Best (Boy)friend Forever (Camp Confidential, No. 9)
Melissa J. Morgan
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Priya Shah is Camp Lakeview’s resident tomboy—her BFF in the whole world is Jordan: a BOY, but they are just friends. The girls in bunk 4C aren’t buying it, though. Priya’s used to the teasing and thinks she can take it. But during the fourth-division field trip to D.C. she realizes she’s never been more wrong. And when Jordan starts going out with another girl on the trip, Priya must get in touch with her true feelings before it’s too late.
“He’s looking at you again,” Brynn whispered from her seat to Priya’s left. “I’ll be a witness to that,” Grace joked from Priya’s right. Great. She was surrounded. “His hair’s a little better tonight. That’s something,” Gaby commented from across the table. Totally surrounded. “Isn’t there anything else to talk about?” Priya exclaimed. “World peace?” Valerie suggested. “Boring,” Gaby said. “Color war?” Sophie suggested as she dropped off a basket of bread. “Too far away. And we don’t
voice cracked. “And just be . . . you. No memorized lines or anything,” Priya answered. “The reason Brynn wants to go to the dance with you is because I told her what a great guy you are. I was talking about you. Not whoever that was that showed up at the play and spewed lines from some review.” “Just be me,” Jordan repeated. “Yeah. That’ll work. Trust me,” Priya said. I totally know, she added to herself. “Thanks. You’re the best bud ever!” Jordan slapped her on the shoulder. That had to be
three separate sections with him to camp so he could keep his food compartmentalized. Not just to camp, either. “Eating the ’hopper would put you one point ahead of me,” she added, just to torture him. As if he didn’t totally know that already. “How is that extreme?” Jordan asked. “How is that worthy of our challenge?” “Oh, right.” Priya shook her head. “You eat bugs every day. It’s not extreme at all.” “You know what would be extreme?” Jordan asked, leaning close to her, his breath hot
thing out,” Priya admitted. “I mostly hang with boys. I mean, at camp I do stuff with whoever is in my bunk, but . . .” “But no secrets or confessions or advice?” Brynn started toasting herself a marshmallow. “When I asked you guys what you thought it meant when Jordan brought up kissing—that was my first real girlfriend conversation, I think,” Priya said. “Hey, you made me a marshmallow for my s’more. How sweet,” Grace said, plopping down next to Brynn and commandeering her marshmallow.
But whatever it was, it was stuck to the side of one of the fries looking very unappetizing. “Eeeuw!” she cried, flinging the fry back onto her plate in disgust. “How gross is that?” She dumped her fries in the trash and dug into her chicken fingers instead, but only after carefully inspecting them to make sure they were free of UFOs (Unidentified Food Objects) first. “Okay, guys. Word to the wise. Avoid the french fries at all costs.” Just then, Tori gave a low whistle. “Hottie,” she whispered