"Well, that was entertaining."

"It was horrible!" I cried, spitting toothpaste out into the sink for about the thousandth time before looking up at Chelsea through the mirror.  That wasn't entertaining at all! It was absolutely repulsing and disgusting! But of course Chelsea thought it was amusing.

I didn't think that I'd ever get the taste of Jesse out, no matter how many mints I shoved in my mouth, or how many times I brushed my teeth. And I found it disgusting.

Chelsea shook her head, sitting down on the edge of the tub. "Well, at least Jesse doesn't think you guys are going out now or anything. And Dallas was totally jealous, so that's another good thing."

"But Dallas hates me now," I sighed, resting my hands on the sink as I looked up at myself in the mirror. I still had the hair and the makeup that the girls had put me in earlier, and I couldn't wait to take a shower and get rid of it all. I never wanted to be reminded of this night ever again.

"I'm so jealous," Molly sighed from the couch outside, looking upset. I would never understand that girl. "You got to kiss Jesse! That's, like, my dream!"

I gave her a flat look in the mirror. "Believe me, you're not missing out on that much," I grumbled, screwing the cap back onto the toothpaste. "I'm seriously not looking forward to tomorrow. I know he's just going to make fun of me about what just happened. And I don't want everyone here thinking I'm some kind of slut."

"But you're not a slut," AJ pointed out, plopping down on her bed. "Who cares if the people here think that? You know that you're not, we know that you're not, so that all that matters. We won't be here that long, anyways, I'm sure. As long as some guy doesn't try to make a pass at you, you're fine."

I groaned. "I'm really not looking forward to tomorrow," I repeated, rubbing my hands over my face.

"Well, I am!" Lexi squealed excitedly from her bed. "Art class is going to be so much fun! I can't wait to see who else is in the class with me!"

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't really in the enthusiastic mood right now. All I wanted was to take a shower and then go to bed, since it was already one o'clock in the morning. The quicker I got in the shower, the quicker I could go to bed. And even though I was tired, I didn't really want to go to bed. Because that meant I'd have to wake up the next morning and go to brand new classes, three of them being with Jesse.

Ugh. Jesse.

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"Good morning, students!" Ms. Strong, my algebra teacher, smiled cheerfully from the front of the classroom. It was way too early to be so enthusiastic. It was Monday, nonetheless! All I wanted was to stay in bed all day, staying as far away as I possibly could from Jesse. Even though he wasn't in this class with me, he was right next door with Aimee and Emily.

I was lucky enough to have some of my friends in every class of mine, or I would have been absolutely miserable. Lexi was in this one with me, and she was sitting behind me. She didn't seem to be as tired as I was, but I knew she was. She was never a morning person, even less than me.

"I see we have some new students from The Adeline Academy for Girls and The Cambridge Institute for Boys," Ms. Strong announced, looking down and reading off the piece of paper in her hands. She looked back up, still smiling brightly. "Will those students who are new please stand up?"

Lexi and I stood, and a few guys from across the room stood as well. Lexi and I didn't even look their way, since we were pretty much in the middle of a war with them, so we just continued to look up to the front at Ms. Strong, who was still smiling brightly.

"Great, five new students! Do you mind introducing yourselves?"

Ugh. The last time I introduced myself, I got called ugly.

The three guys from Cambridge introduced themselves quickly before sitting down. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I continued to look away from them. What idiots. They couldn't even civilly introduce themselves to their new classmates. What were they, cavemen?

One of them threw a pencil, hitting Lexi square in the forehead.

Apparently they were cavemen.

"I'm Lexi Lightle," Lexi introduced through clenched teeth, glaring at the boys from Cambridge. They all stuck their tongues out at her, and I knew she would have pounced if we weren't in a classroom.

The camp counselor that helped Mrs. Strong with her classes, Jasmine, gave Lexi and the boys a pointed look. She was Cabin A's counselor, and had red hair that looked a lot like Aimee's. I wondered which teacher Dallas was helping, and I hoped that I wasn't in any of those classes. I just couldn't face him yet after what he had seen the night before.

I was sure Erica was helping with the Spanish class, since she was pretty much the only person here who could speak in Spanish. So that meant she was going to have Chelsea in one of her classes, which I was sure she was just going to love.

Note the sarcasm.

"I'm Jordan Emery," I introduced quickly before sitting down as fast as I could. I hated when the attention was on me, even if it was just when I was saying my name.

"Well, it's a joy to have you all in my class! I hope you have a fun time!"

In algebra? Sure.

The rest of the day went on, and I had luckily been able to avoid Jesse and Aimee in our gym class. But I wish I was that lucky when it came to chemistry.

Mrs. Winchester seated us alphabetically, and whoever we got seated next to at our lab tables was our partner.

Well, guess which class doesn't have anyone with last names starting with F, G, H, and I?

My chemistry class!

So who got to be my partner? You guessed it, Jesse freaking Jacobsen!

If only Chelsea was in that class with me. She would have saved me from being partners with Jesse. But no, she had Spanish that period, so I was stuck with my worst enemy as my chemistry partner!

I didn't know who the counselor that was helping out the class was, but I knew that she was Cabin E's counselor. I was sure I would learn her name in the future, so I didn't really stress on it.

"Come on, Emery. Are you not going to talk to me because of what happened last night?" Jesse whispered, leaning in closer to me while Mrs. Winchester continued to give us the rules of her classroom. I leaned away from him, just wanting to get away, and I did my best to continue looking to the front, trying to pay attention to Mrs. Winchester. I just had to pay attention...

"Come on, Emery, I'm sure Dally isn't even bothered by what he saw last night," Jesse said again, placing his hand on my knee.

This caused me to jump, and that made Mrs. Winchester stop explaining the rules to look at me with concern. "Jordan, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I assured her, trying my best to stay calm. Jesse's hand was still on my knee, and it didn't seem like he was going to take it off anytime soon. I really, really just wanted to slap his hand off of me, but Mrs. Winchester continued to give me glances to make sure I was really okay.

Jesse used to call Dallas Dally, for a reason I didn't know. I guessed it was just to annoy both Dallas and me, and it always worked.

Ryan was chuckling from behind me, causing me to roll my eyes at him. AJ and Emily were sitting up in the front, not looking back at me as they continued to listen to whatever Mrs. Winchester was saying. I didn't even care about what she was saying anymore, because Jesse was now rubbing his hand up and down my thigh, all the way up to where my shorts cut off.

"St--stop it," I stuttered through clenched teeth, not even looking at him.

"Stop what?" he smirked, continuing to rub and moving even higher.

"Stop touching me."

"No can do, Emery. This is payback for last night. I had to make the shower as cold as it could get, which still wasn't enough. Do you know how long I had to be in the shower for? A long time, Emery... A long time..." he whispered, rubbing my leg even harder.

He was playing around, too, wasn't he? So how did he get so... uh... excited?

Because he was a guy.

A pig, more like it.

"I would have liked it a lot more if you joined me, but..."

I slapped his hand off of me, causing him to smirk as his eyebrows rose. I was going to slap that smirk of his face someday, even if it was the last thing I did... How could someone smirk all the time? That seemed to be the only thing Jesse was really good at. That, and annoying that crap out of me.

"Stop touching me, pervert."

He didn't speak to me for the rest of the period, and I couldn't have been gladder. I just wanted him to leave me alone for good, but I knew that that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. I didn't even think that it would happen at all. Even if I went to Yale and Jesse went to some college all the way across the country, I knew he would find some way to annoy me.

I definitely wasn't looking forward to the next class, since I was going to have both Aimee and Jesse in it. And not to mention it was dirt biking! I was going to get myself killed! I could barely ride a normal bike without flinging myself into a bush, and they expect me to race around in the dirt?

No. Freaking. Way.

I was lucky enough to have AJ and Molly in the class with me, but I kind of had a feeling Molly would just drool over Jesse the entire time and that AJ would mope about Aimee. I really hoped that neither of those happened, but I was sure that they were going to.

"Welcome, new students!" Mr. Craven smiled at us, placing his hands on his hips. He was young, I guess, but it hair was kind of getting grey. He looked like he was in his thirties, and he was in pretty good shape as well. But his hair was still grey, which I found kind of weird. But I guess it could happen at any age, huh? When I was in eighth grade, there was actually a girl with grey hair. And she didn't even care.

It was only Aimee, AJ, Jesse, Molly, and me that were new, and I hated the fact that I had the attention on me again. And I also hated how we were sitting on logs, around a bunch of dirt bikes. I was seriously not looking forward to this class.

"Introduce yourselves, please!" Mr. Craven clapped, gesturing to AJ.

"I'm AJ Crow," she introduced quickly with a small wave to our new classmates.

"Jesse Jacobsen," Jesse said simply, almost causing me to roll my eyes.

"Molly Anthony!" Molly giggled, even bouncier than usual. I rolled my eyes this time when I realized that she was acting even peppier because Jesse was around. How could someone have a crush on Jesse? It was just so... so gross!

"I'm Aimee Dennett," Aimee winked, smiling flirtatiously at the boys that sat around us. They smirked at her, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes once again. I couldn't believe that I had actually once been friends with her. I couldn't understand why.

Before I could say my name, some of the girls that sat around me pretty much started swooning. This confused me at first, but my face turned completely white when I saw what they were swooning over.

"Dallas, so good for you to join us," Mr. Craven smiled, patting my old friend on the back. "I thought you weren't going to show up for a second."

"Sorry I'm late," Dallas told him, his eyes not leaving me. "I got held up in the office with the paperwork you gave me to copy."

Wait... did that mean that Dallas was the counselor that helped Mr. Craven? No! That meant he was going to be there every single day! With me! Ugh, and Jesse!

Obviously noticing that Dallas's eyes never left me, Jesse took a step closer. I found my eyebrows furrowing, and I would have hit him if we weren't in front of a teacher. How long was he going to go on with this joke? It was just so stupid!

I then realized that I hadn't introduced myself yet, and Mr. Craven was smiling at me politely. "And you are?" he asked, causing my stomach to drop. For some reason I really didn't want to say my name in front of Dallas, and I had no idea why.

"I--I'm Jordan Emery," I stuttered, looking at the ground and away from Dallas. Mr. Craven could think I was shy for all I cared; I just couldn't look at Dallas. After the way he had kissed me, and after how he asked me if I was really going out with Jesse, and especially after the hurt look he gave me the night before, I just couldn't face him. I didn't think that I would ever be able to again.

"Well, it's great to have you all in my class," Mr. Craven continued to smile. "How about the five of you go into the shed to go get fitted for helmets? Dallas, take them in for me."

Dallas nodded. "Sure."

Even though we weren't going to be alone, I definitely didn't want to go into some shed with Dallas. I didn't want to be by him right now, because I couldn't handle seeing his hurt, upset, and disapproving looks that he continued to give me. Why did it have to be him that caught me the night before with my hand down Jesse's pants? It was just a stupid prank!

We followed him away from the class and toward the shed that supposedly held all the helmets. This class didn't seem like fun to begin with, but now it just seemed absolutely horrible.

When we got into the shed, Dallas grabbed and tossed a helmet at Jesse, who caught it easily. He smirked as he said, "Are you sure this is going to fit me, Dally?"

I could see the muscle in Dallas's arm twitch slightly. "If it doesn't just come back, Jesse," he said, not even glancing back at Jesse as he continued to look for helmets for the rest of us.

Jesse rolled his eyes, giving me a quick look before making his way out of the shack. I rolled my eyes, ignoring his look, and I turned toward Dallas awkwardly. He had already given Molly and Aimee their helmets by the time Jesse had exited the shed, and now they were following after him.

"Here, AJ," Dallas smiled slightly, handing my best friend her helmet.

After Dallas had turned around in search of a helmet for me, AJ turned toward the door, shooting me an apologetic look. My eyes widened when I realized that she was actually going to leave me alone with him, and I felt my heartbeat quicken.

"Jordan," Dallas started with a sigh, turning away from the racks of helmets and toward me once the shed door closed behind AJ. "... I'm sorry."

"You're... sorry?"

What did he have to be sorry about? He had caught me kissing Jesse after hours with my hand down his pants, and he was the one apologizing? I was the one that was supposed to be saying sorry, not him! What, was he sorry for interrupting us or something? I should be thanking him for that!

"I'm sorry for what happened, all those years ago," he said quietly, reaching over and taking a helmet from the rack, avoiding my gaze. "I'm sorry for leaving you at my school like a complete and total asshole. I should have never even thought about using you to get Trinity back, but I was a complete bastard and did it anyway. I'm sorry for that. I'm so sorry..."

My eyes widened slightly as he slipped the helmet over my head, making sure it fit me. It covered my mouth, but I could see through it perfectly, since the thing that covered your eyes was open and not closed. Dallas's brown eyes shined with sorrow in the little light we had in the shed, and I couldn't help but feel like a little kid as I looked up at him.

"D--Dallas..." I whimpered, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. I didn't want to cry in front of him, like I had done so many times before when we were little. I wanted to show him that I had grown and matured in the four years that he was gone, but even I knew that I hadn't changed very much at all.

"Shh," he shushed almost silently, reaching over and stroking the skin on my neck lightly, since my cheeks were still covered by the helmet. I now reached up, pulling the helmet over my head and under my arm so that it was no longer in the way.

Now that the helmet wasn't covering my face, his hand moved to my cheek. He stroked lightly, and I couldn't help but nuzzle into his touch. This was what I had wanted ever since I had met him when we were kids, and now that it was actually happening I couldn't believe it.

"I realized right after what had happened that what I had done was stupid and wrong, and I tried to talk to you... but you didn't want anything to do with me. The one regret I have is not kissing you sooner, not telling you how I really feel... All I could think about back then was Trinity, and I apologize for that. It was a mistake..." Dallas whispered, continuing to stroke my cheek.

"Then let's make up for the lost time," I suggested quietly, not sure of my own voice. Normally I wouldn't ever say something like that, but it felt right with Dallas. It almost seemed like it was four years before, and everything that had happened at the prom didn't really happen.

Dallas smiled down at me, leaning over and slowly placing his lips on mine. I found myself smiling, wrapping my arms around his neck as his wrapped around my waist. My fourteen-year-old self was screaming and jumping around inside, but I made sure to keep myself composed and calm as our lips moved with each other's.

Who cared if a relationship between a counselor and a student were prohibited? Dallas obviously didn't care about that, and I didn't really care either.

When the shed door almost burst open, I almost jumped three feet away from Dallas. But the damage was already done, I knew, because whoever had opened the door had seen us.

I expected to see Mr. Craven, or Erica, or some other angry teacher that enforced the rules, so now both Dallas and I were going to get kicked out of Camp Kingston, but no teacher or counselor were standing on the other side of the door.

It was Jesse, the helmet Dallas had given him under his arm, and he looked so pissed off I thought he could have ripped Dallas's head off, which actually kind of scared me. Even after all the pranks that I had pulled on Jesse, or all the mean comments I had sent his way, I had never seen that look on his face. Ever.

I then realized that he must have still been joking, and was trying to play the role of a jealous and pissed off boyfriend. I thought that he played the roll pretty well, since he really did look like a how a boyfriend would look if he walked in on his girlfriend making out with some other guy.

"Oh, yeah. You're going out with Jesse," Dallas said, as if he had totally forgot, which he must have.

"Hell yeah she is," Jesse snapped, walking over and gripping my wrist tightly.

"Jesse--!" I cried out, almost tripping over myself as he pulled me away and out of the shed, tossing the helmet at Dallas.

"Doesn't fit, asshole."

Instead of going back toward the class like I thought he would, Jesse went the complete opposite way, back toward our cabins. I tried to pull out of his grasp, but I knew that there was no use. Jesse was strong than me, he had always been stronger than me, so there was no way I was going to get away from him.

"Jesse, let go of me!" I demanded, trying my best not to trip. He didn't look back at me; he only continued walking without even speaking. Dallas couldn't see us anymore, so he didn't have to pretend to be angry or jealous anymore. And why was he holding onto my wrist so tightly?

"Jeez, why do you have to be so annoying?" I snapped, getting tired of the silence. He was obviously not speaking to me on purpose, so I was going to make him acknowledge me by annoying him, like I always did when he was like this. "I've been waiting for that ever since I was little! Why do you always have to ruin everything that goes well for me? Do you enjoy seeing me suffer?"

Jesse looked over his shoulder at me, glaring. "I don't enjoy seeing you suffer."

"Sure you don't!" I snapped, hopping over a rock so I wouldn't fall down. "You interrupted my kiss with Dallas twice, and you made him think that I was going out with you! Not only that, you live to make fun of me and everything I do, and you're never nice! I just don't get you! What's your problem?"

Jesse glared at me again, but continued pulling me along. "Believe me, Emery, if I told you what my problem is, you would just think I'm joking and wouldn't believe me."

My eyebrows furrowed. "No I wouldn't!"

Jesse rolled his eyes, but still looked very pissed off as we got closer to the cabins. I wondered if we were going to get in trouble for pretty much ditching seventh period, and I really hoped that we didn't. Jesse already almost ruined my chances with one school; I didn't want him doing it again.

"Would you just let go of me?" I cried, trying to yank away from his grasp. "Can't you just stop being annoying and rude for once and just try to be nice to me for once? And why can't you just be nice to Dallas?"

"After everything he's done to you, you want me to be nice to him?" Jesse demanded, glaring. "Stop being such a pushover, Emery! He used you once, he'll use you again! He's not a good guy; he's already proved that to you four years ago!"

"You're not a good guy!" I screamed, stopping by the side of Cabin B. "You pick on me and make my life a living hell, and he only did one bad thing to me!"

"I would never use and ditch you."

"Sure you wouldn't!"

Jesse shook his head, still looking very angry. If he was acting back at the shed, he definitely wasn't acting now. He was pissed, I knew, and he definitely wasn't acting.

"Why do you even care?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. "We've been through this before! Why do you care if Dallas breaks my heart again? You're my enemy, Jesse, my enemy! You have been for the past four years! Why do you care?"

"I have my reasons," he snapped, looking away from me and not meeting my gaze. Ugh, why did he have to be so annoying all the time? Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

"Why can't you just accept the fact that maybe I'm actually in love with Dallas?"

Not even a millisecond after the words had left my lips, I was suddenly bashed against the wall, causing me to groan loudly. Even after all the roughhousing Jesse and I had gone through with each other when we were younger, it was never like this. This time it actually hurt, and it actually brought tears to my eyes. Why was he being so rough?

"You are not in love Dallas," he growled, his hands on either side of my head.

I was shocked at the tone in his voice; it was something that I had never heard before. Even after fighting with him for years, I hadn't ever seen that look on his face, or that tone in his voice. What was going on?

I looked away from him as the tears fell down my face, not wanting him to see my cry. Why did he always have to do this to me? Why did he always have to act like such a jerk and make me cry?

Obviously noticing my horrified expression and the tears falling down my face, the look on Jesse's face went away immediately and his eyes went wide with shock, as if he couldn't even believe what he had just done.

"Jordan," he said breathily, so quietly I barely heard him. "Jordan, I'm sorry..."

He hadn't ever apologized to me before; I hadn't even ever heard those two words come out of his mouth in the four years I had known him. But he was apologizing after he had hurt me, actual hurting. Not emotionally or mentally, but physically.

He reached up and cupped my cheek, surprising me. He hadn't ever done something like that, either, and I didn't know what he was doing anymore. He always had to be confusing like that, didn't he? I was never going to understand him!

He wiped a few of my tears away before noticing my shocked expression. He pulled away after he noticed, stuffing his hands into his pockets immediately.

"Sorry," he mumbled one last time before turning away and going inside Cabin B, leaving me paralyzed against the wall. What was with him?

I slid to the ground slowly, not knowing what I was supposed to do. Why did he get so rough when I had mentioned being in love with Dallas? And why did he get so soft and kind when he saw that I was scared and crying? What was his problem? Why did he always act like a jealous boyfriend when Dallas was around, and then act like a complete and total ass the next moment? Why did he have to confuse me so much?

And what was with the look in his eye right after I told him that I might have been in love with Dallas?

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I don't like that Jesse did that to her. -_- That's why in the version that I'm going to publish whenever, he doesn't push her against a wall or hurt her.

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