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3. Chapter Three- Nate and April

A/N: I didn't really know how to write this chapter, because it is two views happening at the same time, so I just wrote in two POVs, instead of one POV a chapter. I might go back to one POV a chapter, or do this again. Thanks! Hope you enjoy!


Nate's POV:

“Soo…Tell me again why you’re trying to get rid of me?”

My mom sighed and half turned around in her seat. She wasn’t driving. We have a chauffeur for that. “We’re not trying to get rid of you,” she began her long practiced speech.

“Yes you are,” I interrupted her. “Why?”

“Because everyone hates your guts,” my brother Aaron mumbled from where he was curled up by the door of the car. He wasn’t amused about having to come along. My other brother got to stay home and watch our sister Nicole, a role that Aaron would’ve greatly liked.

“Aaron,” my mom scolded lightly. “We don’t hate you, it’s just…”

“This is a good camp for me?” I interrupted again. “Because I don’t think I need to learn how to make friends. Honestly, if you ask anyone, I’m the friendliest, most approachable person you’ve ever met. I have lots of friends. I have tons of friends. More friends than anyone else in this family,” I added pointedly, staring at Aaron. He just rolled his eyes and slumped back against the door. Then, I rattled off the names of all the friends I had.

Believe me; it took a chunk out of our car trip. I have a lot of friends.

And I named them all. When I was done, my mother launched into a carefully thought out spiel of her own.

I hadn’t known about this “trip” or this camp until the day before yesterday, when my mom and dad told me to pack a bag because we were leaving.

I can see why they wanted to get rid of me. I’m the odd one out in my family. I don’t love the earth, like they all do. I have bright red (dyed) hair, not brown or blond like theirs. (It would be blond, but whatever.)

And I can be pretty obnoxious. I admit it. I talk. A lot. So, coming from a family of just about the quietest people you’ll ever meet, that can be a bit undesirable.

“You understand, don’t you, Nate?” My mom glanced at me, anxiously waiting for approval.

I hadn’t been listening, so I just smiled and nodded, popping in my earbuds and leaning against the window.

They thought I was perfectly okay with it, but I wasn’t. In fact, I was plotting my revenge.


April's POV:

“Hands off,” I commanded.

Benny didn’t listen. He just stretched out more with a mock yawn, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders like we were old friends.

I glared at him. “Hands off.

“Come on, April,” he pleaded with a trademark smirk, but his arm remained firmly where it was.

So I did the only thing I could. I grabbed my half-empty glass of water (pessimist) and dumped it over his head.

“What the fu—dge?!” he yelled, quickly correcting himself as he noticed a counselor’s glance. He was soaking wet, his hair stuck to his head. It was a comical sight.

“I told you to get your hands off,” I told him smugly before bursting into laughter.

I wasn’t alone. A small girl had a fit of giggles and a boy cracked a smile. The others remained frowning, in shock, probably because they had been caught in the crossfire.

“What is going on over here?” A thirty-something man jogged over to us. I figured he was a camp counselor, though he was wearing a baseball cap and a bomber jacket, not the typical counselor getup.

“That girl is insane!” Benny moaned. “I wasn’t doing anything, and then all of the sudden she just poured her water over me! I bet those two told her to do it!” he whined, pointing at the boy and girl.

“Kevin?” The man turned to the boy, who shrugged and said, “Pretty much.”

I glared at him. Is no one gonna come to my rescue? Fine, then.

“Come with me,” the man said, leading the way towards a counselor.

 I walked behind him, holding my head high, and not acknowledging anyone, least of all those two cowards.

The man leading us had a few words with the counselor, before turning, and motioning with his hand, led us to the blistering heat outside.

The mess hall-slash-auditorium-slash-administration was the only building with air conditioning, so I had resolved to spend as much time as I could inside of it. Even if that meant getting into trouble.

If the “administrators” called my parents, whatever. They could deal. The whole reason I was at this camp wasn’t because I didn’t have friends. I had tons of friends. I was the most popular kid at my school. I had people waiting on my every need.

No, I wasn’t here to make friends. I was here because my parents didn’t like my friends.

So they sent me here to see if something was wrong with me, and could be fixed. I guess their plan was kind of working, anyway. An entire three months away from anyone I knew? Total social suicide. I wouldn’t know who was dating whom, or what had happened at parties, or the “latest gossip”.


“Okay,” the man said, finally stopping at the front of the building, near the entryway. “The counselors aren’t too happy about you guys ganging up on another camper, but since you do appear to be making friends, they’ll go easy on you. You have to wait out here until orientation is done, and then clean the mess hall when everyone leaves. We expect this place to be spotless. Got it?”

We all nodded.

The man turned to leave and go back inside, but he turned, winking at the boy. “Keep an eye on these two, Kevin.”

And then he left.

I surveyed my surroundings. There was a wood to the left, cabins to the right. I snorted. Happy Hill Social Camp? The name sounded like it had been pulled from some bad children’s book. And a misnomer, I added mentally, seeing as there wasn’t a hill or a happy face in sight.

“Hey, so…”

I turned and faced the boy. “Yes?”

“You’re April, right?” He continued, undaunted.


“Look, I’m sorry about not sticking up for you. It’s just, I figured it would be better to not get on Benny’s bad side more than we already are.”

He had a point.

“I’m Kevin,” he told the other girl and me. “And you are…?”

“Carmen,” she supplied, but saying nothing else. Kevin and I just nodded, facing the driveway again. A car pulled out of the driveway, and I guess we missed it coming in. Though how we could miss that, I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t really a car. More of a limousine.

Great. Which spoiled rich kid was coming here?

A shout from just around the corner made us turn.

“Come on,” I whisper-shouted to Kevin and Carmen, motioning for them to come with me. We crept on over-exaggerated tip-toe to the corner of the building and peered around. A boy about our age, with bright red hair was wrestling with two security guards.

Yes, this place had guards. They were really against the “no technology” thing. I had gotten off to a bad start with them when they searched my bag and forcefully removed my phone. Now, I was even more cut off from my friends. And even more of a loser.

“April, is this really a good idea?” Carmen asked, sounding worried. “Do you think they’ll be mad if we intervene?”

I rolled my eyes at her. Come on. “What’s the worst that could happen?”


Nate's POV: 

“Let go of me,” I yelled, trying to wrench my arms out of the guards’ grasp. These two looked like they belonged in a ring, not at a camp.

“Give it up,” one of them grumbled out.

“Give what up?” I asked innocently.

“Nice try, kid,” the other replied, glaring at me and wiping sweat from his forehead. I felt a jolt of pride inside of me, knowing I gave them a run for their money.

“Your electronic device,” he said. Really. He said “electronic device.” Would it kill them to say iPod?

“Are you feeling all right?” I asked, pasting a look of extreme concern on my face. “Because I don’t have an electronic device. Maybe you’ve been spending too long in the sun,” I added suggestively.

“Shut…up,” the first one panted. It was pretty hot out here. Maybe that’s what was making them tired. The sun, not my incredible muscles. Or lack of them.

Whatever the case, they were not taking my music from me. I needed it. Like a necessity of life.

“Listen,” I told them desperately. “I’m not even sure this counts as an electronic device. It’s solar powered! That’s gotta stand for something.”

It was engineered by my father himself. My parents owned an eco-business, and they were like billionaires. But they both didn’t believe in technology. So the solar-powered iPod was all I got.

When we had finally got here, about an hour late from the looks of it, my mom had tried to take the iPod from me. “Music, Nate.” But I pretended to not know what she was talking about. (A stupid move, especially since I had the earbuds in my ears at the moment). She tried to swipe them from my ears, but I ducked, laughing, grabbed my bag, and launched myself out of the door. “Whatever, you’re just making it harder for yourself,” she called. And then they drove off.

I gotta admit, it hurt a little, that they didn’t even say goodbye, but, what the heck. They were trying to get rid of me, after all.

Although I was kind of grateful that they weren’t here to witness this little spectacle, since I would never hear the end of it from Aaron.

The hand gripping my arm loosened a little, and I used the momentum to thrust my bony elbow into the guard’s stomach. If it hurt, he didn’t show it. Instead, he just looked thoughtful.

I thought I had dangerously overestimated their stupidity with my solar-powered comment, but turned out I was wrong.

“We’ve got to ask Marge,” the guard said to the other. “Wait here, kid.”

He narrowed his eyes while I opened mine, the picture of innocence, but he wasn’t buying it.

The guard’s eyes focused on something behind me. “See those kids?” I turned around and saw their expressions. “Yeah, I see them.”

“Go stay with them until we come back. If you run off, there will be consequences.”

With that, he turned around and with the other guard, walked back to the administration building. Passing the kids, he said something to them and pointed at me. I smiled, rolling my eyes, and waved, trying to make it clear that I was mocking them.

Finally, I sighed, and retracing the steps the guards had just taken, I walked towards them.

“Hi,” I said. “I’m Nate.”

I stuffed my hands in my pockets, waiting for their names. Or at least a greeting. I don’t know, some form of acknowledgement.

Instead, what I got was three disturbed glances, while they all in sync stepped back from me. I winced slightly.

Great. They already thought I was crazy.


A/N: Again, thank you for reading!! Please, please PLEASE comment any thoughts you have, title ideas, anything!! They will be greatly appreciated!

~Emery :D

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