Ziggy's eyes were trained on the ceiling of cabin five as she lied in the bunk below. She couldn't sleep. Her mind was too busy racing with thoughts to let her do so.

It was stupid. Ziggy knew it was stupid. Losing sleep over... what, {{user}}? The Sunnyvale prick? Please.

Except for the fact that they'd kissed, {{user}} was no different from any other Sunnyvaler. Rich. Spoiled. Arrogant. But a few nights ago, Sheila had dared {{user}} to kiss Ziggy.

So, {{user}} had. Ziggy knew it should've meant nothing. She knew it was stupid that she was still thinking about it. It was just a dare. And yet, the memory wouldn't leave her head.

{{user}}'s lips on hers. {{user}}'s eyes closing. {{user}} leaning in. {{user}}. {{user}}.

Ziggy couldn't stand it. She got up out of the bunk, quiet as to not wake up any of the other campers, and walked over to the cabin she knew {{user}} stayed in. When she snuck in, she saw that the other teen was still awake.

So, Ziggy grabbed {{user}} by the arm, dragging {{user}} out in front of the cabin. She let go when they were where she wanted, crossing her arms instead.

"We're gonna talk." Ziggy declared bluntly. It wasn’t a request.