“Want to have an adventure?” I stopped. What was he talking about? Grabbing my hand, he whispered, “Let’s go. Fast! Before they turn off the lights!”
“N
ot bad out there.” Akiva grinned at me. The shadows of the leaves played over his suntanned face as he fell into step beside me. I flinched. Akiva Weingarten — rich, popular brother of Chesky Weingarten, the head counselor of this place — was complimenting me?! I grinned back, passing my fingers through the front of my hair in my best nonchalant manner. It had been a good game — and yeah, I did pretty decent on the court. “Decent” — as in, scoring the winning shot.
“Yeah, well, no big deal,” I tried to shrug. Somehow it didn’t come off as easily as I’d hoped. “Thought I’d give it a shot, y’know?” Akiva looked at me blankly. I chuckled. “Get it? Shot? Like, as in, basketball?”
“Huh? Oh. Oh, yeah, I get it. Hah. Good one, Hoffman. Well, see ya later at lunch, I guess. Welcome to our bunk!”
Well, that was awkward… But hey, he seemed to like me. Watching him saunter off toward the bunkhouse, I felt myself glow. I might be a long way from Cleveland, but I suddenly felt strangely at home.
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