Camp Confidential 09 - Best (Boy)friend Ever by Melissa J. Morgan Page B

had picked. She wanted to stop staring at them like a stalker. She also wanted to be able to eat. Her stomach was growling, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to choke down any of her food if the Happiest Couple in the World was on display.
    The seat she’d chosen meant Gaby was across from her. But Priya could deal with some brattitude, no problem. David and Sarah were next to Gaby, and Marc, a guy from David’s bunk, was next to David.
    “Hey, guys, isn’t this boat fab?” Valerie asked, as she sat down at the table with Scott, a boy who was in this nature session with Priya and Jordan. Just thinking about Jordan got Priya twisting her head around and straining to see him. Yeah, he still looked like he was having fun. She turned back to face her own group, but all she could think about was Jordan and Brynn. Brynn and Jordan. What were they talking about over there? They didn’t like any of the same things. Jordan couldn’t talk about theater stuff—he’d already proved that. And Brynn couldn’t—
    Valerie nudged Priya. “Huh?” Priya asked.
    “Scott was asking you something about fantasy football,” Val said. “I know fantasy football doesn’t involve leprechauns, but that’s about the extent of my knowledge, so I can’t answer for you.”
    “Sorry, sorry,” Priya said. How many times was she going to have to apologize tonight? “What did you say?”
    “I was asking what you thought of Eric Johnson for tight end,” Scott said.
    Priya shook her head. “You gamble on him, you better have backup. The guy gets injured climbing out of bed.”
    “Who do you like for backup?” Scott asked, leaning across Valerie. “It’s looking like for Week 1 my options are going to be Courtney Anderson, Jeb Putzier, or Stephen Alexander.”
    “I’d go with Anderson.” Priya pushed her hair away from her face, and felt a little glitter come off on her fingers. “He’s big and has good hands. Plus, he’s seasoned. The guy has no excuses for not producing.”
    “Cool. Thanks. I like that gold stuff in your hair,” he added, before he leaned back.
    “You are such boy bait tonight,” Val whispered in Priya’s ear. “Tomboy on the inside, glamstress on the outside.”
    “Hey, Priya,” Marc said from across the table. “You know how we’re having those swing dance lessons and that competition after dinner?”
    “Uh-huh,” she answered. Wait. Was that Brynn laughing? Again?
    “Well, I wanted to know if you wanted to team up with me?” Marc asked.
    Valerie grinned at Priya. “See, that’s what I’m sayin’.”
    That is Brynn laughing , Priya decided.
    Marc twisted his napkin into a ball. “So do you want to do the dance thing with me?”
    Val nudged Priya again.
    Priya blinked. “Yeah, sure. Sounds like fun,” she told Marc.
    Like anything tonight is going to be fun , that horrible voice in her head commented.

    Priya grinned at Marc as she rocked back on her left foot. She wanted to look like she was having fun. Because Jordan and Brynn were only a few feet away. And they really were having fun. And she didn’t want them to think she wasn’t. Not that either of them was looking at her or anything.
    “One-and-two, three-and-four, five, six,” Marc muttered, staring down at his feet. His hand was sweaty in hers. The guy was trying so hard. He was so serious about it all.
    “Maybe stop counting,” Priya suggested. “Just listen to the music. It basically counts for you.”
    “But the teachers—one-and-two—said to—three-and-four—count—five, six,” Marc said, still looking at his feet.
    Out of the corner of her eye, Priya saw Jordan and Brynn do the cuddle step, where they ended up side by side instead of facing each other. Priya wanted to try that! But she and Marc so weren’t there yet.
    “I know, I know,” Priya answered. “It’s just that sometimes concentrating too hard can mess you up. That’s happened to me in basketball. If I have everything the coach has told me running