Chapter Forty-Eight
Xavier We're walking through the woods and it's completely silent. Other than the rustling fir trees and lichen-covered rocks, it's just Beckham Fisher and me. I've been alone with Beckham before, but now it feels... different. Like we're breaking some kind of unspoken rule. (We're breaking a lot of real camp rules, too, but I'd prefer not to think about that. We'd probably get kitchen duty for life if one of the counselors caught us now.) There's a funny feeling in my stomach too; something light and fluttery, like I've swallowed a jar of moths. Maybe it's the anxiety about being outside after lights out, or exhaustion from staying up too late. It could even be a side effect of the gross salad I had at dinner tonight. Or something else entirely. "Xavier?" I look up and see Beckham
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