Camp Forget-Me-Not (22 page)

“It’s okay.” I kept pedaling, but I’d definitely slowed down to talk to them. “I’m sure they’ll take an average of the whole team’s score so I can’t lose it for us singlehandedly.”

“Cool.” Alex leaned closer over the handlebars of her bike, a long, leather necklace bouncing off the metal. “I wanted to ask you about Nick’s shoot. I’m trying to break into acting, and I’m curious.”

“Really?”

Siobhan laughed. “She’s obsessed.”

“It is her future,” Trinity chimed in. “Her Tarot reading was definite.”

Alex blew a bubble. “I’m trying to learn everything I can. So what was it like to work on a commercial shoot? Did you like the director? What were the clothes like?”

She had five other questions in there, too, but I couldn’t process as fast as Alex could talk.

“Honestly? I was sort of a hanger for clothes. They filmed me from the back, so I’m not really
in
the commercial.”

Alex frowned. “You were there. That counts. What was it like?”

I lifted my face to the sun and tried to focus on the positive things. I was there, damn it.

“I had my makeup done by a professional makeup artist. That was cool.”

“Did you like how it looked?”

“On-camera, yes. But off-camera it felt really heavy and he needed to touch up a lot because it was so hot that day.”

“But your makeup is always amazing when you do it, like, for dances.” Alex slowed down even more to lean closer to me, her bike wobbling next to mine as she seemed to stare at my cheek. “It helps that you have great bone structure, but you’re really good with makeup, too.”

“Thanks.” I remembered the joy of doing Nia’s face and seeing the transformation. “I asked Kevin— the makeup artist—tons of questions about his job in between takes.”

“Brainstorm.” Alex clutched my arm. “You should totally do, like, an apprenticeship for a makeup artist in Milan. If you go.”

“Milan?” Siobhan asked, weaving her bike a little closer to us.

“Great city,” Rafe observed as he pulled his bike into a wheelie. “All of Italy is so beautiful it blows you away.”

Siobhan got distracted asking him about chess tournaments there, but that was okay because I was a little distracted thinking about what Alex just said. Me? Doing makeup in one of the major fashion capitals of the world?

“Alex.” I shook my head. “I’m trying to learn how to express myself. I don’t think I’m ready to…That’s crazy.”

“Crazy why?” She lifted the pink sunglasses and used them like a hairband. “The fashion industry loves youth. You can be a makeup prodigy. I’ll bet your mom would help.”

“Who is holding up the race?” Emily’s voice bounced through the trees as she rode behind us, Bam-Bam behind her. “Ladies, where is your competitive spirit?”

“We’re sorting out important life issues, Em,” Alex informed her, snapping her gum. “We’ll get there when we get there.”

“And have to wait on some arrogant Picnic King?” She scowled at us, her handlebars wobbling as she pointed her finger at Alex and me. “Why be the servants when we could dine like royalty with just a little more effort?”

“I’m pretty sure we’re all going to eat the same lunches since we packed them ourselves. Remember the brown bags from the kitchen?” I patted mine where I’d strapped it to the bike rack.

“Curses!” she shouted. “What kind of competition is this?”

“Exactly.” I wasn’t going to kill myself to beat Nick and Brooke. “Last year’s volleyball tournament taught me that I’d rather have fun than win.”

Everyone, even Emily, nodded. The Divas and Munchies had declared all-out war last year on the court, and while the Divas had won, the fallout of that match had been exhausting.

“Looks like your friends might agree with you.” Rafe zigzagged his bike between tree roots poking through the trail as he pointed to two cyclists up ahead.

Brittany and Rachel.

They sat on their bikes off to one side of the path shared by hikers and bikers. Britt frowned while Rachel talked with her hands, gesturing wildly, her cheeks red. She looked livid.

“Hey there,” I called as our group slowed to a stop. “Everything okay?”

“No.” Brittany made a face, her arms crossed. “Brooke and Hannah are having a grudge-match, and Nick just keeps throwing matches on the fire.”

Rachel grimaced. “Fuel, Britt. He’s adding fuel to the fire.”

“Whatever.” Brittany’s helmet was a little crooked. “Brooke practically ran me off the road, and she’s on my team. And Nick is shouting dumb stuff like, ‘go faster!’”

“This is a race.” Emily pushed her tire deeper into our discussion circle. “So that might not be entirely out of line.”

“I skinned my
elbow
.” Brittany pointed. “That’s definitely out of line.”

“I like a good competition as much as the next person. Maybe more.” Rachel leaned back against an old poplar tree, her cheeks still pink. “But Nick doesn’t seem like himself today. I mean, there were horses on the trail. They’re supposed to have the right of way.”

“Nick got in the way of a horse?” I asked before I had time to censor myself. I tried not to ask about him or show I was interested.

“I know, right?” Brittany wrapped her wound with her pink headband, carefully putting the cotton flower over the cut so it looked like a tulip grew out of her elbow. “That doesn’t sound like Nick.”

“He’s definitely changed.” There was no denying it.

“Olympic-mania has gone to his head,” Brittany complained.

We all knew just what she meant.

Sadly, I had the proof I needed that Nick and I were wrong for each other. Not getting back with him was the best choice. But I didn’t feel any better for knowing I’d done the right thing.

“Winners take all!” Brooke savored the limelight in her moment as one of the Picnic Champions.

She’d earned the right to eat this meal—the same as everyone else’s—on a special fuzzy blanket instead of on a rock in Big Creek like everyone else. The water sluiced all around us, and we leapfrogged from one rock to another to talk to each other during dinner. Nick, Brooke, and the rest of the bike race winners— Rachel and Brittany included—had been serenaded by the other senior campers while they were served. It would have been fun if Brooke didn’t have to lord it over the rest of us, Nick by her side like some kind of Prince Charming.

“Congratulations,” I told Nick when I arrived at the winners’ circle, aka picnic blanket, to pick up their trash. “You’ll have to add the bike race to your growing list of personal triumphs.”

“I like a little competition.” Nick helped me pick up after everyone by gathering the trash from his friends and dumping it into the empty brown paper bag I carried. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“You don’t fool me, Nick.” I was angry when I thought about him cutting off a horse, which could have spooked the animal and hurt the rider. “You want to win, no matter the cost. That’s ego. Not competition.”

Brooke stared intently at us, and I remembered what Nia said about her being worried that Nick chose me over her. Was that true? Was she worried now? She had zero reason to be.

Nick stood close to me on the blanket-covered rock. “What else did I have after you dumped me? Winning was pretty much it.”

What?

“You followed in your brother’s footsteps and became an elite athlete.” My voice rose and some kids stopped messing around to listen. “That’s exactly what you wanted.” I remembered how much he resented the way his parents fawned all over his brother, the baseball player.

“You have a funny way of remembering things.”

My heart pounded hard with a mix of frustration and anger. “I remember my best friend was a great guy who didn’t try to make everything a competition. Didn’t have to win.”

“You didn’t want a loser, remember?” He swallowed hard and looked at the sky. “You didn’t want me.”

I was this close to admitting the truth—that half the reason I’d broken up with him that year was so that he could go chase his dreams without having to worry about me—but by now, we were so far apart it felt like it wouldn’t matter.

Taking the trash, I turned on the mossy rock too fast and slipped. I had a quick flash of the rushing water of Big Creek coming closer, but Nick caught me with one arm banded around my ribs, his forearm just below my racing heart.

“Careful!” Brittany shouted.

Rachel hurried over. “Are you okay?”

The counselors had told us ten times to be careful on the big rocks. We were close to the shore since you couldn’t swim here, so the danger was minimal, but still.

I remained caught in Nick’s grasp for a heartbeat too long, time enough to feel the warm strength of him at my back.

“Maybe I’m crazy,” he whispered low enough that only I could hear. “But I still like to hold you.”

I swallowed hard. Tried to straighten. But I was so unsteady that both Rachel and Brittany reached for me. Who said Nick couldn’t still rock my world?

“You’re crazy,” I told him softly.

But he wasn’t the only one.
I
was crazy to let him affect me this way after all that had happened between us.

“Check your pocket, Kay.” He held my shoulders until the last second and then left me on my own with my friends.

My pocket?

“Is he flirting with you?” Rachel asked.

The loud rush of water from the shallow rapids nearby must not have totally masked Nick’s voice. Either that or else just the way he’d touched me made her think we’d been flirting.

“No.” I didn’t feel like talking about Nick. I was too confused about him and everything else in my life. “He moved on a long time ago.”

Still, I couldn’t help but feel around my pockets when I was sure no one else was looking. And, sure enough, he’d tucked a piece of paper in the back pocket of my jean shorts. Picturing his hand there made my skin flutter and come alive.

The game isn’t over
.

Chapter Twelve

“Let the games begin!”

“Team-building activities, actually,” I heard Josh correct Amanda a few mornings later. The Pirates’ Cove and Mermaids’ Lagoon campers assembled in a large field filled with rope-strewn trees and rubber tire courses. The sun beat down as hot as lion’s breath, the dry brown grass resembling an African savannah. I pulled my T-shirt collar over my nose and blotted out the heavy scent of sunscreen, bug spray, and sweat in the muggy air.

“We’ve had too many discipline slips, and Mr. Woodrow wants us to build group morale today,” added Josh with a meaningful look Amanda’s way. “Get closer.”

The kids groaned, and Amanda flipped her head upside down, finger-combed her light brown strands into a ponytail, and snapped an elastic band in place. “Whatever,” she muttered without looking up.

I avoided Nick’s searching look. His note said the game wasn’t over, but it wasn’t up to him. He might be still playing, but I planned to sit the rest of it out.

“Can’t I be on Nick’s team?” Kennedi whipped her own ponytail around like a helicopter propeller, smacking Daan in the face.

“Hey! She hit me!” the boy hollered, grabbing

Kennedi’s hair and yanking.

“Ouch. You little turd!” Kennedi lunged at him, but Nick was there before she made physical contact.

“Enough!” he roared and the excited babble quieted. Everyone blinked at him in the whitewashed August morning. Sweat trickled down and pooled at the base of my spine. I held my water bottle against my steaming neck and glanced up at the motionless trees edging the clearing. We needed some relief from the stifling heat wave that’d had campers fleeing to the lake or their cabins during free periods. Then again, maybe it was just relief from Nick I needed.

“Pirates, Mermaids, line up,” he barked. I shut my mouth at this very adult, extremely determined version of the boy I used to know.

The kids shuffled into place, and Amanda and Josh stood off to one side, watching us. Our chances of becoming CITs hinged on their good recommendations. So far they hadn’t stuck around enough to actually form an opinion. Hopefully today would change that, although how I’d find a way to work with Nick was beyond me.

But I had to try.

“Now count off by ones and twos starting with Soraya.” I joined Nick and surveyed the line of squirming, itching, and chatting kids.

“One,” Soraya called.

“Two,” said Claire.

“Number one, of course!” Kennedi fist-pumped the air, her index finger pointed skyward.

When the last middler called out their number, I stepped forward, catching Nick’s surprised look out of the corner of my eye. No. We were not playing follow the leader today. At least I wasn’t.

“All twos to the left by the pine tree. All ones sit by the rock over there.” I pointed at a boulder to our right. “Each team needs to come up with a name before we can start the fun.”

Whoops echoed across the field, startling a few birds from their perches.

“Nick, which group do you want?”

His hazel eyes leveled on me, and the day went from hot to scorching. “I want…” He gave me a crooked smile. “Group two.”

“Good choice.” He wouldn’t have to deal with flirty Kennedi. “Josh, do you want to join me with the ones and Amanda go with Nick?” I called to the couple, who’d wandered too far away for us to overhear what looked like an argument. Amanda gestured and Josh spoke fast, both of them intent only on each other. No wonder these kids were out of control. With no supervision, they’d been wild animals all summer.