Fresh Meat, What A Treat

A Chapter by Sam

" Fresh Meat, What A Treat "

I push myself off the ground when I see Kylie and Decker hover over me.

"Oh my gosh Carina! Are you okay?" she squeaks.

"Yeah sure I'm fine Kylie. I always get slapped to the ground by barbies." I remark sarcastically.

Kylie nods and lets out an awful long, "Oooohhhhh", and turns back to Decker.

"Carry me baby?" she pouts.

He smirks and leans down to peck her lips. He hoists her into his back and looks at me.

Ah, the great "Kiss and Ditch". I know what's coming next.

"You alright Matthews?" Decker asks.

"Yep, all good."

"You sure."

"Yeah."

I quickly brush myself off and wiggle my fingers for effect to show Decker and Kylie I'm okay. Decker smiles and kisses my forehead.

"You're stupid Matthews." he chuckles.

"Eh, it's a gift."

He smiles and trots off towards the lake, leaving me all alone in the dirt.

"Carina! Carina! The parents are ready to start checking in!" squeaks Ashley Verona, a fellow Camp Wanawee counselor.

Right! I forgot I was running this thing solo while Phoebe seduces Mark in the janitors closet!

"Just um... Keep them.... occupied for a couple minutes while I go change my clothes!" I blurt out.

"Occupied? How am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know! Dance for them!"

"Dance? This isn't a Beyoncé concert Carina."

"Oh well make it one!" I order before racing off in the other direction to my cabin.

1186.

1185.

1184.

1183.

Ah 1182!

I quickly open the cabin and pull my shirt over my head. I really need to find my other clean, Welcome to Camp Wanawee! shirt. If I don't, I can guarantee that I'll get judged by at least 85% of those parents and I do not need that. I dig throughout the drawer, making sure to hold onto the dirty shirt so I don't mix it with the clean clothes, and I still can't find the shirt.

"Where is that shirt?" I ask aloud.

"Carina?" asks a deep voice.

I freeze while dropping my shirt in my hand.

Girls don't have deep voices.

I feel my face heat up when I turn around to a smug Mark. I suck in my cheeks to keep from laughing at him.

Why must I have the need to laugh, you may ask? Well I can't help you with that answer. I don't know why I want to laugh anyway.

If anything I should be on the ground chewing off my nails, going crazy about showing Mark Yeager unnecessary cleavage!

"Yes?"

"You mean this one?" Mark asks while twirling my shirt in the air.

"Sadly, very very sadly, yeah it's that one."

Mark smirks and tilts his head to the side, examining my body.

Um.

Why do I suddenly feel self-conscious?

"I knew you thought I was hot but not enough that you'd strip for me. Damn girl!"

I cover myself and reach for my shirt.

"Shut up! Just give me the shirt."

"No way! Your shirt blocks all of your curves."

I roll my eyes and struggle to get the shirt from him.

(Mark Yeager)

"Mark come on! I have to get back down to the parents!"

"The parents can wait Caviar." I tease.

"Carina!" she whines. "It's Carina!"

I laugh and toss her shirt back. She grabs it and frantically throws her shirt over her chest.

"Gosh that was so embarrassing." Carina mutters under her breath.

I smile as she takes out a pair of shorts.

"Don't worry, it wasn't that embarrassing. I thought it was adorable."

She rolls her eyes and steps behind the bathroom door.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm gonna change my shorts dummy." she says.

"No need to get smart now, Caviar."

I hear the light flick off and she opens the door.

"You're an imbecile."

"Ouch Caviar! What's with all the insults?"

"It's fun." she smirks.

I smile at her and she re-ties her blue converses, and tightens her bow in her hair.

"Alright, let's do this Yeager."

"Gotcha baby."

I take her hand and feel her arm stiffen.

"Relax Caviar. I'm just holding your hand."

"Yeah I know and you're b***h of a girlfriend might give me another slap to the face."

"Speaking of that, um, I'm sorry for that. Phoebe just... Gets ahead of herself."

"'Ahead of herself', is an understatement."

I chuckle and look down at her.

"Okay let's really go now." Carina finally says. "I told Ashlee to dance for those parents."

"So? Ashlee can dance right?" I ask while we start walking back.

Carina lets out a loud laugh while throwing her head back.

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean?"

"Look."

She points over to a group of fussing children, horrified parents, and a spastic Ashlee in the front if them. She lets go of my hand and shakes her head.

"Wow." I say. "She is bad."

"I know. I was desperate, like really desperate."

"I can see that." I chuckle.

"I didn't think she was that bad though."

I smirk as Carina walks towards Ashlee and stops her from moving anymore.

"Thank goodness! That child saved us!" yells a mother. "Thank you so much! What is your name sweet girl?"

"Uh it's Carina."

"That's an odd name but it is a perfect name for a goddess!"

She sure is a goddess alright.

My future one.

And I'll be her Hercules.

It'll be the perfect match.

Wait.

What the hell did I just hear myself think?!

I do not think about Carina that way! No, no, no. Bad Mark! Bad!

Carina gets as stiff as a board as the lady continues to praise her.

"Excuse me I think that's enough praising but my name is Carina Matthews and that doofus over there is Mark Yeager. This year we are the head counselors for the famous Camp Wanawee!"

Famous? Psh, you wish Carina. You wish.

"And I promise to give your kids the most memorable summer they'll have in a while. So now to officially get this summer started, all the Wanawee-ers of this year will raise their right hands and say the Camp Wanawee phrase."

Carina the turns to me and gestures me to come over towards here. I stand next to her and hold up my right hand.

"I Wanawee, you Wanawee, together at Camp Wanawee, we can all Wanawee forever!" everyone says in unison.

There are cheers everywhere as everyone says their last goodbyes to their families.

"Okay now Wanawee-ers," I start. "There are the other counselors by the tables with your name, cabin numbers, and roommates. Then after around 7:30 we will gather in the mess hall for some games and dinner."

The kids soon disperse and head off to the other counselors. I turn around to find Carina talking to a tall guy while laughing. They were talking before but they had another blonde girl with them, and she was the one who pointed me out to Carina.

Ah beautiful Carina.

Yes, I let myself think that for one reason and one reason only. She is beautiful, very beautiful at that. She has a great body too, so that's a plus. Even though she's not the kind of girl I'm used to talking to, I think she's pretty cool.

I snap out of my thoughts when I feel a pair arms slink around my waist.

Hmm so Carina wants to play "the head counselors are dating" game.

I'm good with that.

I turn around with a smirk but slowly drop it when I see it's only Phoebe.

"Hey Marky." she says.

"Sup." I reply bluntly while popping the "P".

"Why the long face baby?"

"There's no long face, I just was expecting someone else."

"Like who?"

"No one."

Phoebe narrows her blue-gray eyes at me and places her arms around my neck.

"Better be no one." she replies before kissing me.

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