Camp Confidential 09 - Best (Boy)friend Ever by Melissa J. Morgan Read Free Book Online

okay? And grab anything else you see that’s tongue-burning,” Jordan instructed, voice low.
    Priya nodded. Oh, great. Now she’d lost the power to speak entirely. Just do it. Do it, do it, DO IT , she begged herself.
    “JORDAN!” she practically shouted.
    “Are you nuts? Do you want us to get caught?” he whispered.
    “No,” she whispered back. “I just wanted to ask—”
    Jordan grabbed her arm. “Somebody’s coming. Broom closet.”
    Priya reached the broom closet with two long steps. She jerked open the door and she and Jordan squeezed inside. He closed the door behind them just as the overhead kitchen lights clicked on.
    Had whoever it was seen the closet door shut? Were they caught? All Priya could hear was her own heart banging away in her ears. She wasn’t sure if she was near heart failure because she was afraid of getting sent to Dr. Steve’s office, or because she and Jordan were as close together as two sticks of gum in a pack.
    “I think we’re safe,” Jordan finally said.
    Speak for yourself , Priya thought.
    Jordan pushed the closet door open a crack, and Priya peered out. “Clear,” she whispered. She scrambled out and hurried over to the cabinet that was the farthest away. “Tabasco,” she muttered. “Tabasco, Tabasco.”
    “What did you want to ask me that was so important you almost got us busted?” Jordan asked.
    Priya jumped. He was right behind her. She spun around to face him. “Um, I noticed that you got a makeover,” she said. Which was lame. And not a question.
    A flush started at the bottom of Jordan’s neck and went all the way up to his forehead, with a stop to turn his ears into tomatoes. “So what?” he mumbled.
    “Well, uh, some of the girls in my bunk thought maybe it was because you liked someone,” Priya managed to spit out. She hoped her whole face wasn’t as red as Jordan’s ears, but she thought it was.
    Jordan didn’t answer.
    But Priya had gotten this far. She wasn’t taking silence for an answer. “So, are they right? Do you, um, liiiike someone?”
    “Yeah,” Jordan admitted. “I don’t know if you need all that iiii . But yeah.”
    “Is it the person you keep staring at?” Priya asked. She couldn’t ask if it was her. She just couldn’t. Not without barfing. “At the barbeque and tonight at dinner?”
    “Yeah.” Jordan ran his hands through his slicked back hair, eyes locked on Priya, waiting to see her reaction.
    Alex was right. It was time for Priya to face the truth—Jordan liked her, liked her in a boy-girl way.
    She felt as if a big chunk of earth was dropping out from under her feet. As if any second she was going to go into freefall. Jordan couldn’t be her best friend if he liked her that way. And how was she going to survive without him?
    What exactly was she supposed to do now?

chapter FOUR

    “Up, up, up! Everybody up!” Grace exclaimed.
    “We have ten more minutes,” Gaby grumbled. “And I want to be asleep for all of them.”
    “It’s the day of the D.C. trip, you guys!” Grace insisted. “How can you stay in bed?”
    “I can’t. I want to check my suitcase one more time to make sure I put in all the essentials,” Valerie said, throwing off her covers.
    “I thought you already packed everything you own. Plus some of my stuff,” Sarah joked.
    Priya sat up in her bunk and yawned. She’d slept for about five minutes. She’d spent the rest of the night trying to figure out how to deal with the Jordan crisis. And she still had no clue.
    Becky stepped around from the sectioned-off area of the cabin where she and Sophie slept. “I see I’m not going to have to use my crowbar to get anyone out of bed today.” She grinned. “Is something special happening?”
    “D.C. trip!” Grace, Sarah, Abby, and Valerie yelled.
    “Woo-hoo!” Alex added.
    “Oh, right,” Becky said. “Speaking of the trip, here’s the deal with the hotel. Our bunk is dividing into two rooms. Sarah, Brynn, Alex, Priya, and Valerie,