Last Chance Summer by Shannon Klare

Author:Shannon Klare
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends

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Therapy

“Do you think they intentionally crammed it in every corner?” Steff said, leaning against a broom handle.

I paused, standing in the middle of my mattress with a handful of two-ply. “Yes,” I said. “I think the whole thing was done to make our lives as difficult as possible. Don’t be surprised if they also crammed it in your shoes, shampoo bottles, or any other random place they could find.”

“Found snippets in my makeup kit this morning,” Brie said, nodding. “Ruined the only foundation I brought out here. My face is the real victim.”

“You stole that foundation from me, anyway,” Jess said, scrunching her nose. “Guess karma finally rolled around.”

“You never wore it,” Brie said.

“Maybe I never wore it because you took it before I could,” Jess said.

“Okay,” I said, flickering my attention between them. “You two are supposed to be thinking up revenge plans, not arguing over foundation. We’ve got breakfast in approximately ten minutes. Please tell me you’ve thought up something by now.”

“I have something in mind,” Jess said, grabbing toilet paper off the ground. “But it requires some baby oil, some duct tape, and a large tarp.”

“We aren’t trying to kill them,” Brie said, laughing.

“I’m not trying to kill them,” Jess said. “I just want to harm them a little.”

“With baby oil, duct tape, and a tarp?” I said, arching a brow.

“Slippery floors,” Jess said.

“And how exactly does the—” The bell rang outside, drawing my attention. “Never mind,” I said, setting a trash bag near the door. “Hold that thought and tell me later.”

“But it’s brilliant!” Jess said.

“I’m sure it is, but those boys will be heading for food and I don’t want any of our plan leaving this room.” I grabbed a handful of toilet paper, tossed it in a trash can beside the bed, and headed for the door. When I crossed the threshold outside, most of the cabin two guys stood on the road below.

Smiles graced their faces, amusement running rampant.

“Just wait,” I said, glaring at Grant. “Payback will be worse.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, watching me.

He held two travel mugs today, one his usual and the other an iridescent shade. He handed me the iridescent one. The bitter smell of coffee piqued my senses.

“Bribery will only get you so far,” I said, sipping.

“This isn’t a bribe, it’s a peace offering,” he said.

“Same thing.” I sipped the steaming liquid. The hazelnut undertones burned their way through my mind—Nikki’s favorite flavor.

“Either way, it isn’t working,” I said, shaking away the memory. “My girls are bitter. You could bring me Starbucks and it wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Good, because there isn’t a Starbucks in a forty-mile radius,” Grant said, nudging me.

I nudged him back, my eyes on the mess hall. “I was up past one, trying to get the room situated enough it was sleepable.”

“See this,” he said, rubbing his pointer finger and thumb together. “It’s the world’s smallest violin.”

I hit him in the arm and he laughed.

“I could report you for violence,” he said.

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