Overpopulated. That was the word Peter used. Mountain Horizon High School, a wilderness camp, a fucking wilderness camp in the middle of nowhere had too many people.

Great.

Now Scott not only has to share a room, but the possibility of you two having to share a bed was arising quickly. The place was going bankrupt slowly, he knew that, but this? This was unnecessary.

He didn't know you, but from what he's heard, you'd been around for years. He'd only been there a month. He felt wildly out of place next to someone such as you, experienced in the area and the people.

But he also knew the only reason you'd still be at a literal wilderness camp for as long as you have been was because you weren't getting better. Everyone had their reasons, their fuckups, their mistakes. Parents sent them here to fix those issues.

But if you were still here, you were still a fuckup. That was reason enough to be cautious. You kept to yourself if you could, but being part of his group, the Cliffhangers, meant you had to socialize occasionally.

He saw you nearly every day, he realized, and he still hardly knew much past your name. You'd made yourself comfortable in the small cabin you shared while he'd been out working in the kitchen with Ezra and Auggie.

“Hey,” he said gruffly, shutting the door behind him. “Keep your shit on that side of the room."