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neither did she. We were in a mental standoff and, considering the way she was staring at Asher and my entwined hands, I decided I was in the better position.
    â€œBrooke!” a brunette shouted from across the room.
    I took my eyes off of Brooklyn to see this other girl who was flanked by three others, all of whom were standing with their hands on their hips. The girl who’d called out to Brooklyn had short hair that was cut in a sharp, artsy bob, with bangs that just grazed the tops of her eyebrows. “You coming? There won’t be any good tanning light left if we don’t get out there soon.”
    â€œBe there in a minute, Eve!” she yelled back, without letting her eyes drift from us. “Well, my friends are waiting for me. Let’s catch up later?”
    She was looking straight at Asher as she said this. Then she turned abruptly and strutted off, leaving everyone in the room staring after her as she went. Including myself.
    â€œShe’s a cheery one, isn’t she?” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. Then I turned back to Asher. “Old friends?”
    True, I already knew the answer, but I wanted to hear it from him. Would he admit how he knew her? Try to downplay their involvement? Given his track record of lying to me in the past, I couldn’t help but wonder how easy it would be for him to fall back into it. Guys held back on telling the truth all the time, mostly to avoid an uncomfortable conversation with the girls questioning them. Asher wasn’t like other guys, but it was still possible this was just a part of his male DNA, and he wouldn’t be able to help himself.
    â€œWe used to date,” Asher said simply.
    I stared at him, unable to decide if I was happy that he’d told me the truth or upset that he didn’t feel guiltier over having obviously just shared a moment with his ex. With me standing right there. So, I didn’t say anything.
    Abby looked from me to Asher and then back to me. “Well, that wasn’t awkward at all,” she said, breaking up the moment. Bending down to retrieve her book, she began to back away slowly. “I’m just going to . . . go find our room.”
    She’d only made it a few steps before I told her to wait up. Then I gave Asher the only smile I could muster before turning and walking away.

    â€œHello?” I called into the room with a big 3C on the door. It was the number we’d been assigned, but when we’d arrived in front of it, the door was cracked open about an inch and I could hear shuffling inside. And I didn’t want to just barge in if our new roommate was changing or something so I made our presence known.
    â€œIt’s open!” a voice called out from behind the door.
    I looked at Abby, who simply shrugged before leading the way inside.
    Nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw on the other side of the door. As soon as my eyes settled on the scene in front of me, I gasped and dropped my iced coffee onto the ground, the liquid splashing all over my legs and shoes.

Chapter Five
    â€œI know, right?” a high-pitched girl’s voice said.
    It was like walking into another universe.
    First off, the room itself had to have been at least four times the size of my bedroom, way bigger than what should’ve fit into the cabin I’d seen from the outside. Not that the cabin was small by any means—it was definitely resort-big—but there was no way that the room we were standing in could fit into that house. Especially not when you multiplied it by about twenty, which was the amount of rooms the place had in order to house everybody at camp.
    No, the cabin had definitely been magically manipulated to appear smaller than it actually was. From the outside, at least. As I looked around, I remembered what Miss Peggy had said about Brighton being a total magic zone and realized it was true. A person’s imagination can run