“This is insane,” I whisper, and several of the guys turn to look at me. I'm dressed in jeans, and a huge, baggy black hoodie that does nothing for my pale complexion. I look like a ghost. With the giant glasses, the floppy hair, and the ugly sneakers, I'm sure I don't paint the prettiest picture.

“Jesus,” Spencer murmurs, and Ranger gives him a look like he's insane.

“Did you just get a boner, man? Over him?” Ranger points at me, and my cheeks flush red, but Spencer refuses to answer him, turning away and storming through the crowd. They part like the Red Sea, and the twins grab my arms on either side, dragging me after him.

The other students don't even complain as the Council takes the next available car.

“Wow, royal treatment,” I murmur as we settle in for the long drive. Five hours to the cabins, with only two planned breaks. There are snacks, and even pillows and blankets provided. We're getting an early afternoon start, putting us there around five in the evening. We'll be staying in the cabins and heading back to Adamson in the morning. “This is so old-fashioned. Reminds me of the original Parent Trap where the boys come over to the girls' camp to party, like some 1960s shit or something.”

“The Parent Trap?” Ranger scoffs, giving me a look and propping his giant black combat boot up on the shelf opposite us. “You watch that shit? No wonder you're so weird.”

“I'm weird, and you're the one that bakes naked in the academy kitchen?!” I cringe a bit when I realize I've just told his secret to the entire car. But Ranger doesn't seem to care as the twins snicker. Nobody looks surprised.

“It's my meditation time, okay? Clothes restrict my artistic integrity.” He smirks at me, tapping his boot against the far wall of the car, his black t-shirt dipping low enough that I can see a peek of his ink. Ranger reaches up and tugs at the plugs in his ear, watching me with narrowed sapphire eyes. “I don't barge into your private space and make fun of you while you wank your micropenis.”

“I do not have a micropenis,” I grind out, even though I just told Church that I did. Because, I mean, I have a clitoris. Still, it rubs me the wrong way and Ranger can see it. He's enjoying tormenting me. “Also, fuck you.”

I flip him off, but he just laughs, and I settle in for the long haul, five whole hours of being teased and poked at. Just ten minutes later, one of the twins—I don't see who—drops an ice cube down my back and makes me howl and flail as I struggle to get it out of my clothes.

Dickheads.

Eventually, I fall asleep, missing the first bathroom break. When I do wake up, I feel like I'm going to pee my pants, looking out the window and counting to a hundred over and over again to keep my cool. When we do stop, I jump out and take off for the bathroom.

“That's the women's bathroom, you dipshit,” Spencer says, grabbing my arm at the last minute and dragging me over to the men's side. My cheeks are on fire even before we walk in and I see the entire Student Council with their dicks in their hands, pissing in the urinals.

Oh no. Oh god no.

There are urinals at Adamson, too, but there are also plenty of private stalls. I just keep myself confined to the handicap bathroom that has its own door and lock, and everything works just fine.

Right now, I'm panicking.

My eyes catch a whole lot more penis than I ever wanted to see, and I yank my arm from Spencer's grip, racing to the only stall in the room and locking myself in.

“Wow, Carson, what's the rush?” Spencer calls out, but I don't care. I really don't want to see the guys peeing, and I really, really have to go myself. Hopefully they'll just think I'm, you know, squatting for other reasons.

I sigh with relief, finishing up, and heading out to find Ranger staring at me with a weird, wary sort of expression. I pause, and we both just stand there in silence, staring at each other. The twins look between us, and then glance over at Church who's frowning hard.

“Did you just …” Ranger starts, but his best friend's already grabbing his arm and steering him toward the door.

“Let's not hang out in a smelly, rest stop bathroom any longer than necessary.” He guides Ranger toward the door, but the dark-haired dickhead cranes his head around and stares at me until the door closes behind him. Spencer's long-gone, so it's just me and the twins now.

“That was a close one,” I say, exhaling in relief and putting my hand to my chest. The brothers exchange a look, and then turn back to me.

“He's onto you,” they say, pointing at me.

“He is not.” I stand back up and waltz over to the sink to wash my hands. The twins follow me, flanking me on either side.

“Yes, he is,” Tobias tells me, blinking his big, green eyes. “Be careful, Charlotte. Once he gets locked onto something, he's like a freaking alligator. He will chomp down and hold on for dear life.”

“I'm not afraid of him,” I say, and Micah sighs, leading us back to the limo.

For the rest of the drive, Ranger just stares at me, brow slightly crinkled, like he's puzzled about something.

“Chuck,” he finally says, testing out the word on his tongue. “Is that short for something, Carson?” I stare right back at him, the tension in the limo rising with each passing mile.

“It's short for Charlie,” I say, and he lifts one perfectly arched black brow at me.

“Uh-huh. I see.” More silence. “You're your dad's only son?”

“His only kid,” I agree with a smile, my glasses slipping down my face. I let them hang there, crouching in my hoodie and wishing Ranger would look anywhere else but at me. The twins and Church keep trying to distract him, but he's fixated.

Ross and Spencer are freaking oblivious.

By the time we get to the cabins—this picturesque place in the middle of the woods called Twilight Slumber Camp—I'm bolting out that damn door and away from Ranger and his unnerving stare.

The twins catch up to me, and our whole group gets let into the building first to check on the food. Everything's been delivered and set up beautifully, the decorations in the room like something out of a fairy tale. There are big clusters of roses in these giant wooden stands, tied up with huge bows made of wide, sparkling ribbons. Overhead, there are these huge rough wood beams draped in living garlands that drip fat blossoms from the ceiling.

“Oh,” I murmur, pausing and looking up at the giant chandelier, lit with real candles and lending a soft glow to the room. They're helped along by the towering fireplace on the wall beside the food and beverage tables. It's so tall, I could stand inside it if the flames weren't roaring. “It's beautiful in here.”

“Is it?” Ranger asks, and I jump. The twins glance at each other and then move around on either side of me, dragging me away from the Student Council's asshole Vice President.

“Told you he was onto you,” Tobias whispers, as they steer me aside, letting the crowd trickle in from the front door. Ranger seems determined to follow after us. That is, until the back door opens and girls begin to filter in.

And not just girls, but like a whole herd of supermodels.

My jaw drops, and my eyes get wide.

Holy. Shit.

My dad's standing near the back door, chatting with an older woman that I guess might be the headmistress of Everly Academy. He doesn't notice me over here, standing in the shadows, dressed in a huge baggy hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. Who would? I feel suddenly inadequate, and kind of nervous. My eyes flick between the two twins, standing tall over me, almost like guardians. I like that. But I'm also not under any illusion that they—or any other member of the Adamson Student Council—will be spending much time with me when there are all these gorgeous girls batting their eyelashes at them.