The Pretty Committee Strikes Back Part 18

"That girly-looking towel boy who's always begging the coach for a soccer tryout. You look exactly like him. What's with the outfit?"

Claire wanted to jump out of her skin with excitement. They were having a normal conversation. Maybe everything was fine. Maybe it had all been a bad dream.

"I need to talk to you." She twisted the green Puma sweatband around her wrist. "And Mr. Myner said that if a girl is caught the boys' cabin, she'll get sent home, so-"

"Well, if Dingle catches you here, I'll get kicked off the soccer team, so you better go." Cam flopped back down and folded his hands behind his head.

"Then let's sneak out back. I have to tell you something."

Cam didn't move. He stared at the mattress above him and breathed deeply. He wasn't going to make this easy.

"Fine." Claire stood up. "I'll leave." She stood still for a second, giving Cam one last chance to beg her so stay. But he didn't.

Claire took a deep breath and sat back down. "Look." She sighed. "I know you're mad because you saw me kiss Josh after the soccer game last week, and I totally get it."

He didn't say a word.

Claire continued. "But I thought you dumped me. You ignored me at the Love Struck dance, you never returned my e-mails, and you were all over Alicia's s.l.u.tty cousin Nina. So what was I supposed to do? I was upset."

When the springs on the mattress above Cam squeaked again, Claire stopped talking. She used the quiet time to study Cam's face. His breathing remained deep and steady. If he felt any compa.s.sion, he was doing a great job of hiding it.

"Cam, I had no idea Nina told you that lie about the Spanish soccer spell. How was I supposed to know she convinced you to avoid me so you'd win the finals?"

"She told me you knew about it." Cam rolled over and faced the wall. His voice was distant and slightly m.u.f.fled.

"Well, she was ahb-viously lying." Claire caught herself sounding like Ma.s.sie and decided to go with it. "Puh-lease, Nina was a total klepto. She got caught stealing from everyone in school. Are you seriously going to believe her over me?"

Cam was silent.

"Cam?" Claire filled with rage.

Silence.

"Cam?"

Silence.

The more he ignored her, the more her anger swelled. Eventually, the pressure building inside her could not be contained. And all of a sudden Claire burst.

"Cam!" She smacked him on the back, hitting his bony shoulder blade. The pain, along with her pent-up frustration, brought on a swell of tears. She smacked him on the back, hitting his bony shoulder blade. The pain, along with her pent-up frustration, brought on a swell of tears.

His back started shaking and Claire instantly forgot the throbbing in her hand. "I'm so sorry-did I hurt you?" she whisper-cried.

Finally Cam turned around to face her. He was laughing hysterically. "Even Brian Jeffreys. .h.i.ts harder than you."

The instant Claire saw his smile, her tears came harder. Cam had forgiven her.

His eyes sparkled with that playful flicker Claire loved, like he'd suddenly reclaimed his body and banished the cold zombie who had been living there for the last week.

Claire tried not to move. She wanted to bask in the warmth of his gaze for as long as possible, to make up for lost time. They stared at each other without blinking, until every cell in Claire's body felt electrified. She imagined her insides looked like strands of festive Christmas lights pulsing on and off, on and off, on and off, in perfect sync with her beating heart.

Even though Claire and Cam weren't speaking, then-eyes, bodies, and sweat glands seemed to be communicating on a frequency all their own. They didn't need words.

Claire tilted her head slightly to the right and held it there for a second. Her heartbeat quickened and the Christmas lights flashed faster.

Slowly, Claire inched forward.

The closer she got to Cam's full lips, the more she lowered her eyelids. Even though Claire couldn't see her target, she knew she was getting closer, because the sweet smell of Drakkar Noir and Ivory soap was growing stronger. She surrendered to the feeling, allowing herself to get sucked into his invisible force field. She was falling and leaning, leaning and falling, falling and- Finally, there was contact. Instead of landing on Cam's perfect mouth, she was facedown in a pile of itchy blankets. She threw open her eyes and gasped. Her Christmas lights went dark.

Claire kept her head buried until it became impossible to breathe. What just happened? Had she imagined the whole conversation between their bodies? Was her theory about not needing words wrong? Had Cam not forgiven her after all?

"Sorry," he said.

Claire lifted her head. She was dizzy and too embarra.s.sed to face him. Instead, she stared at the abstract hieroglyphic pattern on his blanket until it blurred.

"What about Josh?" he asked.

"What about him?" Claire was beyond annoyed. What else did she have to do to prove she liked Cam? The soccer outfit, the pinned-back hair, sneaking over and trying to kiss him-all of this certainly should have been enough.

"He likes you now," Cam whispered. "I can't just steal his girl."

"Ew, I'm so not his girl," Claire insisted. "I wish I could take that whole thing back. I always wanted you to be my first kiss, not him. I was just hurt and-"

"Well, I want you to be my my first kiss." Cam rested his hand on Claire's bare knee. It felt like a lightning bolt shot out of his palm and straight into her veins. But the time for their kiss had come and gone. first kiss." Cam rested his hand on Claire's bare knee. It felt like a lightning bolt shot out of his palm and straight into her veins. But the time for their kiss had come and gone.

They needed words.

"If you want me to be your first kiss, why did you move out of the way?" Claire was shocked with herself for being so straightforward. But at this point, it was easier to ask the questions than to live with them.

"I want our first kiss to be more romantic," Cam whispered and looked around the cabin. "Not something we do in front of a bunch of sleeping guys."

"I hear you."

Yay! Romantic Cam was back. Romantic Cam was back.

"Besides, you look like a dude and it's kinda freaking me out."

Claire punched him in the arm and he punched her back. They both cracked up. Cam covered Claire's mouth so she wouldn't wake the guys. Before he moved it away she inhaled deeply, stealing one last whiff of Drakkar Noir for the road.

"I better go." Suddenly Claire's body ached with exhaustion.

"Meet me after dinner tomorrow night at Powwow Log," Cam whispered. "Oh, and please don't say that this is the end-I won't be happy until we've kissed."

Claire gasped. Her arms and legs immediately flared up in goose b.u.mps. "That's the last line in the poem I sent you."

Cam pulled a folded piece of paper out from under his pillow. "I know."

"You got it?"

He smiled and waved it in front if her face as if to say, "Of course I got it, silly. And I loved it."

Claire felt like her world had just switched from black and white to Technicolor, like in The Wizard of Oz. The Wizard of Oz. She could hardly sit still. She could hardly sit still.

"Just to make this the most romantic kiss in all of history, let's not speak all day tomorrow. It will be like we're a bride and groom on their wedding day," Cam suggested.

Claire's teeth started chattering. "I love that."

"Are you cold?"

"Not one bit." She beamed.

"Okay." Cam grinned. "See you at seven?"

"See you at seven." Claire stood up and smiled down at him.

Then a familiar nonboy smell filled the air. It was a spicy combination of vanilla and chocolate and ...

It was Alicia's Angel perfume.

Was she here? Did she hear what I said about kissing Josh? No way, right? But what if she did?

Claire turned and ran out of the cabin as quickly as she could. She didn't care about creaky floorboards, waking the boys, or getting busted by Mr. Dingle. The only thing on her mind was Alicia and how vengeful she would be if she knew Claire had kissed Josh.

When she got back to her cabin Claire dove under her blankets. She was too afraid to check the beds to see if Alicia was missing. She didn't want to know. Instead she squeezed her eyes shut and prayed to G.o.d that one of those Briarwood boys had farted Angel perfume in his sleep.

LAKE PLACID, NEW YORK FOREVER WILD CAMPSITE THE GIRLS' BUNK.

Tuesday, February 24th 5:50 A.M. A.M.

"Up and at 'em, ladies." Mr. Myner burst through the cabin door and flicked on the light. The girls squinted until their eyes adjusted to the blinding brightness. He unzipped his yellow I Know What You Did Last Summer I Know What You Did Last Summer raincoat, revealing a pair of formfitting one-piece long johns. raincoat, revealing a pair of formfitting one-piece long johns.

It was still dark outside. And the feeling of being up before the rest of the world reminded Ma.s.sie of the vacations she took with her parents to St. Barts. It was always dark when her father woke her up and urged her to "get a move on" so they wouldn't miss their early flight. No matter how much Ma.s.sie had been looking forward to hitting the beach, at that exact moment, she would have forfeited her vacation just to spend a few more minutes under her warm covers with Bean.

Now that Mr. Myner was tromping around the cabin, tearing the blankets off the girls and insisting they get up, Ma.s.sie had that same feeling, only worse. Because he wasn't whisking them away to a tropical island so they could sip fruit smoothies by the pool and compare iPod playlists. He was forcing them to build an igloo for him in the middle of the frozen woods before sunrise. Ma.s.sie made a mental note to meet with Alicia's father about a potential lawsuit.

"Everyone on your feet." Mr. Myner clapped his hands.

Claire pushed herself off the bottom bunk and rubbed her eyes. Ma.s.sie didn't know whether to laugh or scream. She was still dressed in Kristen's soccer clothes.

"Claire," Ma.s.sie fake coughed. "Claire."

Claire's pale eyebrows crinkled when she looked at Ma.s.sie.

Ma.s.sie pointed her chin toward Claire's soccer shorts. Claire still seemed confused.

"Boy clothes," Ma.s.sie coughed.

Claire's expression changed immediately, like someone had just thrown a bucket of cold water on her face. She quickly tugged a blanket off her bed and wrapped it around her like a pashmina. Ma.s.sie sighed and turned back to Mr. Myner.

"Do you hear that sound?" He cupped his ear with his hand and tilted his head to the side, like he was listening to a rare birdcall.

Ma.s.sie couldn't hear a thing. The rain on the wood roof blocked out all other noise. Besides, her eardrums were still asleep.

"Kind of," Strawberry lied. The pile of hair on top of her head was leaning to the left. She looked like a pink Hershey's Kiss.

"It's the sound of you getting lucky," Mr. Myner said. "It's raining, so you are off the hook. Everyone back to bed. I'll be back after my sunrise hike to wake you." He turned off the light and, with a swish of his raincoat, disappeared into the darkness.

"My b.o.o.bs have more point than that," Dylan moaned as she covered her head with a pillow.

Everyone cracked up. Seconds later, the cabin was silent. All of the girls had fallen back asleep except Ma.s.sie. She was dying to know what had happened with Claire and Cam. And, more important, had Derrington been awake? Had he said anything about her? Had any of the other boys said anything about her?

Ma.s.sie flipped her pillow to the cold side and lay back down. How was she was going to face another day, knowing that some of the biggest losers in the school thought she she was a loser? The natural order of the universe had gone awry. And Ma.s.sie couldn't rest until it was restored. was a loser? The natural order of the universe had gone awry. And Ma.s.sie couldn't rest until it was restored.

She quietly lifted the covers off her and slipped into her lavender angora slippers. Ma.s.sie tiptoed across the floor, trying her hardest not to wake the MUCK girls. Not without a winning plan. Once she got to the fireplace, she climbed over the beanbags to the mantel. She slowly lifted Doose off his nail and did her best to lower him onto the ground without stabbing herself in the eye with his antlers. She almost had him safely on the ground when a pair of underwear fell out of the hollow part behind his snout and landed on Ma.s.sie's chest.

"Ew," she whisper-yelled. Doose went crashing down onto the floor. Luckily, his fall was silenced by a cushy suede beanbag. Ma.s.sie lifted him up by one antler, pinched the underwear between her thumb and index finger, and tiptoed back to the bunks.

Ma.s.sie stood over Claire for a second, watching her chest rise and fall while she slept. Things must have gone well with Cam or Claire would not have looked so peaceful. Claire's love life couldn't be better than hers. She had to fix things with Derrington ASAP.

She hooked the underwear over one of Doose's antlers and lowered his face until he was nose to nose with Claire. When Claire didn't move, Ma.s.sie gently poked her with Doose's hairy lips.

Her blue eyes shot open. "Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed. Ma.s.sie dropped Doose on the bed and covered Claire's mouth with her hand. Everyone woke up and looked around the cabin. Ma.s.sie crouched down until the girls settled back to sleep.

By then Claire's nerves had settled and the two girls buried their faces in blankets and pillows and laughed hysterically.

"What are you doing?" Claire mouthed once she caught her breath.

"Come outside, we have to talk."

"Now?" Claire hesitated.

"Yeah."

"It's raining."

"It stopped," Ma.s.sie lied. "Come on, unless you want this underwear in your face." She pinched the satin panties and dangled them above Claire's nose.

"Gross." Claire slapped Ma.s.sie's hand. "I'm going to kill Layne." She grabbed the underwear and dropped it on Layne's head on her way out the door.

It was raining sideways when the girls stepped out onto the porch. But the hunter green canvas awning kept them dry.

"So how did it go last night?" Ma.s.sie asked, even though she already knew the answer.

"Ah-mazing," Claire said. "Your plan was perfect."

Ma.s.sie smiled. That was all she wanted to hear. As far as she was concerned, they could move on to her now.