Camp Kiwi H.S.

She was a troubled teen sent away by her parents.
He was a counselor at an all girls summer camp.
Falling in love was forbidden . . . but inevitable. Or was it?


6. V. Welcome to Hell—A.K.A.— Camp Kiwi


One Direction as themselves

Barbara Palvin as Cheyenne "Chey" Bryant

Miley Cyrus as Melody Bryant

Pepi Sonuga as Kiera Jones

Lucy Hale as Brynn Sharpe

Emeraude Toubia as Demi Dargot

Aly Michalka as Ginny Alhurst



Chapter Five: Welcome to Hell—A.K.A.— Camp Kiwi—




         He was wearing plaid. A perfect match to the black and red gingham design on my cardigan. My usual charming self would make a snide comment on how we managed to coincidentally make the same wardrobe choice, though the only thoughts in my head are revolving around the bare skin of his chest. He left more than enough buttons open, revealing two swallow tattoos just below his collarbone. I marveled at the impeccable artwork.


         He was talking about rules and regulations bullshit, his voice becoming mere music to my ears. I had no intent on processing what he was saying, it was impossible to when I was preoccupied with memorizing the way his mouth formed words. It was a fascination; I had been entirely reeled in from his accent. Living in New York, I came across all different kinds of walks of life from the homeless to the eccentric foreign tourists. None of them compared to my level of interest like Harry did.


         His maroon colored hat sat backwards on the top of his head, perfectly matching the red in his shirt. He was reading off our names from the list, and I was rather shocked to hear that Brynn’s real name was actually Brynnlee. It sounded like a dessert the way he pronounced it.


         “And you must be Cheyenne Bryant,” he gestures towards me, the mention of my name falling from his lips snapping me back into reality. I’m so enthralled by the proximity of our bodies that I don't bother to correct him.


         “H-how did you know?” I stammer, fearing that I made myself out to be a complete moron.


         He has the audacity to take a step closer to me, abruptly filling my nostrils with his scent. A mix of stale sweat with a tint of musky cologne. I find myself inhaling just to get its full effect.


         “Because I definitely would have remembered you,” he speaks barely above a whisper. He’s so close that his breath hits my hot skin, no doubt making it even hotter.


         Snickers erupt from the two girls behind me and he jumps backward as though I've struck him.


         “Erm, I mean Kiera and Brynn I’ve already had the ultimate pleasure of meeting,” he pauses to shoot a playful smolder towards them, “You’re the only one left on my list.”


         “Right, of course,” I say, pretending to ignore his flirtatious mannerisms. 


         “So, since I'm sure none of you were listening to the previous bullshit I was reading off, make sure you at least listen to this,” he turns his attention down to the clipboard again. “There’s a hospital located three miles away, if anybody is in need of medical attention you will be transported there ASAP. If we find that you were faking an injury just to leave camp, your time here is over . . . Brynn.” He lifts his head to make eye contact with her, offering a daunting smile.


         She’s staring at her feet, her cheeks now exhibiting a tomato red. I’m sure this will be an entertaining story for later.


         “And last but not least, there is a zero-tolerance policy. Harmful contact towards another individual, whether it be a peer or counselor, will have their time here indefinitely terminated. Contact of any other kind, and I mean any other kind,” he turns towards me and I could have sworn I saw him wink, “is forbidden. You will be sent home immediately and prohibited from ever returning.”


         I gulp, my heart sinking all the way down to the pit of my stomach.


         “Oh, and ladies,” he lifted his snapback up from his head and cheekily curtsied, “welcome to Camp Kiwi.”


         Welcome to hell is what I think he meant to say.


         And just like that, he’s out the door and left us to our lonesome. I think during the time that I wasn’t listening he mentioned that we’re all to meet around the campfire at seven for basic introductions. Joy.


         I open my mouth to ask about where and when we can eat since I had worked up quite an appetite, Kiera speaks before I can get a word out.


         “Don’t even think about it,” she beguiles, placing her hands on her hips in a reprimanding manner.


         “What?” I responded, coyly. I think I knew exactly what or who she was referring to. I intended to remain oblivious.           

         “Countless girls have already been sent home because they were trying to throw themselves on Harry. He never gives in to them. Just do yourself a favor and don’t even try,” she warns while pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail. I was about to tell her that I had no intentions of pursuing any of the lecherous thoughts that I'm sure were coursing through her mind, but she cuts me off again, “And if you think he’s sexy just wait until you see Zayn. Don't get any ideas, though. He’s mine.”


         My eyebrows knit together in confusion. “You just said that it would be pointless to try anything . . .?”


         “It is. Just wait until camp is over. That’s when the real fun begins.”


         There were a multitude of things that I wanted to question her about, like how exactly those girls went about ‘throwing themselves’ onto Harry and what did she mean by ‘wait until camp is over?’ And who the hell is Zayn?


         Instead I sigh, putting the conversation to bed as I attempt to unpack the clothes my mother stored for me. Kiera and Brynn begin to do the same in silence. Just as I unzip the suitcase, my phone chimes with a new message. I scramble to find it buried somewhere underneath the heap of clothes. When I finally manage to get my hands on it, I open the texting app frantically. I had to download it before I left since I doubt I would have service all the way out in the middle of the damn woods. I felt like I was back in middle school.


         From Ginny: How’s the hell hole? Find any escape routes yet? Let me know!!


         I smile to myself, huffing air in and out of my nostrils. Leave it to Ginny to already expect me to find a great escape within two hours of being here. I’m about to tell her that I've met my cabin-mates and they seem really cool (one of them does at least) but I opt for what’s been really consuming my mind.


         Nopppee. :( Is Liam still mad at me?


         I bring my fingers to my mouth to nervously chew on my nails in suspense of her response. Luckily for me, Ginny is on her phone 24/7 otherwise I would have been staring at the phone immobile for much longer.


         If he is, he must be mad at me too. He hasn’t answered any of my texts at all.


         Oh Christ. Me and my big mouth have done it again. I never should have stooped so low just to make a bitchy comment because he had insulted me. He didn’t even mean any harm by what he had said and I just had to take it to the next level. As if we haven’t been friends for six years. What is wrong with me?


         When she noticed that I hadn't replied to her message instantly, Ginny texted again:

         He’ll get over it, C. Don’t worry. This is Liam we’re talking about lol.


         I twirled a strand of stray hair between my thumb and index in order to calm my nerves from this risky conversation. I typed:

         I don’t know Gin. This was pretty bad.


         Within a fraction of a second she sent back:

         Yeah it was. I promise he’ll come around. Until he does, get your ass out of that place! Keep me updated if you need my help ;)


         I exhaled shakily, throwing my phone down on my still bare mattress. Maybe it was for the best that I was here. I didn't seem to be any good for anyone in New York. My specialty was causing trouble even when there wasn’t meant to be any. Liam was probably better off without me. He would never like me in the way that I like him. I need to let go of this desperate part inside of me that believes that he could. It was time. It was time to come to terms with the fact that I had absolutely no skills aside from what I could create with a pen in my hand. It was time to stop fucking around and get serious about my life.         

         It was time to step into reality.


A/n: let me know what you think! finally introduced harry ;) here's pics of what he looks like in this chapter: 

         unf he gives me heart palpitations ok love you thanks for reading<3 

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