking about Yolanda!

"Maybe you should just tell her how you feel," I challenged, stepping closer to him when he moved away from me. "You'll never know if you don't tell her, Jacobsen."

Jesse laughed without humor. "I already know how she feels about me."

It was kind of weird, talking about things like this with Jesse. Even though it was in the middle of a fight, we were pretty much talking about how Yolanda didn't like him. Maybe he thought that she didn't like him because of how shy she was? If Yolanda didn't like him, then he could have always gone out with Molly. She really did like him a lot, as sickening as that is.

"Oh, really? And how does she feel about you?"

"She hates me."

The bluntness in his voice caused me to take a step back in surprise, not expecting him to sound that way. Behind the bluntness that had come out with what he had said, he sounded broken as well. How much did he really like Yolanda?

... Did he love her?

"Do you love her?" I voiced my thoughts, curious. I didn't really consider this a fight anymore, but he surely could have. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now. Even though our tones weren't soft, and we weren't being kind, this wasn't a fight. Even though I did want to fight with him.

Jesse looked away from me. "Yes."

Jesse loved Yolanda? I didn't even think that that was possible!

"Well... maybe you should just tell her," I suggested, actually trying to help now. Maybe he could get Yolanda out of her shell and have her become less shy. That would be a lot better, and maybe even Jesse would become less annoying if he went out with one of my friends.

"Maybe you're right..." Jesse said, stepping closer to me and grabbing my hands, pulling me to his chest. His actions shocked me, and I had no idea what I was supposed to do as he continued, "I love you, Jordan."

My eyes widened as he said this, and I couldn't believe what he was saying. Jesse loved me? He... what... how? Jesse loved me?

I couldn't help but notice how warm he was. Maybe because my face was burning from blushing, but I noticed the heat from his chest that I never had before. He smelled nice, too, and I realized that I hadn't ever realized it before either. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he...

No, what was I thinking? Jesse was my enemy!

He snorted then, as if holding in a laugh. He then let go of me and burst out into uncontrollable laughter. I felt my cheeks heat up even more and my anger boiling when I realized that he had only been messing with me. Why did he always have to act like such a stupid idiot all the time?

"Jerk," I spat, walking past him and out of his cabin. Now I had to find a way to get back to him not only for almost destroying our cabin and for telling me that he loved me as a joke. I needed to find something that would annoy him just like he had annoyed me.

... Oh, my gosh.

I got it.

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