I sob into my pillow, wondering how it got to this. I've been at camp for a few days, and already I feel heartbroken, sad, and angry. Why would Niall be kissing Kat when hours before he had told me he didn't like her? He said he liked me. I think about what Kat said while we were arguing. She said something about us just meeting, and therefore he wouldn't like me. Was she right? I can't help but think she might have been right when Lacey and Emma fling the door of the cabin open and rush in, faces full of sympathy and sorrow. "I'm so sorry!" Emma cries. "I didn't know telling Kat would be a mistake! What was Niall thinking? He doesn't even like Kat as a friend. He told me last year." I sniffle miserably. "Well, he doesn't seem like the most reliable source for information now, does he?" Lacey rubs my back in small circles. "It's not worth getting worked up over," she advises. "Boys are stupid. Women should be independent anyway. We shouldn't rely on boys to make us happy." Emma nods emphatically. "She's right," she agrees. "I know that," I say. "And I know I just met Niall, and I just met all of you guys. So why am I so upset over this? I don't understand. Maybe I should just go home." Lacey bites her lip. "I guess you could if you wanted...but wouldn't that be like letting Kat and Niall win?" I wipe my eyes once more and think. It would be like letting them win, but at this point I don't even care. I shrug, get up, and start pulling my clothes off the hangers. "Don't you have to call your parents first?" Emma asks. I know I should, but I also know they'll say I can't come home. I have to go home. It's better to just show up unexpectedly. I don't reply to Emma, and eventually she and Lacey give my hugs, and we exchange phone numbers. "Keep in touch," Lacey tells me. I nod and promise her I will. Emma waves, and they're gone. I continue to throw clothes into my suitcase when my phone buzzes. I look at the screen. It's a number I don't recognize, and the text says, Look outside your window. I peer out my window, curious and a little worried. Who is it? Then I see Niall. I should have known. Disgusted, I turn away. A minute later, Niall opens the door and walks in. "Can I have a little privacy please?" I ask sourly. "Ally, come on," he pleads. "Talk with me." I cross my arms across my chest. "Three minutes." Niall looks defeated. "Okay. But will you walk with me?" I sigh and follow him out the door and across the grass. "Ally, she said it was a dare from when she, Emma, Lacey, Aubree, and you were planning your prank. I said okay, but only for ten seconds, which is what she said the dare was. I didn't know her master plan behind it all." I look him in the eye. "She wasn't even there with Lacey, Emma, Aubree, and me," I tell him. "I didn't know," he says helplessly. His eyes are so blue, and I find myself lost in them. I see him looking at me too. His face moves closer to me, and I don't move away. "Forget about the time on the boat," Niall whispers. "Let's pretend this is our first time." My eyes close and the his lips are on mine and his hands are touching me, and I feel his breath on my neck and on my face. I kiss him back, hungrily and passionately. I cradle his face in my hands and keep kissing him. "Ally...we shouldn't," Niall says quietly in my ear. But I don't listen. I run my hands through his hair, and he picks me up, and we're still kissing. "Please don't go," he says. "I wouldn't dream of it," I reply. When we finally break apart, Niall studies me. "Kat," he says softly. I pull away from him. "What the hell?" I say, pushing him back. He stumbles and realizes what he said. His eyes widen. "I..." he murmurs, his face turning bright red. "Niall, I'm done with you. There's no excuse this time," I say, clenching my hands into fists. I try to keep from screaming at him. "Why don't you go be with Kat if you seem to like her so much? Just forget about me, and I'll forget about you. And while you're at it, forget about the karaoke too. There's no way I'm singing with you now." Instead of running away again, I stay put and glare at him until he loses his nerve and walks away, throwing a glance or two over his shoulder at me. I'm not going home. There's no way I can let him win now. What I need is revenge. The best person to talk to about revenge is Emma, and I'm sure she'll be happy to help. I set off, putting Niall out of my mind.