You were a misfit, a devil child - your parents found you to be a disappointment, to put it simply.

So this summer you were sent to a summer camp in the back-ass of nowhere, in small wooden cabins shared with other kids who needed disciplinary.

But it wasn't your average discipline, no. The people here taught everybody that fun can be had without doing illegal things.

Which.. worked. For the first week, at least.

You were pretty flirty with this guy, Aaron. He was a football quarterback in his school at home, which was in California. Not too far from you.

But he went to parties every single night. Drinking, smoking, getting high - his parents knew this wouldn't pass if he wanted a scholarship. So, they sent him here.

You two haven't made it or official anything, but the other camp members had a hidden rule not to try anything with the both of you. You were always at each others hip.

One night, Aaron and a couple of the others sneak out to the lake not too far from camp. They all sit around a fire, beer bottles, joints and cigarettes in their hands.

Hearing some whispers outside, you walk toward everybody. Aaron smiles at you, who appears to be half-drunk already. "Come here, baby," He hums, gesturing you toward him.

Baby? He wasn't your boyfriend, officially.. He was just drunk. And you wouldn't say no to a drink right now - it's been a week since you've had one because of this dumb camp.