Over & Out by Melissa J. Morgan Page A

Not one bit.
    When she finally hobbled into the crafts room ten minutes late, Farrah, the counselor who taught the class, pointed to an empty chair. Jenna’s eyes widened when she saw it, because sitting at her table was none other than Blake Wetherly, Dr. Steve’s nephew. Blake liked ceramics? No way. It just wasn’t possible. And it certainly wasn’t possible that she would be able to endure sitting next to him every day.
    Jenna sighed, took a deep breath, and made her way to the table. She thought about being nice and starting fresh with Blake, but when she opened her mouth to say hello, Blake beat her to the punch with, “So, I guess they thought you’d be better at Play-Doh than soccer, huh?” He snorted. “Well, at least if you’re a klutz in here, you won’t break anything, except maybe a ceramic mug.”
    Jenna’s skin turned prickly hot with anger. “For your information, I’m not a klutz. It was a groundhog hole. I tripped. It could’ve happened to anyone.” She stared him down. “And I didn’t expect to see you here. Aren’t you afraid of messing up your clothes?”
    â€œBelieve me, this wasn’t my choice,” he said. “This was the only elective they had room for me in, except for boating. And I’m taking that in the mornings.” He looked around the room. “This is about as exciting as spending an afternoon with Martha Stewart. And I should know, because my parents are friends with her.”
    Jenna bit her lip to keep from completely losing it, and thankfully, Farrah started giving instructions. Jenna simmered down, but not enough. As soon as Farrah was done talking, Jenna picked up her ball of clay from the table and began pounding it. It gave her great satisfaction to imagine that she was really pounding Blake’s stuck-up nose instead. She didn’t know how long she pounded until she started feeling better.
    â€œIf you’re trying to kill it,” Blake said, smirking, “I think you succeeded about ten minutes ago.”
    Jenna blushed, but just pounded harder. “Well, I don’t know what you’re trying to make, but it looks like it could use some CPR, too.”
    â€œI don’t care what it looks like,” Blake said. “This class is totally lame anyway. The whole camp is.”
    â€œSo why are you here then?” Jenna said.
    Blake shrugged. “My parents made me come. They think hanging out here will make me ‘well-rounded.’ ” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. This place is a dump. I’d rather be home with my iPod, chillin’ by our pool.”
    Jenna shrugged. “Camp is really awesome. You should give it a try. If I were you, I’d be doing every activity I had the chance to. Trust me, it’s better than being stuck with crutches. Especially with Color War starting next week.”
    â€œColor War sounds stupid, too. Who cares about the Purple and Pink teams?”
    â€œRed and Blue teams,” Jenna corrected, fuming.
    â€œWhatever.” Blake shrugged. “We’ll see if I can spice things up around here, before we all die of boredom.”
    Before Jenna got a chance to ask what he meant, Farrah came over to check on their progress, and Jenna had to focus on molding, instead of pounding, her clay into something resembling art. Or a coffee mug, at least.

    â€œYou should’ve heard him,” Jenna vented about Blake as soon as everyone was together in the bunk that night. “Dissing camp like he was way too good for it. I can’t believe Dr. Steve puts up with that.”
    â€œMaybe he doesn’t know how bad it is,” Karen offered.
    Mia looked up from the horoscopes she was reading in Cosmo Girl . “Actually, you guys should try to be nice to Blake,” she said. “Dr. Steve told Kenny that Blake’s parents don’t pay much attention to him. They’re always going to parties and