The screen froze just as Marcus’s voice rang out behind me. “Brent is where, and Betty is what?”
My stomach flipped, and I slammed the phone face-down on the small table like it was a grenade about to go off. My heart raced as I turned, willing myself to look nonchalant.
“Stacey?” Marcus asked, leaning casually against the doorframe, his sharp gaze flicking to my duffel bag. “Was that Betty you were talking to?”
“No!” The word shot out too quickly, my voice higher than I wanted. His eyebrows rose, clearly not buying it.
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. “Just scrolling through saved videos, okay? Don’t freak out.”
His smirk widened. “Scrolling, huh? And here I thought they confiscated all the phones.”
“Are you forgetting who you’re talking to?” I shot back, forcing myself to sound calm. “Backup plans and loopholes are kind of my thing. You should know that by now.”
“Right.” His tone was teasing, but there was something else there too—something sharper, like he was piecing things together.
Before he could press further, I waved a hand toward the door. “Don’t you have something better to do than play camp detective?”
“Actually, yes,” he said, standing up straight. “The camp master sent me to find you. He wants to know if you’re joining the next activity or if you’re planning to hide out in here all day.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I wasn’t hiding. I was resting. After yesterday’s...incident, I think I earned it.”
Marcus chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Fair enough. But you might want to ditch the skirt. The next activity involves rowing a boat across the lake.”
I groaned, glancing down at my perfectly coordinated skirt and top. Of course, they’d choose the one activity that made my outfit look ridiculous.
“And before you ask,” he added, a mischievous glint in his eye, “yes, I already saved you a boat. You’re welcome.”
“Great,” I muttered, grabbing my leggings from the duffel. “Now get out so I can change.”
He raised his hands in mock surrender, a grin tugging at his lips. “See you at the lake, princess.”
As the door closed behind him, I let out a long breath. Betty had some serious explaining to do later. But for now, I had bigger problems—like surviving this ridiculous camp activity without ruining my reputation.