[IC] Camp Clear Spring [1 x 1]

[QueenOfWands]

𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘺

𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵

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Summer camp? What? Am I 10 years old? Xavier sighed heavily, his eyes watching the racing trees outside is passenger window. He fiddled a bit with the phone in his hand, skipping song after song until finding the right one. Damn his parents, they didn't even care enough to be the ones to 'drop him off'. Much like when he was a little kid, he was being dropped off by the family's personal servant rather than his own mother or father. Yet they were always the one asking what was wrong with him? Heh, yeah, he was the one fucked up. Xavier's hand reached for a button, lowering the window. With a quick motion, he extracted a cigarette, lit it with his metal flip lighter, and took a quick drag. "Master Xavier, your parents won't be pleased when I return with the lingering smell of a cigarette." But the music blasting in Xavier's ears was enough for him to tune out the old bat, and he just continued driving. Besides, at least he had the decency to roll down the windows.

Ugh, pine air. It smelt gross, and already Xavier was beginning to feel sick to his stomach. Get away for the summer, his parents said. Get some fresh air. Being shipped off to a summer camp like an unwanted child wasn't what Xavier had in mind. He more so envisioned himself on Miami beach, girls in both his arms, and smoking a Cuban than this little twerp of a cigarette. Then at night, when the real party started, he could see himself cruising the streets in his M4 BMW. His own pride and joy. But now his precious baby was hundreds of miles away, tucked away in a 12 car garage back home. Poor baby probably thought her master abandoned her, and it tore at Xavier's heartstrings as well. He craved for the smell of burnt rubber on asphalt, not this 'fresh air' bull. The car came to a halt at a large wooden cabin. There was nothing as far as his eyes could see. Only a giant lake, some trees, some open grass, and a few more cabins scattered here and there. A few other teens were walking around, talking and laughing. Some were even turning their attention towards the Model S Tesla that had just seemed to grace their presence. Xavier sank lower in his seat, as if his body could melt into a puddle and get soaked up into the carpet bellow him. All the maids in the Thorne's household wouldn't be able to scrub out the embarrassment that stained his father's car.

"You know I'm not leaving without you out of this car, Master Xavier. You and I would both rather not cause a scene among your peers." Peers? Jesus, they were just other dumb teenagers. Xavier grumbled and popped open his door, grabbing up his black Supreme duffle bag. His clothes screamed rich kid, as he fixed his Ray bands on his face, pushing his phone deep into his pocket. He felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb as his the car turned to abandon him here. Yep, unwanted child alright. Xavier sighed again, making his way to a table where some counselors were seated, going through paperwork. "Name?"

"Xavier Thorne." That seemed to turn a few more heads in his direction, and even caused the counselor to jump a little. "I see. Our resident troublemaker for the summer. We've already been in contact with your parents. You'll be in cabin 13. I suggest you get your things settled away and start socializing." Xavier scoffed and turned his back to the table and made his way to the 13th cabin. Socialize? With these barbarians? Right, get right on that. Xavier rolled his eyes so hard his head felt like it was going to pop off. "And put out that cigarette. They aren't allowed out here." Xavier turned his head, taking another long drag of the cigarette before walking off, keeping it in his hand. Oh yeah, they weren't going to have an easy time taming this beast.

Approaching cabin 13, Xavier stowed away his bag in a lock box at the end of one bed. These idiots would be thinking twice if he was going to have his items so easily of access to anyone. Besides, he packing a few things of his own for entertainment over the summer. A loud chiming sound rang through speakers attached to the old log cabin that Xavier arrived at, announcing that everyone meet out in the center field of all the cabins. Xavier, slamming the trunk closed and locking it, decided to entertain the “Camp Counselors” with his attention… but if they didn’t have anything interesting to say, he would direct his attention else where. Perhaps to some of the girls that were prancing around in short shorts. Sure, it was hot out, but come on. Girls only showed that much skin when they wanted a guy’s attention.

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𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵

𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴

[Venus]

_{SJU Airport → LAX Airport → Camp Crystal Lake → Cabin}

"C'mon guys! Are you two still gonna go through with this?!"
It was June third: the day Fiorella Aguilar was unwillingly scheduled to leave for Camp Clear Spring. Even now, at the airport just in front of the TSA lines, Lela was still convinced that her parents would come forward and tell her this was just a scare to ensure she wouldn't pull another stunt like the one that had gotten her in trouble in the first place. Unfortunately, it seemed like this wasn't going to happen.

"Lela, we have already talked about this. You're going to Camp Clear Spring, and that's FINAL" Marina sternly told her daughter, crossing her arms in front of her while her husband Giovanni nodded alongside her. At the Aguilar-Rodriguez household, it was Marina who had the reins of discipline. Meanwhile, Lela kept her beautiful face in a furious scowl.

"God! I make one stupid little party, and you guys are sending me off to a forest in Gringolandia for the whole summer?!" Lela shrieked, not caring in the slightest that people were turning their heads in the direction of the little scene she was causing. Her parents gave nervous glances around, afraid that someone they knew would recognize them. “I think this is a little too extreme.”

"Mija, we have overlooked waaaaaaaay too many things throughout all these years. It's time you finally face the consequences of your actions," Giovanni told his daughter in an expressionless voice. “Trust me, this is not the big deal you’re making it out to be.” He looked at his two-toned gold Rolex and back at Lela. "Now, off you go. You don't wanna miss your flight."

"Puñeta! Me voy pal' carajo entonces!" Lela spat at them, stomping her foot in the floor and huffing away to the TSA line without bothering to look back or even say goodbye to her parents.

The flight to LA was long but rather entertaining one for Lela. With her rose gold earphones on, she spent the whole trip listening to music with the volume as loud as it would go while ignoring the disapproving looks the old woman next to her was giving her. Even with the music, Lela couldn't keep her nervousness on check. She was quite the confident, social butterfly, so going away to a summer camp should be a breeze, right? But still, she was always afraid that people wouldn't like her, or that she'd get made fun of for the noticeable accent in her English. The thoughts plagued her all the way through the trip, and the nervous butterflies in her stomach only intensified when she felt the thud of the airplane's wheels hit the LA ground.

Even when she was only dressed with jean shorts, a salmon sleeveless Tie-front crepe top and light salmon ballerina flats, she didn't get cold during her trip. Her Pandora charm bracelet hung delicately on her left wrist, while a gold crown-shaped ring and a golden zirconia bow ring of the same brand adorned the index and ring fingers of her right hand. Small diamond studs and dangling cherry earrings adorned her earlobes, and a thin, delicate gold necklace with a red cherry charm hung from her neck. Her layered brown and blonde hair was completely loose and fell past her shoulders, blow-dried to perfection. Her face sported a natural makeup with earth-toned eyeshadow (can you say Tartelette In Bloom eyeshadow palette?!) and a metallic rose-colored liquid lipstick. The fact that she was going away to a camp in the middle of nowhere didn't mean she wasn't gonna look good: you never knew when you would meet a potential babe.

Lela arrived at LA on the scheduled time. She knew there was supposed to be a bus that drove the kids to the campsite, but with the amount of luggage she was carrying and the fact that she wasn’t about that bus life she knew that was a no-go. Instead, Cherry decided to have a cab take her to the camp. When the taxi dropped her off at the address, Lela had been unable to hide her surprise. Camp Clear Spring looked nothing like those creepy camps they showed in the mainstream media. The place was stunning: acres of beautiful greens (not that she didn't have those at home, of course. Puerto Rico had mountains and trees everywhere you looked), great-looking wooden cabins, a lake... She could even hear the faint murmur of a river nearby. And the 80 degree weather? Pure bliss for a Caribbean girl like herself who was used to nothing below 90 during the summer-autumn months. Lela took another moment to take in her peaceful surroundings before pulling out her watermelon-cased iPhone from her pocket. She scrolled through her inbox until she found the email the camp had sent her with the instructions.

Upon arrival, campers who arrive late must check in at our Main Office to receive further instructions.

The new question was: where the fuck was the main office they spoke of? This one answered itself, as with a simple look around her surroundings Fiorella noticed a campsite map a few steps away from the entrance. The bronde woman quickly scanned said map, found the place she was looking for and quickly made her way to the Main Office. Along the way, she was cursing herself for over-packing as she dragged the ginormous metallic rose gold suitcase, the biggest tan and gold gym bag the online store sold and her light salmon quilted Karl Lagerfeld bag.

When Lela was near the main office, she noticed a few people walking around. Their T-shirts visibly identified them as staff, and they all seemed to be either busy or rushing off somewhere. Out of sheer luck, she noticed a tall, willowy young woman with long blonde hair exiting what Lela imagined was the main office.

“Um, excuse me?” Fiorella called out while giving the counselor a polite smile, a slight accent noticeable when she spoke. She took a few steps further in the direction of the camp staff member, who had stopped in her tracks to wait for her, before continuing. “Hi, good afternoon! My name is Fiorella Aguilar, and I read in the email that I was supposed to report to the Main Office for check in…" she trailed off, biting her lip nervously at the serious expression of the woman in front of her. “So um, here I am.”

“Well hi there!” the blonde said excitedly with a heavy southern accent, shooting Fiorella a bright smile. “I’m Kristen, and welcome to Clear Spring! I assume y’all wanna know where y’all be stayin’, right, sugar?”

“Very much,” Lela replied with a pleading look, waving a hand towards her obnoxious amount of luggage.

Kristen let out a tinkling laugh after glancing at the luggage. “Alrighty then! Let me have a quick looksie at the chart to see what’s your cabin at, dear,” she told Fiorella, turning her attention to the folder full of papers she’d been holding all this time. After a few seconds of scanning, she found the Latina’s name on the list. “Ah, here we go! You’re down in Cabin 13, Miss Fiorella! Would you be a darling and follow me, please?”

The tanned skinned girl nodded eagerly, quickly gathered her belongings and trailed off behind Kristen, dragging her suitcase behind her until reaching the cabin with a number 13 painted in red ink across the door. The cabins were cute at best but rather small, which made Fiorella question how the hell were they supposed to comfortably fit four people plus their luggage in a room that was the size of her bathroom. Pushing the unwelcome thoughts aside and putting on a fake face, she thanked Kristen for helping her, and made up some excuse so the counselor would back to her duties and not linger around to force her to meet with the rest of the campers. Taking advantage of having arrived after her cabin mates, Fiorella quickly settled on the one free bottom bed on the left side of the room. She placed her luggage neatly against her bed’s wall and pulled her phone, earphones and a magazine from her handbag before settling herself on the bed. Lela closed her eyes for a moment and smiled, feeling instantly comforted by the fluffy pillow and the plush mattress. Blasting music and catching up on the latest celebrity gossip seemed like a good way to pass the time before others arrived and took away this last moment of privacy and solitude.

[QueenOfWands]

𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘺

𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵

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Whatever little announcements were being made by the councilors easily fell on def ears with Xavier. They went over some rules, like no drug and alcohol use around campus, no wandering off the grounds, and sticking to either the bonfire or cabins when the sun set. They went on about rehabilitation for those with issues and Xavier just groaned rolling his eyes. He didn’t have a drug problem, he didn’t have an attitude problem. The problem was his shitty family, but rather than looking on the inside for answers, they figured the best solution was to ship him off to this hell hole. Perfect. Xavier felt angsty with irritation, leaning on one of the wood banisters that encircled cabin 13. His eyes moved to a latino girl who walked up to his cabin. His eyebrow launched upwards as the counselor lead the young girl into the same cabin as him, a wicked smile growing on his lips. “No one told me coed cabins? Are you sure that is a good idea Ms. Counselor?” He spoke mockingly towards the young woman, but she seemed to roll her eyes at the statement, getting the new girl settled in.

Xavier’s eyes scanned the open area once again, there were quite a few young kids here. His eyes darted from each one. He wandered what problems each of them had. Alcoholics? Druggies? Delinquents like himself? The one thing he knew that they all had to have in common was their families’ financial statuses. Xavier had seen the check that was written out for this place, and it cost the Thorne family quite the pretty penny. Well, it probably seemed like a lot of money to other people, but it was practically pocket change for Xavier’s father. The counselor talking in the middle of the field over the megaphone had switched topics now. Talking about activities that were available, like swimming, canoeing, hiking, etc. Anything that the students would need to relieve stress, maybe even help with controlling anger issues. With that last one said, Xavier had a strange feeling that the counselor’s beady eyes suddenly shot up and looked at him. Xavier scoffed, rolling his eyes roughly. He didn’t have an anger issue, he had an issue with everyone around him. The counselor who had escorted our little ray of sunshine left the cabin, and Xavier decided he had enough of the ramblings of the head counselor. So, Xavier retreated back into the cabin, where he found the young Latino girl laying on her bed. Whatever she was playing in her ears was loud. Like, exceptionally loud. So loud, in fact, he was convinced either she was deaf, or some how he had walked into a Mexican restaurant.

She had picked the lower bunk on the left side, lucky for him he had picked out the top bunk of the left side. A girl bunk buddy, hm? His eyes scanned the latino girl over. She was attractive, no denying it. It was obvious by the golden tan of her skin that she had come from somewhere more tropical than this rural forestry. But he also wasn’t one to simply judge on appearances. He met plenty of hot girls who were sticks in the mud. Boring personalities, but pretty faces- they only had one use for Xavier. Something more on a one time basis. Xavier grabbed onto the side of the bunk bed, launching himself up to the top to lay on the beds. They weren’t particularly uncomfortable, as Xavier had expected. In fact, they felt almost luxe. Guess the camp really had a reason to suck so much money out of these parents’ bank accounts. Leaning over the side of the bunk, Xavier hung upside down looking at the Latino girl. He had a better view being over her like this, it was going to be fun being her upper bunk mate. She wouldn’t have an easy time ignoring him in the future. “So what are you in for, Chica? Trafficking cocaine from bellow the border?” He teased at her. Xavier smiled his natural, charming grin towards the young girl looking for a response. He got an enjoyment out of teasing and messing with girls. What could he say? He enjoyed watching their faces get all pinched up in annoyance. They were annoyed now, but they usually wouldn’t be so annoyed when they let him crawl in bed with them.

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𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵

𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴

[Venus]

<sub>Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your one and only
But don't make me your enemy
Your enemy.

Are you ready for a perfect storm?</sub>

Fiorella had been so wrapped up in her music and the juicy contents of her gossip magazine that it wasn’t until some rando grabbed onto the sides of the bunk bed and launched himself to the top bed that her attention was caught- but not in the best way. The brunette let out a scream of both horror and surprise, eyes wide in disbelief at the events unfolding in front of her. What the fuck was this guy doing in her cabin?! Or, better yet: why in the hell did he just throw himself on the top bunk of her bed like some sort of deranged creep?! With no possible answer to these questions, her uneasiness grew when the head of this psychopath of a man suddenly appeared hanging upside down from the top bunk, looking straight at her with an impish grin.

Even while fearing for her safety, there was no denying that Mr. Rando was an attractive one. The brown hair was styled impeccably, the eyes had a playful nature to them, the lips were full and juicy and pretty much asking to be kissed… And the birthmark right beside his bottom lip on the left side of his face? Hot. As. Fuck. Lela was much too used to the common, boring looks of the male population of her own country (not to mention their exasperating fuckboy attitude), so it was quite refreshing to be exposed to a whole new world of new pretty faces to look at -or, who knows, maybe even indulge in. However, his weird-ass behavior wasn’t doing him any favors of getting in her good graces, and the first words he said to her only dug his own grave even deeper.

“So what are you in for, Chica? Trafficking cocaine from below the border?”

It took all of Fiorella’s self control to not roll up her magazine and swing it right at at Mr. Rando’s stupid, now much less attractive face. So not only was this dude a creep, but also a racist scumbag. The young woman couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his ignorance. She’d heard stories about how some people in the States could be racist cucks, but she’d thought that wouldn’t be an issue in a place as progressive as California, and that people of her own age group and generation would be less prone to this dumb, toxic behavior. It really sucked to be wrong.

“I’m Puerto Rican, not Mexican, gringo pendejo,” Fiorella spat angrily, giving the young man a scathing glare. Her usual friendly demeanor was long gone, replaced by a mixture of anger and annoyance. “And why I’m here is none of your fucking business. So unless you want me to report you to whoever’s in charge of this place for being a racist creep, I suggest you get the hell out of my cabin and go find your own.”

[QueenOfWands]

𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘺

𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵

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Feisty, fiery, spicy. The charming grin on Xavier’s face only seemed to grow slightly with the increasingly frustrated tone of the young chica underneath him. Oh yeah, she was going to be fun. But, calling him a racist? Tisk, tisk, guess someone so attractive can’t be perfect and have a sense of humor as well. Whatever it was that she just called him in Spanish was obviously meant to be an insult by the disgusted face she was making. Even with that face, she looked so adorable. It was too much fun playing with her. “Haha, you have much to learn over these next few months.” Xavier ran his fingers through his hair. As if it would fix the hairs standing on edge, due to gravity attempting to pull the upside down boy to the ground. “I’m not a racist. You just have no humor.” He continued to smile rather cheekily. There hadn’t been any hiding it through. As much as she was showing disgust and repulsion for him now, he had seen the look in her eyes earlier. She checked him out! In the same manner that he had checked her out. How could either of them help it? They were both attractive, young adults. You know- hormones and all the like racing around.

Xavier couldn’t hold back laughter when the young girl made the bold claim to the cabin being hjers. “Your cabin? Wow. Well, newsflash, Chica. Much like my white ass ancestors before me, this land has already been claimed. Translation: We are bunk buddies, and you picked the same bed I did. Now you have to lie in it.” Rascists jokes were too easy, and seeing how much it seemed to bother her was too much to skip out on. Xavier hoisted his upper body, swung his legs over the side, and landed on his feet next to the young girl, running his fingers through his hair, this time actually pushing the unruly hairs back in place. It was going to take some time for the culture shock to probably set in. Xavier had heard plenty of times before it was probably best to let a girl unleash and vent her anger alone, however he wasn’t about to let her out of his sight so easily.

“Cabin 13, you, me, and two other unfortunate souls who were shipped out of here by their parents. Doesn’t matter what you are in for. Point is, you have two choices. Be a good girl like your parents will hope you will become, or…” Xavier’s piercing light brown eyes. “We stir up some trouble, fave fun, and try to bounce this prison. You know, typical teenager things.” he shrugged. His eyes once again glanced over her figure. Bummer that they were going to have to other people joining them in this cramped cabin. How much he would have preferred having her privately to himself. He put his hand out to her, cocking a a curious eyebrow towards the young Latina.

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𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵

𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴