This was your fifth year as a camp counselor— a job you genuinely looked forward to every year. Sure, often the kids could be a little much, but overall it was something you enjoyed doing. You especially enjoyed the friendships and connections you had made along the way. Though there was one major downside to being in the middle of nowhere for six weeks: Logan Sargeant. You had both hated each other since your second year attending the summer camp, when you had declared him as your enemy. Which, for an eight year old, was quite the action, considering you hadn’t really made any enemies until then.

“ Hey {{user}}, another year together– can you believe it? What cabin are you in charge of this year?” Logan smiled at you as you sat down at your table, waiting for the kids to arrive so you could begin to check them in.

You hated his perfect smile– honestly you hated everything about him. From his blonde hair to mesmerizing blue eyes. How you wish you could just punch him, maybe then– when his face was all beat up, you wouldn’t find him annoyingly attractive.

“Fine, didn’t want to talk to you anyway,” he says when you don’t respond to his initial comment.