Bitter Sweet by Lennell Davis

this time, it’s the quietest place in the whole area. Anyway, why would I be writing notes to you?" That hurt me.
     
                  "Because I did better than you on that test, you were mad that you were no longer the best."
     
                  "You’re the only person in this entire place with half a brain and you think jealousy over a test score no one will ever see except the shitty teachers here would drive me to arrange secret meetings? What would I do at this meeting? What have you been imagining I would tell you? A threat to dumb yourself and never do better than me again?"
     
                  "I… Okay, if it wasn’t you, then who has been leaving these in my notebooks?"
     
                  "By the looks of the hand writing, it should be one of those idiots you call a roommate; this handwriting isn’t mine. After all, they have the access and means to do so," he said, laying back down on the table.
     
                  "Why would they do that?"
     
                  "Because they are jealous." He sat up and swung his feet around to look at me. “Maybe I was wrong about you.”
     
                  “Jealous of what?”
     
                  “You having a brain? Me not responding to their overactive hormones? I don’t really know, but considering we’re currently under no supervision, we could get into a lot of trouble. I wouldn’t be surprised if there is a teacher on his/her way here now, tipped off by one of those idiots that we would be meeting here.”
     
                  “What do we do now then?”
     
                  “We? We, do nothing. You should go get new roommates; yours hate you nearly as much as you hate them. I’m going to another place where maybe it will be quiet again.”
     
                  The door to the physics lab creaked and I turned to look, someone had just entered the building. Seith, however, turned and slowly walked to a window, opened it, and jumped out lightly, landing with barely a thud and leaving me alone in the room. I quickly followed him. I saw him slowly walking across the grass toward the dock by the lake and ran after him, catching him just as he reached the dock’s edge.
     
                  “Now what do you want?” he asked, annoyed.
     
                  “If I’m going to be caught out late, I’m not going to be alone.”
     
                  “I’m not going to be able to do anything with you around,” he sighed. “Let’s go.” He turned, walking back down the dock toward the grass.
     
                  “Go where?”
     
                  “Back to your room, where else?” He walked in silence for a while until we got closer to the cabins. “Stay close and keep your head down,” he said when we saw the first teacher walking across the grass toward the student cabins. Suddenly, he ran from one tree to another and I barely managed to keep up. “I said stay close.” This time he took my hand, and I blushed at his soft touch. He pulled me with him. He didn’t let go until we got to my cabin and I had to pull the room key out of my pocket. "Oh sorry," he said, letting go. My roommates hadn’t gotten back yet. He followed me in, looking around the room. “I assume this bed is yours?” he said pointing mine out.
     
                  “How did you know?” I asked.
     
                  “It’s the least… shocking.” I looked at the other three beds in the room; they were covered in printouts of digital pictures they had taken with others at the camp and things from home. In contrast, my bed was less… shocking. He sat down on my bed and looked out the window, his head hanging upside down off the other side.
     
                  “Wait, why are you still here?” I asked, realizing what just