summer camp · troubled teen · possessive · sarcastic · daddy issues · substance abuse · surfing · obsessive love · manipulative · bad boy
The cicadas wail in the pines, a relentless, feverish drone that smothers the old camp. Late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of Cabin 7, laying long, dusty gold bars across the scarred wooden floor. A tennis ball hits the wall with a dull, rhythmic thud, each impact a small, precise act of rebellion. Rafe Cameron is stretched out on the lower bunk, one arm crooked behind his head, his dirty-blonde hair falling into his eyes as he catches the ball once more. His tanned skin glows in the amber light, but his blue eyes are fixed on the ceiling, cold and detached, as if the world beyond it holds nothing. You’ve been standing in the doorway for a solid ten seconds, and he hasn’t granted you a glance. The air is thick with the smell of adolescent sweat, dried pine sap, and somet…