I sat as far away from Lisa as possible.
“Since when do we behave like animals? You’re anembarrassmentto our cabin,” Callie hissed.
“Shestarted it!” Lisa pointed at me while her other hand picked at the tarantula of eyelashes hanging in her line of vision.
Callie turned to me. “Is that true?”
“No! She’s the one who kissed Matt!”
Callie looked at Hannah. “Which one’s Matt?” Hannah shrugged.
“You said he was like abrother,” Lisa retorted.
“Heis! That doesn’t mean you should attack him with your tongue! He obviously didn’t want you to do that!”
“Then let him say so himself,” she answered vainly, tugging at the other eyelid.
“Hewouldhave if you hadn’t made such a spectacle in front of the whole camp!”
“Who’s making a spectacle now?”
I glared in response.
“Listen, girls. I don’t really care what Matt thinks about all this. We haveruleshere. You’re both lucky this is your first offense. I’m going to have to have a conversation with your parents,” Hannah scolded us. “Lisa, you’re lucky your mom wasn’t in the Lodge. But I’ll be having a chat with her tonight, that’s for sure.”
Lisa emitted a low groan.
“Sorry, but those are the breaks. Youshouldbe kicked out of camp for this kind of nonsense.” I felt a wave of nausea thinking about how a disciplinary call from Sound Hollow might be received by my parents. “Now, the first thing you’re going to do is apologize to each other.”
“Sorry,” I muttered reluctantly.
“Sorry,” Lisa echoed.
“And Lisa, you also owe an apology to Matt. But you can both expect to be cleaning the girls’ washhouse every morning for the rest of the week.”
“Just the two of us?” Lisa whined.
“Yep,” Callie chimed in. “That’ll teach you how to work together and talk through your problems without beating the crap out of each other.”
“And I’m telling you right now,” Hannah continued, “if this happens again, you’re both gone. Lisa, you think you’re excused from following rules because your mom’s the cook? I don’t carewhoyour mom is. I don’t tolerate fighting in my unit. You got it?”
Lisa nodded solemnly.
“Now come on. Let’s go,” Callie said. We followed her back towards the basketball court, where a group of kids did the new “Apple Bottom Jeans” dance to the song “Low” by Flo Rida. AJ was talking to Matt by the snack table.
“I’ll go get him,” I announced. I ran ahead and grabbed Matt by the hand. “Excuse me, AJ. I need to talk to Matt for a sec.” I pulled him back to where Callie and Lisa stood.
He shuffled on the asphalt and buried his hands deep in his pockets.
“Lisa has something to say to you,” Callie prompted.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered.
“No sweat,” he answered quickly, studying his shoelaces.
“Okay, now go,” Callie said to all of us. “Not another word about this.”
I led Matt away from Lisa as the music did a complete 180. The slow, intentional drumbeat and synthesizer keyboards of “In Your Eyes” played through the speakers, filling the humid evening with the melodious voice of Peter Gabriel. It was an old song, dating back to the 1980’s, but had been played at every co-ed for generations. The song, everyone knew, marked the last dance of the night. Sound Hollow tradition.
