Camp Where The Hell Are We? | ✓

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"We are having a girls day," Tristan announced as she returned from the servery with her breakfast at 10 am, plopping down her tray but staying standing.

The table conversations stopped. Marley, pausing mid-chew from under Aiden's arm.

"And what does this girl's day entail?" Bree spoke up first, intrigued as much as the other girls.

Tristan grinned excitedly, "Well I found a little spa at the mall. They have space for us this afternoon for cucumber facials. I say before we go to the carnival, like we planned, we go shopping and hit the spa."

Sarah lifted her head from the table, she was feeling the effects of her 'sorrow drowning' this morning, "I'm in." she piped up quickly.

Luckily, Leo was sitting with a group of guys across the mess hall including Alec and Brendan, but his booming laugher once in a while, Marley could tell was affecting her a lot. Remembering everything that happened between Sarah and Leo brought back the situation with Elena, too.

"Anyone check on Elena yet?" She asked the girls before she scooped another spoonful of fruit loops into her mouth.

She'll never say this out loud, but the reason she eats it every day is that she never had the luxury of picking out her cereal back home. Her Dad was strict with the grocery shopping and only spent his money on what he liked. Cheerios.

"I knocked on her door an hour ago and spoke to her roommate in the common room. She's still passed out." Tristan replied as she took her seat.

"We should talk to her before we go." Bree said seriously, as she broke off a piece of her pop tart, "I don't think this was strictly her own doing or something innocent." she turned to her boyfriend, referring to his theory last night about how she might've ended up getting lost when she was drunk.

Everybody else nodded in agreement, but the table had gone quiet as if in sad silence. Marley chewed on her lower lip, looking down at her cereal as her mind flashed with the memory of how terrified Elena was.

"Look, I know this is a serious situation," Aiden adjusted his hat on her head before he was leaning in, speaking in a hushed voice so only she could ear, "but biting that lip is begging for me to take you back to my empty room, and do something about how it makes me feel."

Marley's breathing hitched and she balled her hands into fists under the table, her cheeks flaming as he pulled away again. Making out with her seems to be all he wants to do anymore if his eagerness at 6:30 am is any indication. After giving into him for...well, a while in the empty hallway, he finally let her go back to sleep with much reluctance and pulling her back in for more at least four times.

Her lips were still tingling at the memory while she shot him a quick, fierce glare with narrowed hazel eyes. He winked at her as he took a bite of his oatmeal with his spoon upside down, and it only made her blush harder.

"Yeah, so when did all this happen?"

Marley jumped at Bree's question from across the table. Her fork pointed at them as she waggled it back and forth between Marley and Aiden.

"This morning," Tristan responded.

Marley's mouth fell open. Aiden chuckled from beside her, not embarrassed at all while she wanted to bury herself alive. Speechless with a mouth opening and closing like a fish, Tristan elaborated.

"Heard a thump against the wall outside our door and noticed she was gone. Got out of bed to check it out and then I heard a very...interesting pronunciation of his name-"