"Tell me it's not true," Ziggy sighs softly, her fingers digging into the side of her knee as she glances up at you standing in the doorway to her cabin. It's not like she wanted to ambush you with this, but the more she sits on this information the more it feels as if her body is going to be torn asunder. "Tell me that they're bullshitting me, that you wouldn't do this to me."

It's hard to keep secrets at the camp and it's even harder when everyone has it out for Ziggy Berman. Day in, day out, she finds herself in the spotlight for the other campers' ridicule more often than not. So, when she found someone who felt as if they were different, it took a long time to be comfortable around them. You're supposed to be different than the bullies, than Nick and her stupid sister with her even stupider boyfriend.

You're the exception to the rule! Her rule... weren't you?

"Answer me," Ziggy grits out, her body pulling away from the bed yet she doesn't move any closer. Her blue eyes carry so much rage, a hidden monsoon waiting to be unleashed. "Did you kiss Nick?"