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Chapter 2 - Cabin Mates
I never did come up with a plan, nothing that wouldn't end up drawing too much attention to me, anyway. I invested in an ace bandage to bind up my chest and practiced acting like a dude, with Seth's help. I worked hard at masculating myself, but I sucked at being a guy, plain and simple. However, I was determined that nothing was going to keep me from my goal.
So a week later, the three of us stood at the bus station. When Seth and I walked up, Jake took in my appearance with a confused expression.
Seth finally spoke. "It's an all boy's camp, so this is my brother, Rick."
"Rick?" Jake asked. I just nodded.
He smirked at me, "You are so going to owe me, Bellarina."
My mouth dropped open in shock but Seth was the one that put him in his place. "She owes you nothing, Jake. You'll keep your mouth shut or I'm telling your mom about what you have under your bed."
Jake flinched and Seth pulled me behind him. Jake cut his eyes at me, dying to say something but thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. Whatever Seth had on him must have been good. We waited the last twenty minutes in silence. The bus drove up and as we were loading our things, a large Jeep drove up blaring loud music.
"Jake, you old bastard, what are you doing here?" a loud jolly voice yelled.
I turned to see a huge dark haired guy patting Jake on the back.
"I've decided to learn to play the trumpet," Jake said holding up an old beat up case and I wondered where he got it.
"Cool, man, cool," said the dark haired guy. "Who are your buddies?" he asked.
"That's my friend, Seth, and…" he paused and smirked, "his little brother, Rick."
Emmett noticed the pause and took in my form. I had banded down my fairly generous C cups and donned baggy boy's clothes to hide my curves. My now unshapely form was not good for a seventeen year old girl, but I was a decent size to pass for a fourteen year old boy. I definitely looked like a scrawny, nerdy teenage boy, but a boy all the same. Seth stepped in front of me, blocking their view of me. I was suddenly thankful that he decided to come along.
I was shoving my bag under the bus, or at least I was trying to when I felt someone come up behind me. It felt electric and it surprised me. I turned to see who was standing there and lost my balance. I looked up to see a green eyed god laughing.
"Hey, man, didn't mean to startle you. You need a hand?" he asked pointing to my bag.
I nodded yes dumbly not trusting my voice.
He sauntered over and shoved my bag in and to the side and slipped his bag in with ease. I was still sitting on the ground staring at him dumbly.
"You alright?" he asked.
I suddenly felt stupid for sitting on the ground staring like a moron. I nodded and dusted off my hand. I almost expected him to offer me help getting up but then I realized I was supposed to be a boy. I picked myself up off the ground and tried to look tough, ignoring the sting of my scrapped hands.
"What do you play?" the boy god asked me.
"Clarinet," I stumbled out and he smirked. I realize now the clarinet was not a very manly instrument.
"To each his own," he said and strode over to where the dark haired boy was talking with Jake and another blonde haired boy.
Seth bumped me. "Stop staring and shut your mouth. You're a guy, remember," he whispered.
I turned a deep red. I was not doing well and I was grateful Seth was along. I quickly shut my mouth and trained my eyes on the ground. I decided the ground would be the best place to keep my gazed diverted.
The bus ride wasn't supposed to be too long but when I was about to pull out my book, a collection of Jane Austen stories, Seth grabbed my arm and shook his head at me. He reached into his bag and pulled out an old worn copy of Star Wars and passed it to me.
"Guy's don't read that crap," he said
So I started reading Star Wars. I had never read it before and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. At least it would give me something to do.
Cabins were assigned by what music genre we were going to study. I had picked classical because I thought it would be the most relaxing and figured the other guys in the group would probably be just as nerdy as I was.
Seth didn't know what I had picked so Jake and he chose the same group, which was big band to my surprise.
When we arrived I quickly found my name on the cabin list. I read the names of my cabin mates and they sounded just as nerdy as I was.
Edward probably had a nasal problem and Jasper sounded like a guy with asthma, and Emmett just sounded like a wedgy waiting to happen. I smiled thinking I would be most comfortable with this group of nerds and went to go find my cabin.
I heard loud boisterous laughter coming from my cabin and recognized it as the dark haired boy's voice from the bus station. I was worried he was bullying my cabin mates. I was trying to figure out what I was going to do when Seth came up behind me. "Everything alright?"
"That's my cabin," I pointed to the now silent building.
"You want me to go with you?" he asked and I nodded yes.
He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me forward. There was a common room and two doors. The dark haired boy and the blonde boy came walking out of one of the doors.
"Best two out of three, man, come on!" the blonde begged.
"No way, man, I won top bunk fair and square," the dark haired boy laughed.
Seth cleared his throat and the pair looked at us. I was silently pleading that this was some mistake, that they really weren't my cabin mates.
"Hey, Seth, right?" The dark haired boy offered Seth his hand and so he took it.
"My brother, Rick, here is in your cabin," Seth motioned to me, and the blonde haired boy's eyes lit up in amusement.
"You're Richard Swan? Cool, you're bunking in with Edward over there," he pointed to the other door. "I'm Jasper and this is Emmett." He offered me his hand and I tried to give it a manly shake but failed horribly.
At least I wouldn't be sharing a room with them. I glanced at the door and started over to it when it flew open. The green eyed god stood before me and I stumbled back tripping over my bag. He smirked down at me.
The blonde boy, Jasper, spoke again. "Edward, meet your bunk mate, Rick."
I thought I would die. This was what I got for lying about being a boy. Seth grabbed my hand and pulled me up.
"Stop staring at him," he whispered.
I hadn't even realized I was doing it again. He closed my mouth for me and I heard Emmett giggling. "You're going to have fun with that one."
Edward gave him a dirty look and then glared at me. This was not going to end well. I was suddenly very worried. The green eyed god seemed nice at the bus station but I really didn't know him at all.
The room was small with one set of bunk beds; it looked like Edward had taken top bunk. I threw my bag on the chair in the corner and opened the door on the far wall to find a bathroom. There was a door on the other side that I assumed went to Jasper and Emmett's room. Great, I would be sharing a bathroom with three guys, but I guess I knew that was what I was signing up for. I made a mental note to remember to lock both doors at all times when in there.
After orientation we were broken up into groups by instrument and ability. There were only two other guys playing the clarinet and as I walked into the class they were both complaining about their mothers making them learn a 'pussy' instrument. I figured I needed to say the same.
I was hoping they would be scrawny like me, but they weren't. I was fast learning that everyone at this camp was well built and popular. It took some time for me to realize that it made perfect sense because they were all athletes. I was such an idiot for thinking I could blend in with them. I was surrounded by large, well built boys everywhere I went. Too bad indulging in the eye candy around here could get me decked if I wasn't careful!
After three hours of clarinet lessons I was actually getting the hang of it. I was pleased when our teacher started us on a classical song, Ode to Joy by Beethoven. I was thrilled when I realized I was actually doing fairly well for a beginner. After our lesson we had free time. There were various sports and stuff we could do, none of which I would ever be able to play, so I quickly made my way back to my room and decided to practice.
I was so thrilled with my progress in one day. I was sure that I had made the right decision coming here. I had just played the song for the fifth time through when I heard clapping. Startled, I spun around and fell down.
Edward started laughing. "You fall a lot, don't you?"
I just blushed in response.
"So, can you play anything else? You seem to have that song down."
I shook my head no and he smirked at me. "Beginner then?"
I whispered out a yes.
He didn't say anything more. When I looked up he was undressing. I gasped in shock and curled into a ball, hiding my face and willing myself not to peek. The sight I had glimpsed was amazing and I had to hold my head in my hands to keep it from popping up and staring at the god- like boy. Was there any way he wasn't perfect?
"Rick?" I heard him say, "You alright there?"
"Mmm hmm," I mumbled out.
"Hey, Rick, would you feel more comfortable if I changed in the bathroom?"
I let out a breath. I wanted to say no, I wanted him to strip so I could ogle him, but I needed to keep up this ruse and that was not going to happen if he was changing in front of me. Also, it would be less suspicious since I planned on never changing in front of him.
"Yeah," I finally squeaked out.
I heard him laugh and then the bathroom door closed.
To my surprise he did not come back into our room.
I did, however, hear Emmett yell, "Hey, fucker, what the hell?"
I also heard Edward and Jasper laughing loudly.
It made me smile to hear them enjoying themselves, even though I wasn't part of it. I stretched out on my bed and pulled my Jane Austen book out from under my pillow. I figured the boys were going to take off and so I could sneak a few chapters in of quality reading. Emmett's voice was extremely loud, though, and it was hard to concentrate, especially since they were talking about me.
"How are things with your new boyfriend, Edward?"
"Fuck off," was Edward's response to Emmett's taunt.
"He try anything yet?"
"He's not gay, Emmett."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because he freaked out when I went to change in front of him."
"What, he didn't sit and stare longingly at you some more?"
"Fuck off. I think he's just shy and maybe a little overwhelmed."
It was sweet of Edward to defend me. I really needed to work harder at not staring at him. Especially since his friends were giving him flack for it.
My thoughts were cut off by a loud commotion and a slamming of doors. I quickly tucked my book into my pillowcase, as it sounded like it was coming my way. Just as I did, Edward came flying through the door laughing and a soaking wet Emmett was hot on his tale with a water balloon the size of a basketball.
He threw it at Edward, but of course Edward dodged it and it hit me, soaking me through.
"Shit, dude, sorry about that," Emmett apologized.
I crossed my arms over my chest instinctively and then looked up and realized all three of them were looking at me.
Edward was the first to talk. "What happened to your chest? You bust a rib?"
It was then that I realized they could see through my white shirt and could see my bandage holding my breasts down. I couldn't help the blush that rose under their scrutiny. I was soaked and started shivering.
"I need to change," I whispered and grabbed a shirt and disappeared into the bathroom.
My heart was pounding so hard. I did not like them looking at me. I heard soft talking but nothing I could make out and then I heard someone knock on the door.
"Hey, Rick?" It was Edward. "I have an extra ace bandage if you need it. I mean, if that one's wet."
He was right. I really should have thought about bringing some spares. I opened the door a crack and peeked out. He was holding it out; the look of concern on his face was sincere.
"Thank you," I barely squeaked out and shut the door.
I was surprised when I came out of the bathroom and Edward and Emmett were still there. I glanced over to my bed and noticed my blanket was missing. Emmett saw where I was looking and filled me in. "Jasper took your sleeping bag out and hung it up on the porch to dry. Sorry I got it wet, dude. I really wasn't aiming at you."
"I know," I said as I made my way to my bed. "It's alright." I curled up in the back corner of my bed in hopes that they would leave me alone. No such luck.
Jasper came trotting in with a big smile. "I found a good sunny spot; your sleeping bag should be dry in no time."
"Thanks," I murmured and waited for them to clear out.
Edward sat down on the edge of my bed, capturing me in his vivid green eyes. "Hey, Rick, what sport do you usually play?"
It took me a moment to register that he was talking to me and then I blushed, realizing that I wasn't listening to him, just staring at him again. I quickly looked down at my knees trying to gain my composure and think up a lie. Everyone here was into a sport of some type. Of course, if Edward was asking me, they might want me to play something.
"I'm not very good," I blurted out and he just smiled. "My dad tries to encourage me, but I usually just watch," I muttered quietly trying to be vague about playing any particular sport.
"That's fine, maybe we can give you some pointers?" he offered.
That was very nice of him but I really didn't want to play anything. It was actually dangerous for others to be near me playing anything.
"I'm really clumsy; I'm just going to read," I mumbled, my cheeks flaming.
"Are you sure you don't want to join us?" Jasper offered.
Why were all my cabin mates good looking? At least Jasper didn't fluster me like Edward did.
I smile at them to let them know I appreciated their invitation. "No, but thanks anyway."
Emmett slapped Edward's back and the sound made me jump and bump my head on the bunk bed. "He said no, so let's go, dudes." Emmett ignored Edward's glare for smacking him. "We'll be at the basketball courts if you change your mind."
I nodded in response; maybe I would go watch in a little while. They noisily filed out of the cabin and once I knew they were gone, I breathed a sigh of relief. I pulled my book out to read a few more chapters, thinking that this being a guy business was harder than I thought.
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