This Is NOT A Date

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I stared in disbelief at the cook who was now standing in my doorway. “Were you in my cabin?” I finally asked looking around for any other possible reasons as to why he was there.

Landon stiffened behind me as Owen stepped away from the door. “You should go boy I have to talk to Mia,” he sneered, not trying to hide his hatred towards him.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forwards and put a hand on Owen’s chest. Landon grabbed my other hand and tried to pull me back by him but I stayed in my place. “Calm down Owen, I think you should leave. What were you doing in my cabin?”

The atmosphere around us seemed to ripple with tension as my question hung in the air unanswered. Both Owen and Landon were glaring at each other with eyes gleaming with hatred. Whoa, what the heck was going on? I knew Owen didn’t really like Landon that much, it was obvious enough but he was a camp counselor. He should be acting more mature about things. And Landon always seemed to think Owen was a pig but he never acted like this around him.

They both took a step towards each other but before anything could happen I stepped in-between them. Putting a hand on both of their chests I turned to Landon. “You go,” I ordered trying not to sound mean. “Thanks for the gifts, it was really sweet.”

A look of hurt spread across Landon’s face and I could feel Owen’s chest under my hand rumbled as he let off a small chuckle. “But—“

“No I need to talk to Owen Landon, this is between me and him.”

Landon’s expression turned into anger as he stepped away from me and lumbered down the steps. Without looked back, he headed off in the direction of his cabin. I didn’t want him to be mad but I knew Owen would never leave.

Sighing, I turned back to face the cook while trying to hold in all my anger. He was smiling when I turned to face him but the smile soon went away one he saw my expression.

“What the hell were you doing in my cabin? Explain now,” I practically shouted.

Owen crossed his arms over his chest. “Look it doesn’t matter I—“

“It doesn’t matter that you were snooping around in my stuff when I wasn’t even there? You have five seconds to explain until I march right up to Julie’s cabin and tell her what happened,” I stated as calmly as possible.

His face turned red in embarrassment. I bet he wasn’t used to being ordered around. “I came by to talk to you, and when I knocked no one answered so I thought you might be ignoring me. I came in because the door was unlocked and you weren’t there. I was about to leave when that stupid kid came up and sat on your steps. As much as I wanted him to see me leaving your cabin it would have been weird if you weren’t there so I was waiting for him to leave for the longest time until you came back and then—“

“You eavesdropped?”

He nodded his head. “I wasn’t going to let that little prick kiss you Mia.”

Clenching my fists in anger, I glared at him. “That was none of your business and you should have made yourself present right away. You are more immature than any other twenty three year old I know. When are you going to grow up Owen?”

My words hung heavily in the air and the silence to come after wasn’t much better. Why couldn’t he just understand that I didn’t want anything to do with him romantically? We could actually have the chance of being friends if he just moved on and left the past in the past.

“Why would you want him when you could have me?” he finally asked, with the same cockiness he always had.

I laughed. “Like it or not Owen he’s a much better guy than you.” Smugly I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled.

I was done being the mature one. Owen needed to know how it felt.

“You think that kid is a better guy than me? Mia, stop acting so childish!”

Rolling my eyes, I stepped around him and towards my cabin door. It was handing open and I felt a shiver pass down my back. What had Owen been doing in there? Snooping through my personal stuff?

“I’m the child here but you’re the one acting childish,” I finally said turning back to face him.

“You’re not a child Mia. I know that and so do you. So why do you want to be with a child? I just don’t get it,” he replied, his sexy face scrunching up in irritation.

Wow this would be easier if he wasn’t so hot in the first place. Did everyone at this camp have to be attractive? “Look Landon is not a kid, no one here is. And you know why I don’t want to be with you Owen. Just go to bed, I’m tired and we both have to get up early tomorrow.”

As much as I knew we needed to have this talk—and it’s not like we hadn’t had it before—I was tired from being in the car all day and needed some sleep. Owen sighed and put a hand to the back of his neck.

“Mia if I leave will you promise to have lunch with me tomorrow. The boys are going on a little field trip outside of camp so we won’t have to cook lunch?” he asked.

Not really thinking about my answer, I nodded my head. “Yes, good night Owen.”

I swear it looked like he was going to hug me or something, but I stepped inside the cabin before I could find out and shut the door behind me.

Feeling even more and more exhausted than earlier, I stripped down to my bra and underwear before collapsing into bed. It felt like everything in my life had made a u turn in the wrong direction. I had never had this much drama since Cole and I promised myself this summer would be mellow and easy.

Well that was one promise broken.

And I also promised myself not to get involved with the opposite sex. I guess it’s sort of hard when you work at an all-boys summer camp. And I didn’t even volunteer for it, it was all my mother’s idea. If only she knew how I felt now. My new best friend was mad at me, my ex-lover (God that sounded weird to say) was still strung up on me and I couldn’t tell if my current crush hated me or wanted to kiss me half the time.

Landon was a piece of work.

A very sexy, God like piece of work.

Shaking my head, I leaned back onto my pillow and shut my eyes. Somehow even though I was unbelievably tired I knew sleep would be impossible tonight.

**

When I woke up in the morning and came back to my cabin after my jog there was a note from Owen left on the front step. It told me to wear something nice for our little lunch “talk” that I now understood Owen thought was a date. I should have never told him yes, but I just wanted to get rid of him at the moment.

It was eleven o clock and all the boys in camp were starting to leave. Puling on a green sundress, I brushed through my hair. I headed out the door and towards the kitchen where Owen had told me to meet him. I watched as boy poured from their cabins and headed up to the rec room. Two yellow busses were waiting in the parking lot, engines idling.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Gavin. He was walking with a few other boys and goofing around. Once he spotted me, the bright smile on his face disappeared and he frowned. Oh God, was he still really mad? I should be the one mad not him.

Sighing, I watched as he turned away and started talking with the other boys again.

Then I saw Landon.

As always, he practically took my breath away. He was walking all by himself, kicking rocks at his feet. Usually he walked around camp like he owned the place, but seeing him with his hands in his pocket and head down made him look so innocent.

My cheeks blushed when I realized I was starring and I quickly looked away. I still hadn’t looked in the diary pages no matter how tempting it was. I mean, I really did want to know what he truly thought about me but I knew it would be too intruding. He had given them to me so I could read it all but I couldn’t get myself to do it. Everything in there was too private.

I wouldn’t want anyone to read my diary, well if I had one. I still couldn’t understand how he got himself to give them up to me. If I were him I would probably burry them or burn them.

Laughing at the thought, I reached the kitchen and entered through the back door like I usually did. Not being able to help myself, I snuck one last look at Landon over my shoulder.

He was still walking towards the rec room but this time instead of his eyes being on the ground they were on me. I felt my cheeks warm up under his intense gaze but for some reason I couldn’t look away. The corners of his mouth twitched into a small smile, and then a little frown as if he couldn’t make up his mind.

I guess he did have a reason for being mad at me. I did tell him to leave after he gave me a cute birthday present, but it was only to talk to Owen. God why did Owen have to go and ruin everything good? Sighing, I sent him my best smile before forcing myself to look away. It was harder than I thought it would be. Oh God Mia, what’s happening to you?

Opening the door to the kitchen, I stepped inside and breathed in the most intoxicating smell I had ever smelt in my life. My knees practically gave out as I closed my eyes and let the aroma fill my nostrils.

Licking my lips, I opened my eyes and almost gasped. There was a small table set up in the middle of the kitchen. A beautiful summer table cloth was draped over it and the most delicious looking pasta sat on two plates both at the end of the table. Two wine glasses were filled to the top with expensive looking wine and there were candles all over the room.

Oh God.

Just like I suspected.

Owen though this was a date.

“You like it?”

His voice drifted over the romantic music that I noticed was playing in the background and I rolled my eyes. Deciding not to answer him, I immediately walked around the room and blew out all the candles. In the dimly lit room, I found the light switch and turned on the lights.

Owen was standing against he counted with his arms crossed over his chest wearing a black t shirt and dark blue jeans. “Did you think this was a date?” I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. “If you want it to be.”

Oh no Owen, this is most definitely not a date.

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