Stroke Of Fear

   “On and off,” Cassie interrupts.

   He flips her off and continues. “Four years and she’s never said anything about the water. I wish I would have known. I wouldn’t have pushed her off.”

   You shouldn’t have pushed her off, anyway, asshole.

   I pick up my plate after finishing and toss it in the trash. I don’t wait on Eric. I don’t want to. I need silence, and that guy is not silent. I push open the double doors and the humid air blows against my skin. It isn’t a relief of cool air, but the breeze still feels nice. Tugging at my shirt, I unbutton the top few buttons. These damn things are hot as hell. A few campers have arrived early; they’re not supposed to be here until tonight. We’ll be introduced to them tomorrow. Some of the girls are giggling, covering their mouths and pointing at me. I roll my eyes. Both of them are jailbait. I wouldn’t touch ‘em with a damn ten foot pole.

   I’m jogging up the steps to my cabin when I hear a soft cry. It’s gentle, barely there. I stop and listen just to make sure I heard it. Sniffle. Yep, definitely tears. I have an older sister, too. I know what a girl crying sounds like.

   I jump off the porch and ease around the side of the cabin. No one is there. Then I check behind the girls’ building. There she is, sitting down against the wood, her head shoved into her knees.

   Fuck. I hate when girls cry. It makes me…uneasy. I take a few steps toward her and slips down beside her. “Hi.”

   “What the…? Jesus…” she trails off. Realizing she’s been crying, she wipes away her tears. “What do you want? I said I needed some time to myself.”

   I grab a fist full of dirt and let it slip through my fist.  “No one wants to be alone,” I say.

   Her hazel eyes widen. “Well, I do.”

   I shrug and continue to let dirt filter through my fist.

   She groans. “Thank you for saving me yesterday. Is that why you’re here right now? You want a thank you?”

   I have no fucking idea why I’m here right now. “No. Just offering a shoulder.”

   She retracts at the word. Now she thinks I’m a creep. “Well, thanks but I’m good.”

   Her chest starts rising and falling at a quicker pace. My eyes drop to her chest and the hideous blue polo. I want to see her out of it so bad. God, stay focused, Tanner. I scratch my chin and avert my eyes. “Sure. I’m sure you’re grand. You really look put together.”

   “Fucking bastard,” she says beneath her breath. With the building’s help, she scrambles upright. “How dare you come over here and make fun of me.”

   I get to my feet and look down at her. The wind picks up her scent and blows the lavender against me. She smells so good. “I’m not the one lying about being able to swim. I know you can. I see the fear in your eyes. Not to mention, not telling your boyfriend of four years you can’t swim. Or about the accident.”

   She balls her hands into fists and crinkles her nose. It’s ridiculously hot, but I keep my mind focused on what we’re talking about. “I didn’t have an acc—”

   “Bullshit. You did, and that’s the reason why you can’t swim. You’re afraid. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, just admit—” She slaps me. Right across my fucking face.

   Mt eyes widen. I don’t move, I stare down at her. Tears stream down her face. She reaches back to do it again, but I grab her wrist. Her eyes widen and she tries to jerk away from me.

   “Don’t you ever hit me again,” I say, letting her wrist fall to her side.

   “I…” she trails off, more tears building in her eyes. She turns and runs. I don’t stop her.

Chapter Three

Aubrey

“Get up. You have to get a shower.”

   I groan and pull my comforter over my head. It can’t be seven already. It feels like I just shut my eyes. “Ten more minutes.”

   Cassie mumbles something and pulls the covers off of me. “Hey!” I screech, grabbing for my sheets. I curl into a ball and bury my head in my knees.

   “Get up, or I’m going to get Jake.”

   I sit up in the bed and glance around. Cassie is already dressed, her hair nicely straightened. I told her there was no need in doing that, the humid California sun is going to frizz it out. “I’m getting up.”

   She gives me a triumphant smile walks over to the mirror hanging on her closet door. Gathering my clothes, I sit on my bed and rub my eyes. “I’m beginning to think this was a bad idea.”

   Cassie snorts and brushes through her chestnut hair. “Puh-lease. All the hours. The money. The hot co-counselors.” She wiggles her eyebrows in the mirror.

   Hot co-counselors. I bite my tongue to keep from drooling. Clearing my throat, I glance over at her. “Well, speaking of hot co-counselors…I slapped one in the face yesterday.”

   She turns on her heel, her mascara dropping and rolling under her bed. “You’re shitting me? Who? Wait”—a grin crawls up her face—“Tanner?”

   “Bingo.”

   “What. The. Hell? You slapped him? Why? Was it a sexy slap? Did he push you against something and kiss the heck out of you?”

   I frown. “Uh, no. He didn’t really do anything. I just got so mad. He followed me behind the building —”

   She gasps and drops down on her knees, fumbling for her mascara. “You mean when he left he went looking for you? Hot damn. Tell me everything. What did he say?”

   I stand and stretch. “I was getting to that part. He was so…contradicting. He said I was lying about being able to swim. It pissed me off. So, I slapped him. Then I tried to do it again but he grabbed my wrist and told me not to ever do it again.”

   “Jesus. This is going to be the best summer yet. What happened after that?”

   I shrug. “I left.”

   Cassie frowns and tosses her makeup bag on her bed. “Well, there’s still two months to go. We have plenty of time. What are you going to do about Jake?”

   I reach for my caddy underneath my bed. “What about him?”

   “Are you two an item? I mean he did push you off a cliff. Not that he was trying to kill you or anything…but still.”

   Sighing, I run my fingers through my hair. Christ, I need a shower. “We’re not anything right now. At least, not that I know of. I’m not sure I want to be…I mean, we’re just not compatible anymore. I feel like I grew up and he didn’t.”

   Cassie snorts. “That’s because that’s exactly what happened.” A loud siren goes off through the camp, and I cover my ears. “Yikes, thirty minutes. You better take a whore bath. Hurry.” She pushes me toward our bathroom.

* * *

   The auditorium is packed with kids. I thought we’d have a big turnout, but I wasn’t expecting hundreds. Most are around fourteen or fifteen; I’m sure trying to get away from their parents for the summer. We’re all standing on stage, hands behind our backs. The kids are eyeing us up and down. I try not to groan.

   Mrs. Jones comes out, clapping her hands over her head. “Hello, Campers! Let’s show some love for Camp Awesome!” Wow, she’s that irritating kind of person who has all the energy in the world, no matter what time of day it is. Everyone pretends to like them, but really wants to reach over and