𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋. 𝙁𝙄𝙁𝙏𝙔 𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 ─── 𝖲𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖮𝖭 𝟰
❝ 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗩 𝖳𝖱𝖨𝖯 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 ❞
❪ 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙄𝙊𝙍 𝘾𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘗 ❫

𝟱𝟴. ╱ ✷      ❝ 𝗂   𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴   𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲   𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀. ❞
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"𝘼𝙉𝙓𝙄𝙀𝙏𝙔 𝙄𝙎 a motherfucker. Excuse my language. Just everything that's out there, waiting to happen to you. What you know is coming . . . and what you don't. When your fate is in someone else's hands . . . or no one's. What you see coming . . . and what you don't."

"And when people are watching you, seeing you, and you can see that they see it, it only makes it worse."

"Every year old the fucking senior trip, the team singles out some poor kid and destroys him." Justin stands in front of some lockers with Ani and Riley.

"Destroys him how?"

Riley snorts, "They use this stupid fucking legend about Burnham Woods."

"No one fucking believes it, but they pull all this shit to freak kids out. One year, this kid pissed his pants." Justin laughed.

"And how do you know this?" Ani looks at Riley.

"Scott, Bryce and Monty told me one year when they were drunk." Riley shrugged.

"I mean, I see people talking about me, and I feel lost. Alone."

"What are you guys whispering about?" Clay asked as he met the three in the middle of the hallway.

"Oh, nothing. Uh, how did it go?" Ani asked him, but Clay just walks in between them without saying a world.

"Going back to school . . . after a two-week suspension . . . was like . . . like coming back from war."

"I'm going to check on him." Ani tells the two before following after Clay.

"So, I saw Scott drop you off this morning. What's he doing back?" Justin asked Riley, the two of them moving down the hall in the opposite direction.

"He talked to Bolan, and he agreed to let Scott come on the camping trip." Riley chuckled, "Don't ask me how he managed to talk him into it, because I have no fucking idea."

"Even my friends looked at me like I might go at any minutes, lose it completely . . . any maybe they're right."

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"𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 phone from buzzing." Scott sighed, laying his head on Riley's stomach as they laid in her bed, a movie playing on the table.

"You are so whiney. I'm seriously thinking about sending you outside to sleep with Justn and — Holy shit."

"What? What is it?"

"Guys, I know every one of you is a good person. You've kept my secrets, and I've kept yours . . . but we've all done terrible things. I can't live with that anymore. I can't keep looking over my shoulder . . . I can't live like this. We can't live like this. I'm sure a lot of you feel the same. Something has to change. Wouldn't it be better for everyone if we just told the truth? We hurt people, and it's time to come clean. If we don't all confess to what we did, I'm going to tell everyone the truth at the senior share campfire." Riley read from her phone screen, "Clay just emailed that to all of us."

"Yeah, the group chat is going crazy." Scott sighed after checking his phone to see that he had a dozen text messages from everyone that had gotten it.

"I'm gonna kill him." She gets up from her bed, racing out of the room and down the stairs with Scott fast on her heels, the two of them going out the backdoor and into the outhouse, "Clay, what the fuck?!"

"He says he didn't write it." Justin crosses his arms over his chest.

"Dude, it came from your email." Scott sighed, "That group chat is blowing up."

"Clay . . . , "

"I didn't write this, you have to believe me."

Riley sighed, "We do believe you."

"It just . . . it came from your account."

"Yeah, someone must have hacked me." Clay tries to get them to listen to him, "Why would I write this? It's fucking Diego and those guys."

"Why would those guys come after you again?" Justin asked.

"I think it's cause I picked that fight."

"Why did you pick that fight?" Questioned Scott.

"Alright, Clay, uh . . . let's just not go." Justin spoke up after Clay didn't answer Scott's question. "We can just hang here. Camping sucks anyways. It's intensely uncomfortable."

"You don't think I can handle it." Clay looks over at him in disbelief, "You think I might, like, break. All three of you."

"That's not what we're saying at all, Clay."

"Like I'm actually crazy."

"Clay. Clay, what happened on the football field?" Justin questions him as Clay walked away from the table and towards his bed. "Why won't you tell us? Because you don't trust us?"

"Because nothing happened!" Clay spun around to face them.

Justin sighed, playing with his fingers, "Let's just stay home, okay?"

"Hey." Lainie sings as she walks into the outhouse, Scott quickly closing the laptop as the older woman walked by with bags in hand, "Look what I got. Everything you need . . . to go camping." She pulls out an ugly hat, putting it on the top of her head.

"Mom, I'm not wearing that." Clay tells her.

"I know, I bought it for myself." She smiled, "I'm going with you guys?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry, what's happening?"

"This is gold." Scott laughed.

"Mom, no." Clay shakes his head, denying his mother's words, "Just no. You don't even know how to camp. Only dad does."

"I know, and unfortunately, he's at a Dickens conference, so . . . you won't even know I'm there! Besides, look at all this great stuff I got us."

"Yeah, that REI guy really saw you coming." Justin joked with the woman.

"Oh, oh, oh, check it out!" She pulls out two boxes from the bag, "Solar lanterns. Oh, of course you need sunlight to charge them. I'm gonna put them outside in the morning. Fun! Hey, get your sleep, okay?"

Clay sighed as his mom leaves the outhouse, looking at the three sitting at the table, "I guess we're going camping."

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"𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝙀𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿 of Burnham Woods. Some kids were partying in, like, ancient times, like the eighties. One of them was drunk and fell into a ravine, cracked his head open. His friends left him for dead, but he wasn't dead, and he came back to get his revenge on them one by one with an ex."

"All I've heard about is this stupid fucking legend." Riley rolled her eyes, standing with Alex and Jessica while Scott had gone to get their stuff.

"He says he was hacked." Alex puts his backpack on his back.

"You can't actually believe that." Jessica scoffed. "We have to do something. Take control of this."

"But is that maybe exactly what whoever wrote the email wants, for us to do something that makes us look crazy or guilty?" Alex asked the two girls.

"Someone wants us to fucking confess." Riley shrugged her shoulders as Scott joined the three of them.

"They're sure as hell not getting it from me." Jessica tells him.

"Well, I was at college, so . . . ,"

"Yeah, but you still know that it happened." Jessica turns to the Reed boy.

"Look, we just have to make sure they don't get it from anyone else." Riley tried to grab her bag from Scott, but he slapped her hand away, making the blonde roll her eyes at him.

"He buried them in the woods, and marked their graves with cairns and crosses, and know his spirit roams the woods with that ax, terrorizing teenager and making them pay for their sins."

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"𝘿𝙐𝙈𝘽 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔, right? But here's the thing; when you're afraid, and you can't just say what you're afraid of or you don't know, then one story is as good as another. So your mind takes the story and tells it to you over and over until it might as well be real."

"And the way anxiety works, it builds on itself. It just grows all on its own until it's out of control and you try anything you can to stop it."

"I hate this." Riley sighed as she looked around, Scott laughing as he put their tent up, "I'm surprised they're letting us share a tent."

"Do you really wanna share a tent with someone else?" Scott stands up, wiping his hands on his jeans, "And they didn't let me share a tent with you. Jessica has her own since Ani isn't here. We're gonna switch once everyone gets in their own."

"Smart move."

"Where is she anyway?"

Riley smirked, "Probably off having sex with Deigo."

He raised an eyebrow, "But him and the other football players are messing with Clay."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she's only doing it to get back at Justin." Riley shrugged as she tossed her bag inside the tent, "But it's none of my business, so I'm just leaving it alone."

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𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦 around the fire in the middle of the campground. Riley sat in between Tony and Tyler, Scott sitting on the ground in front of her, sat in between her legs as his head leaned back onto her thigh.

"Okay, then, the question for senior share." Lainie stood with the teens, Standall standing next to her. "Looking back on your time at Liberty, do you have any regrets? You know, let's pick something a little happier. Uh . . . who do you trust most in your life and why?"

The sound of the fire crackling is the only thing that could be heard as the teens look around at each other.

"Uh, I'm not a Senior anymore, but can I go?" Scott broke the silence, clearing his throat.

"Yeah, go ahead, Scott." Lainie smiled at him, tossing him a large seashell.

"Okay, the person I trust the most in my life would most definitely be this pretty lady right here." Scott pats Riley's calf as he looks up at her with a smile, "And why . . . she's somebody that I can confide in when need be, and without her, I honestly can say that I have no fucking clue where I would be without her. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

All of their friends smile softly at the couple who had gone from secretly hiding their relationship to out in the open for everyone to see, and now getting married.

Tony nudged the blonde with his foot, sending her a mocking heart with his hands, causing people who seen it to chuckled.

"Riley? What about you?" Standall asked the girl who had been to his house more times than he could count for his son.

"The person I trust most in my life is . . . Scott." She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek, Scott still holding the seashell. "He came into my life after . . . . freshman year and he's stayed by my side through all of the crazy shit that's happened since we've met. And like he said, I don't know where I would be without him."

"Okay, anybody else?" Lainie looked around at the quiet teens.

"I'll go." Diego's voice cuts through the silence, Scott tossing the shell over to him, "I, um . . . I always trust my boys to have my back. And I . . . I trusted Monty, always."

Scott can feel Riley tense up at the mention of the De La Cruz boy, running his hand up and down her calf to help her body relax.

"He was the one that got me to play. Freshman year, I, um, remember telling him, 'Dominicans don't play football'." Diego says, earning some chuckles. "But he wouldn't take that. He taught me pride, he taught me what it was to trust someone, and . . . and I miss him."

"I, um, I gotta — I'm sorry." Riley stands up, moving around the groups of students as she feels the tears rolling down her face.

Monty was a shit person.

He was a bully and a rapist, but the two had grown up together, always there for each other when they really needed it. Monty was one of the main ones, right next to Justin, Scott and Zach, that had helped her when Jeff had died. He was the one that spent most of his days in the hospital with her when Lainie and Matt had to work.

And at the end of the day, Riley had been the one to come up with the plan to frame the boy for Bryce's murder after learning that he had been stabbed in his cell and the guilt was consuming her. Not in the way that it was with Clay, but silently, she was beating herself up about it every day.

"I — I'm sorry." Diego frowned, "I didn't mean . . . I didn't mean to upset her."

"No, it's okay." Scott stands up from the ground, patting the boy on the shoulder, "She just . . . she's okay. I'll go check on her.

"Thank you, Scott."

The boy disappears in the direction Riley had gone, finding her pacing a good way away from them and she ran her fingers constantly through her hair.

"Hey, Riley, it's okay." Scott brought her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head as his fingers tangled in her blonde curls, "It's okay, baby. I got you."

"And, yeah, I'm afraid the football players are gonna fuck with me, and I don't know what I'll do if they do."

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"𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗦 a sheet of clues and a GPS device, which I hope you know how to operate."

The picnic tables are crowded with Seniors as Lainie explained to them the activity that they were going to be doing.

A yawn leaves Riley's lips as she rested her on Justin's shoulder, Scott sitting next to Clay.

"We've collected all of your phones, and if anyone has a second phone, then you're disqualified."

"And also your parents are too rich." Diego joked, causing people to snicker.

"Hidden around this camp are canvas bag with treasure inside, like this one."

Standall holds the back up for all of the teens to look at, "So all these cluses have been designed to keep you in safe places, but this is the wild. We're out here alone, and we need to look out for each other. So stick with your partner, please. And if you should encounter some wildlife, try to remain calm and back slowly away."

"And then come back to camp and change your underwear."

"Yes, thank you, Diego. Alright, stay safe, have fun." Standall says, "And Scott."

"Yes, sir?" The boy looks up at him.

"Things are not in the same spots at last year's Senior camping trip."

"I figured as much."

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𝗥𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 Scott walks behind Justin who held the compass in his hand, Clay hanging a bit away with the clue paper in hand. It only required for two people per group, the four of them figured that they could help each other, well Riley honestly couldn't care so she would be leaving it to Justin and Clay.

"You sure you know how to use that?" Clay asked his adoptive brother, "Because I do."

"Look, I just think it's best if we do this totally together." Justin answered him, a confused look on his face as he looks down at the yellow and black device in his hands.

"Are you seriously worried about me?" Clay asked.

"We're all worried about you, Clay." Riley sighed, intertwining her fingers with Scott's.

"Ya'll don't really think I wrote that email? Justin!"

"No! I don't." Justin spins around to face him. "I think someone sent the email, and they want a confession."

"And you think it might be me."

"We don't!" Justin looks around, "Clay, we . . . we don't."

"We just think that someone wants shit to go down on this trip." Scott spoke up, swatting away at the bugs flying around him.

"And maybe you're not in the best place to handle that."

"But you are." Clay nods, "Of course. I know how to use this, you don't." He takes the compass from Justin's hands. "And what about you, Justin? Or you? Who has the best access to my computer? Who knows my password? Just you two."

"Really?"

Clay walks ahead of the others, "You say I'm not right in the head. You're not even the same person anymore, either of you. Riley comes home from her trip with a new haircut and Justin leaves rehab, he breaks up with Jessica, you narc on me multiple times, maybe this is your next thing. Maybe the three of you are working together. Maybe you guys are the ones who want a confession. Huh?

Clay turns around as he's done ranting, looking around as he takes notice of the three being done.

"Justin! Riley? Scott? Come the fuck on." Clay moves back towards where they were standing.

"I mean, what happens if I go into my anxiety . . . and they're waiting for me there?"

"Justin? Scott? Riley? Justin!"

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"𝗜 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 the first campfire was lovely." Lainie helps Bill clean up around the campground.

"Yeah, they certainly took it seriously." Bill tosses more trash into the bag he had in his hand.

"Wait." Lainie drops the trash into the trash can, pulling out a stack of folded up paper, "Aren't these the clues?"

Bill quickly walks over to her, taking the stack from her hands to look over them, "Yep, I believe they are."

"Then what clues are they hunting?"

"Football players fuck with people. It's what they do."

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𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗦 a knife in his hands, looking around the wooded area along with Scott as they keep Riley behind them just in case, all three turning around at the sound of screams from off in the distance.

"Was the fucking Clay?" Riley hissed as she looked around, hands shaking as her anxiety began to creep up on her.

The sounds of twigs snapping makes her gasps as Justin and Scott move to stand in front of her in a protective manner.

"Hey, look." Scott mumbled, pointing between two trees where they could see the blue jacket of a liberty football player.

"Fucking Beecher." Justin mumbles, quickly springing into action, screaming, "motherfucker!" as he attacks the person, sending them both tumbling to the ground.

The two begin screaming as Riley and Scott run down the small hill.

"Justin, what the actual fuck?" Charlie lays underneath him on the ground, a scared expression on his face.

"Shit!"

"Charlie, are you okay?" Riley quickly asked the boy, helping in off of the ground as Justin stood himself up.

"Sorry, sorry, I thought you were a football player."

Charlie pauses, looking at the boy, "I am a football player."

"Yeah."

"And so are you. What the fuck is up?" He asked, looking between the three of them as Riley dusted the dirt and grass from the back of his jacket.

"Have you been with Beecher and those guys?" Justin asked.

"I . . . I was supposed to be with Zach, but he ditched me." Charlie tells him, "Why? What did Beecher do?"

"It's nothing." Justin waved him off.

"Tell me."

"Him and a couple other guys held us down, and . . . and Clay ran off."

"We knew it was Beecher cause we could smell his nasty-ass body spray." Riley gagged just thinking about it.

"And now we have to look for Clay or them." Justin holds his hands out, looking around.

"They're fucking with Clay again?" Charlie asked, just as distant screams rang through the air.

"Or with us."

"Alright, let's go." Scott sighed, "None of this happened when I came on this trip."

"Yeah? That's because you weren't covering up a murder!" Riley hissed quietly as the four of them began walking. "I really fucking hate the outdoors!"

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𝗥𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗬 𝗣𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗦 open the wooden door of a small shed, walking inside with the boys following behind, "They're not fucking here."

"If we hang out, they'll show." Charlie spoke up. "Or do we go back and report Clay missing?"

"I don't know. It's just attention we don't need." Justin says as he and Riley look around the cabin.

"We also don't need Clay lost." Scott rubbed his hand across his forehead in frustration.

A scream leaves Riley's lips as the door slams shut behind them, "Fuck this place!"

"What the fuck?" Justin asked loudly, also shaking up by the sudden noise, "Where's Clay?"

"We don't know." Diego's voice is shaky, Luke moving around behind him.

"Fuck you, you don't know."

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Scott turned around, looking between two of his old teammates, "What's the game?"

"We just . . . we fucked with the clues, okay?" Diego admits to the four, "We sent people places to freak them out, that's it."

"That's all we did." Luke said.

"And there's shit happening that is not us. There's something out there."

Charlie chuckles, "Diego, man, give it up. You're a somewhat decent DB, but you are shitty liar."

"Ooh, Charlie Brown is getting fisty."

Scott looks down at the girl attached to him, "Really? Now isn't the time for teasing."

"I will leave your ass to rot out here." She glared at her fiancé, the sounds of muffled crying filling their ears, "Okay! That's fucking enough!"

"It's not us!" Diego yelled, turning around to face them.

The door slams open, causing the group to jump as Beecher falls into the room, no pants on and his hands tied together by rope and duct tape covering his mouth.

"Get up. Come on." Luke moves to help the boy up with Scott's help.

"I told you it's not us!"

"Come on, you're okay."

Justin scrunched his face, "Can we get him some pants?"

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗬 had grown dark, the group of teens still hiding away in the abandoned cabin but now Jessica was with them.

"Look, whoever it is, whatever it is, it came after us." Diego pleaded his case to the ones that didn't believe him. "They fucked up our tent and stole our shit. They attacked Beecher."

"Then where the fuck is Clay?" Justin asked.

"Why do you care so much about that little prick?" Diego asked, "We don't know where he is."

"Tellin' ya, it's the dead kid." Luke says from his place.

"It's the woods." Beecher spoke up.

"It's the ghost of Burnham Woods."

"Don't be stupid, Christmas!" Riley throws her head back with a roll of her eyes, "God, I hate fucking jocks."

"Hey, you're marrying a jock." Scott looks at her in offence.

"I might not be if we don't figure out what the hell is going on!"

"Can you honestly tell me you didn't see or hear anything fucked up out there tonight?" Diego questioned, everyone staying silent as they look at each other, "Jess?"

Jessica looks up, "I . . . ,"

"Jess, what happened?" Justin stood up just as the door creaked open, scaring the teens into standing up.

Diego runs to hold it shut, but someone is determined to get inside.

"Alright." Jessica called out, "Okay, we're scared! Enough, please."

The sounds of metal scrapping fill their ears, someone hitting on the walls around them.

"Hey! Fuck off, asshole!" Riley yelled out, Scott reaching out to pull her into him.

"Will you stop yelling at whoever it is, please?" He whispers in her ear, "I'm trying to make it back home, okay."

A creepy laugh is heard before more banging on the wall, and the only source of light they had falls to the floor, making the world around them go dark.

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"𝗪𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 starve in here."

Justin looks over at Luke, "Dude, you're not gonna starve any time soon."

"Hey! I have very low body fat, Foley." Luke argues with the boy. "This is muscle."

"I am so over this year." Riley sighs, laying her head on Scott's shoulder, the boy holding her hand in his as his thumb runs across the stone in her engagement ring.

"I have a few granola camp cookies." Charlie pulls the bag out of his jacket.

Before anyone can comment though, something rattles at the door and everyone stands up, reaching around them to grab anything they could to protect themselves, Diego and Scott making sure that they stand in front of the only two girls with them.

Jessica and Riley scream as the door is shoved open, revealing Zach standing in the doorway.

"Oh, fuck!"

Zach breaths deeply as he looks at them, "This thing is getting all kinds of fucked up."

Justin lets out a frustrated groan as Jessica and Riley hold onto each other in fear.

"We're out of here!" Luke is the first one to run out of the building.

"Let's go." Diego leads Beecher out.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jessica asks in complete disbelief, "Stop them!"

"We're all getting the fuck out of here." Justin says, moving towards the door.

"No." Zach stops him by putting his arm across his chest, "We gotta talk."

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"𝗦𝗢, 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡 . . . and Alex?" Charlie asked.

Zach stands in front of them, arms crossed over his chest. "And Alex is, like, heartbroken. And now we're fucked. Oh, I'm sorry, more fucked."

"Does Winston know why Alex did it?" Scott asked.

More banging is heard from the door, the others turning towards it, absolutely done with the night that they've had. Jessica grabs onto Charlie's arm and Riley hides herself more into Scott's side, his arm around her shoulders.

Zach moves towards the door, pulling it open to show Tony standing in the door.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Jessica sighed, "Can we leave the damn door open now?"

"Diego pointed me this way, so what the fuck is going on?" Tony asked, glancing at everyone.

"Winston Williams can alibi Monty." Riley huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"The Hillcrest kid?"

"He knows that Monty didn't kill Bryce. He was with him that night." Zach explained his knowledge to Tony. "Oh, and on top of that, Clay and Ani have known for months."

"Are you fucking serious?" Riley asked.

"Wait . . . you didn't know that?" Jessica looks over at the blonde, "They didn't tell you."

"Fuck no, they didn't' tell me." Riley shakes her head, "And everybody is always asking me why I don't trust Ani. Because of shit like this. And Clay isn't looking to good in my book right now either."

"Um . . . I'm sure it was just to protect us." Justin tries to defend his brother.

"Big surprise. They failed."

"So, the email was Winston?" Charlie questioned.

"Is the kid gonna talk tonight?" Scott questioned, feeling his anger rising.

"We don't know it was Winston." Tony denied, "Other people might want it out."

"Like who?" Riley and Zach asked.

"Like Tyler."

"Tony, what makes you say that?"

"You guys, maybe it was Ani." Jessica spoke up from her place, "Think about it. It's way easier for her to hack Clay than Winston, and now she's not even here?"

"Honestly, any one of us could have written that email." Justin voiced his opinion.

Zach turns to him, "Including you and Riley."

"Yes, Zach, including me."

"Why the fuck would it be me?" Riley pinched her eyebrows together, "Do you know what I have on the line? It was my idea to frame Monty in the first place, why the fuck would I want to confess."

"Are we gonna fucking fall apart over it, or trust each other? What's it gonna be?" Justin asked. "Clay is lost. We need to find him."

"Hey, kids." Bill's voice calls out, the man standing outside the cabin, "Everything okay? Shall we get back to camp?"

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗡 be heard as the group of seven made it back to the camp right before a horn sound. Everyone turns their heads, finding an exhausted looking Clay, all of the treasure bags hanging from his shoulders.

"I won."

Diego stands up, moving towards the Jensen boy, "Where'd you get all that?"

Clay walks over to him, "You left me for dead."

"Oh, no way, dude. We went back for you, you weren't there." Diego tells him.

"I was unconscious." Clay stated.

Diego shakes his head, "No. You were gone. I don't know what you think you're up to, but we know shit now."

Clay looks over his shoulder, eyes locking with Winston, walking towards him this time, "Was it you? Are you working with them now?"

"I . . . seriously, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Clay." Riley walks up to them, Jessica walking behind her.

"But what about you?" He looked at Jessica, "You knew Diego was gonna fuck with me. You — you said so."

"Hey. Campfire's ready." Bill interrupts, standing between Justin and Zach. Let's go."

Riley starred her cousin down, scoffing as she shook her head and walked by him, knocking her shoulder into his as she did so.

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"𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 question for the final campfire." Lainie holds the book in her hand, "Um . . . the traditional question; how has this weekend changed you, and what memory will you take with you forever?"

"I'll start." Winston reaches out for the seashell, taking it in his hands before sighing, "It's great to finally be a part of the Liberty community, to see how folks really are. I didn't know before, so . . . that's really great."

"Wonderful, Winston."

"Yeah . . . ," Zach nods his head, "Welcome to Liberty fucking High School."

"Yeah. Welcome." Lainie laughs awkwardly, "Okay. Who's next? Clay Jensen, help me out here." She walked over to her son, handing him the seashell.

Clay holds the shell in his hands, sighing, "How has this weekend changed me? How has this weekend changed us? It hasn't. 'Cause I know that my friends and I . . . we'll be friends for life. There will always be a . . . a bond between us . . . that we can never break . . . even if we wanted to."

"Can I go next?" Alex asked after a moment of tense silence. He stands up and grabs the shell that Clay passes over to him. "I just wanted to say . . . or to confess . . . that I fucking hate camping." He throws the shell behind him, breaking it.

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"𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗦 been the worst night of my fucking life." Riley lays on her stomach in her and Scott's tent, wearing an old t-shirt belonging to her fiancé and a pair of short sleep shorts, the covers only covering her legs.

Scott chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head before moving to lay down next to her, "Yeah, well there wasn't this much excitement during the camping trip last year."

The tent unzips before Riley can say anything, the couple turning their heads to find Jessica standing there with a sheepish look on her face, "Hi. I . . . I know we were supposed to switch tents but . . . can I sleep in here with you guys? I don't want to be alone."

Scott smiles softly at her, "Yeah, there's enough room."

Jessica smiles, quickly moving inside and zipping the tent back up.

Riley rolls over, moving into the middle and closer to Scott as Jessica crawls down to lay next to her, the blonde being in the middle of her and Scott.

"Thank you."

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"𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 forgot toilet paper." Clay holds the roll up to what he assumes is Justin coming back as their tent unzips, his words trailing off as Winston is crouched down, staring back at him.

"If I see him, I'll let him know." Winston tells him.

"What do you want?"

"So, Alex breaks up with me for no reason, Tyler finds out I knew Monty and ends our friendship, and tonight at the campfire, every one of your friends wants to say something they don't say." Winston tells him, pausing at his last words, "So which one of them . . . killed Bryce?"

"Yeah. Anxiety, panic, it's not about what you know is coming. It's about what you don't."