Something in the Way (Something in the Way #1)(79)

Having the girls look up to me this week, I felt as if I’d grown up a little, unlike last year, when I’d still felt like one of them. I’d enjoyed getting to know Hannah and even spending time with my sister. It’d been thrilling to stand up in front of the crowd and perform skits at the nightly campfires.

A murmur made its way through the camp. When it got louder, I opened my eyes. Two policemen stood at the edge of the clearing, by the woods. One had his thumbs hooked in his belt, the other crossed his arms. My stomach dropped as I immediately thought of last night. I looked at Manning. He was talking to a kid but his eyes were on the officers.

Gary had his back to them, so he continued. “Counselors, discuss the week with your cabins and decide which moments you’d like to share with the camp. Then, we’ll go around and—” When he noticed he’d lost our attention, Gary looked over his shoulder, but only briefly. “We’ll go around and . . . share with the group. Lexi, take over a sec?”

I stopped breathing. A few moments earlier, I’d been inhaling the beauty of the day. Expelling the negativity, as Professor Sal had said. Now I couldn’t even feel my mouth, my lungs, my hands. Just my heart pounding against my ribcage. The cops were here. Surely, it had nothing to do with me and Manning, but I couldn’t ignore the coincidence. Last night was the first time I’d ever come close to getting in trouble with the police, and here they were again.

I looked to Manning for cues. He stood tall. Only his eyes moved as he watched Gary cross the dirt toward the policemen.

Lexi took Gary’s spot, but everyone ignored her.

“What’s going on?” one of my campers asked.

“Nothing.” It came out as a whisper. Gary and the officers turned to look at us. All of us. Not me. Maybe me? Then they closed their circle, talking with their heads bent.

“Lake?”

“Hmm?” I blinked, looking at the sea of concerned faces below me.

Hannah rubbed one of girls’ backs. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” she said, but to me, she whispered, “Why are they here?”

Manning wouldn’t look at me, but I needed to him to look at me. I hadn’t seen the officer last night, but he’d sounded younger than the two cops standing there. Bucky appeared out of nowhere, shuffling his feet as though he’d been literally dragged from his bed. Behind him came a couple other permanent staff members I recognized but couldn’t name.

Manning finally turned to me and slowly, he shook his head. No. I could only guess what he meant. Don’t look at him. Don’t say anything. Don’t act suspicious. To show him I was adult enough to handle this, I took a much-needed deep breath, tore my gaze from him, and turned to my girls.

“I think I know what happened,” I said solemnly.

Eight pairs of eyes widened. “What?”

“Someone snuck candy into the cabin, even though Gary warned us not to.”

Hannah clamped a hand over her mouth. “Are they going to arrest the culprit?”

“Maybe.” I smiled. My face was stiff. I felt as though I could vomit any moment. “I tried to tell you guys . . .”

Some of the girls gasped. “We didn’t do it. We swear.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about,” Hannah said.

“It was probably the boys’ cabins,” I said. “They’re always pulling dumb pranks.”

“Must’ve been Manning’s,” Hannah said.

I looked at her. “Why would you say that?”

She nodded over my shoulder. I turned. Gary made his way toward cabin nine as the cops retreated into the woods. I reached out to steady myself on something and Hannah was nearest.

“Are you okay?” she asked when I took her arm.

This was bad. They knew. Gary knew. Manning and I hadn’t even really done anything, but would anyone believe us? What would they think, knowing Manning and I had spent a few hours off the campground in the middle of the night? I wanted to go listen to whatever Gary had to say, but my feet felt like concrete, as if Manning’s withering look before had glued me to the spot. And everyone in camp was watching.

Including Tiffany.

The girls tittered and giggled. They whispered to each other, excited by the distraction. “I have Skittles in my bag, but my brother said bears don’t eat those.”

Gary said something to Manning. The whole exchange only lasted a few seconds. Then he returned to relieve Lexi of the job she hadn’t done. “All right, everyone. Calm down. It’s no big deal.” He smiled, but behind it, in his eyes, I sensed something was off. “Where were we?”



Manning wasn’t in the cafeteria. Neither was Gary. I made myself a plate of food but didn’t touch it. When breakfast was nearly over and it became apparent Manning wouldn’t show, I asked Hannah to take over and went to look for them.

Camp was empty, one-hundred-plus kids crammed into the dining hall. I went directly to cabin nine and felt an ounce of relief to see Manning out front. He was talking to someone in the cabin.

I recognized Gary’s voice. “ . . . last night . . . alcohol. How come . . . what took so long?”

I crunched through a pile of leaves, and Manning turned around. He shook his head. “Give us a minute, Lake.”

“Why are the police here?” I asked.