“Are we talking your main love? Like that’s what you need in order to live? I mean, I guess I don’t need an Arnold Palmer to live, but that wasn’t the question either. Just our favorite drink, so I think I’ll stick with my answer. You sticking with Dr Pepper?”
I stare at her.
Blink.
Grow annoyed with her easygoing attitude.
“Yeah. Sticking with Dr Pepper,” I answer, even though inwardly, I’m screaming Coke. I love Coke!
“Great.”
“Time’s up,” Sanders says.
“Well, this was fun,” Scottie says as she gets off my lap.
“Yeah,” I say, still confused by her change of attitude.
“I actually think I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.” She pats my chest and then takes off as if everything in the world is fine.
Meanwhile, I’m over here reeling.
Fucking reeling.
Because I just made out with Scottie, and I more than liked it. I loved it.
I want to do it again.
And again.
But this time, with her shirt off.
This time, with her bra off.
This time…in fucking private.With every article of clothing off our bodies.
Chapter Twenty
SCOTTIE
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Oh myfuckingGod!
I slip into the main building of Camp Haven and right up to the front desk, where I speak to one of the camp counselors…or whatever they’re called.
“I need to make a phone call. It’s urgent. Like, really urgent. Could you please give me a quarter so I can make said phone call?” When the girl doesn’t answer the second I’m done talking, I slam my hand on the counter and say, “Please. I need to make this phone call. Like right now. Right this very instant.”
“Okay,” she says, looking terrified.
I don’t blame her; I’m giving off irrational energy, because that’s exactly how I feel.
Irrational.
Terrified.
Confused.
