“Nate.” I nudge his leg urgently.
“What’s up?” He follows my gaze. “Oh, shit.”
“Hey, slut brigade.” Addie stands in front of the girls, hands on her hips.
The girls gasp as if offended.
“You wanna talk crap about my best friend?” Her grin is scary. “Maybe think twice, consideringLittle Miss Ringleaderover here”—she points to Ashley—“had my friend’sbrother’sdick down her throat yesterday. She ingested enough ‘white trash’ tobecomeone. Talk about classless.” She points to her stomach. “Probably have a few of them swimming around there too.”
Besides the crackling fire, the night air is dead silent until a slow clap starts among the campers.
Addie turns on her heels after a quick bow.
Then…
“Adelaide Sinclair!” The camp director, Mrs. Meyers’s, sharp voice silences everyone.
Oh no.
Adelaide puts her hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry. Ms. Meyers.”
I turn to Nate. “Do something,” I demand, but Nate shakes his head, giving Addie a high-five when she returns to sit with us.
“Don’t high-five her. You’re only encouraging her.”
I turn to Addie. “I love you and that you stand up for me, but don’t stoop to their level.”
“Please, I’d have to dig six feet under to reach their level. With what they’ve been saying all week to you, they’re lucky I don’t punch their faces in.”
I can’t help but giggle at thepunch their faces in.
Nate stiffens beside me. “Who is saying what?”
“Nothing. Figure of speech.” I scrunch my face. I hate lying to him.
“Maddie,” he growls.
Addie opens her mouth.
“Adelaide,” I warn.
“Fine,” she grumbles, zipping her mouth shut.
Nate turns to Leo and hits his arm to get his attention. “Ah. Can you stop with the abuse tonight?”
“Did you hear anything about the Boyar girls talking about Maddie?”
Leo looks across the fire, then back at me. “No. What’s going on?”
Before I even open my mouth, Leo yells, “Mason!”
Ugh.
I throw my hands over my face, embarrassed that they’re making this a big deal.
“What’s wrong?” Mason’s concerned gaze flicks between me and the others.
“It’s nothing. Mean girls being mean.” I shrug.
