Kalina went along on the tour, and she had to admit, the camp was really a lot nicer than she expected. Sure, she read through all the pamphlets and stuff she had received earlier in the year, but she didn’t think it’d be this… perfect. Well, nothing was perfect. But it was pretty damn good. She walked along silently, listening to the bubbly, kinda quirky, but seemingly friendly counselor named Claire while she happily explained the bits and pieces of the tour to the group of campers. She took note of one of the boys who was flirting with her earlier, and she wondered if all the boys were just as flirty.

Once they arrived at the pier, the sun painted the western sky with dazzling shades of red and orange, which faded into a majestic purple in all directions. A few clouds lazed along the horizon glowing like lamps and sending more concentrated beams of sunlight upward and outward. It was simple picturesque.

Claire the counselor asked if there were any questions. A blonde girl toward the front of the group asked a question, but before Claire could answer, the boy Tony Valentine, with whom she had spoken earlier, shouted something about who could get in the water first, ripped off his shirt and dived into waves.

“What a little shit,” Kalina muttered under her breath. It was more of a sarcastic term of endearment than an insult, though. She smiled and considered jumping in herself, since she still had her bikini on underneath all her clothes, but she decided against it. She’d probably lose her clothes—or worse, someone would steal them. Not that it’d matter, as she’d still be in her bathing suit, but she loved the outfit nonetheless and didn’t want to run the risk of losing it or getting it caked in sand.

She turned her attention back to Claire and crossed her arms curiously.
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Jack stood by the back of the group. It almost caused him physical pain that there were going to be activities ‘to get to know each other better.’ He’d rather consume a bottle of arsenic. But it was too late to break off from the group now, and it wasn’t like he had anywhere else to be. So, against his better judgement, he stayed, but didn’t speak up to ask a question.

As he watched Claire and the crowd, he saw someone approaching the pier from the camp. He looked just in time to see her quickly throw a dimly glowing object out of her hand. Though she seemed to be well aware that such an attempt to hide whatever she had wasn’t very effective. With a coy smile, Jack took a few steps back and walked up to her.

“Smoking a cigarette, huh?” he asked her in a low voice. “No need to worry about throwing that out in front of Claire.” He nodded toward the giggling counselor. “She’s high as a kite right now.”

He smirked and then added, “But do you think you could hook me up a little later with a cigarette? I’ve got some spare cash if you’re not feeling generous.” He grinned at her.