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Getting hit with the love arrow

Camp. I groaned. Walking up to it, gates at the side and a huge field in the back. People have just arrived and I was like the, 8th? It didn't matter, now I have to go through the day.

When I realized it was a camp of all guys, my excitement grew as to see new guys fill in the space of my empty life.

I don't know. Just something.

Others started to arrive, it was a long drive I can tell you that. And it better be worth it.

I sat on a log near the entryway, watching everyone walk by and into the lawn of the cabins and main house.

But my god, I haven't seen anyone yet. Mostly everyone was talking to someone. I'm just left out.

Gags*

I started to sip on my water, just little gulps hoping for a surprise to make me spit it out in a rush, but instead. I gagged on it when I saw him.

Flawless dark hair, tanned ish body and muscled form. On the other hand I was a little pale myself. Though it wouldn't matter, my time in this crowded camp I should glow.

I stand up to join the rest as we all gathered in the center of the place. Some greeting others with a slap on the back, high five, hug, short conversation. I jot all this information down in my head.

"Welcome!" A man in red and shorts came out. Hairy down on the legs and the arms but a smooth face as his brown hair swooped to the side. "This as you know is a all male camp, why? Well, we try to help guys get together and become buds, learn each other, get close to know ones story and grow from that."

I blink a couple of times.

Shit, its that kind of camp.

What could I expect. Well, who knows. That 'get close' could mean something else.

"By the end of this all, we hope for you to have gotten to know one another and have a positive and satisfying time. Now, if you may. Stand in a line so we can take count."

Me? Stans in front of a guy?

I have no idea but I felt my cheeks heat as they started to push and get into a straight line. Pushing closer to me as the man started up front and went back with a 5, 6 , 7, 8.

Shortly he ended with a 50.

50 of us? This will be interesting.

He starts us off with a choice of cabins. I was hesitating to pick, wanting to find the best one and with the right guy in it.

I stumble to get to one when others were already easily finding a partner and moving in. I grinned to find that male from before staring at the cabin, by himself, I rush over but see that I was too late.

I stopped. That....hunk-a-chunk stealing bastard!
I thought as a frown formed on my face.

There was another cabin open for me. Just me. No one else. I sigh and head towards it. Dropping my water bottle down, squeezing it without realizing.

Setting my bag down as well. Looking down at my shirt, it was wet. Probably because the line forming we did and I was pushed so close I bumped into someone and spilled a little on me.

I take my shirt off. Setting it to the side. Getting ready for the first night of camp, alone.

Is it wrong I thought of it like this before, knowing no one would be with me? Oh well. I came to terms that this experience at a all boy camp would be a drag, but I could make things.

Interesting.