Chapter 1
"It's HAAAWT!" came a young voice from the back seat of the car. "Are we there yet? I wanna go in the lake already."
Jason Quinn poked his sister, Arielle from the passenger seat. "It'll only be a little bit," he promised her.
Mrs. Fiona Quinn, their mother, smiled at him. "Such a good brother."
Usually, this comment would make him smile, too, but now he chuckled ruefully. It would be the last time he heard that, because he was going to Brookhaven, a sleep away camp for rich kids in Savannah, Georgia. And if there was one thing he was going to do there, it was going to be change. Jason wanted to completely abandon his good-boy image. It had ended with his last relationship, the last preppy good-little-rich-girl he would ever date. From now on, it was bad girls, hipsters, all fun and parties.
The grueling long trip was well worth the transformation. Jason was ready to break away from the farm-boy past he'd lived with all his life.
Mrs. Quinn pulled into the manicured land ten minutes later. Pretty Southern belles were everywhere, girls in crop tops, daisy dukes, and tight-and-short everything. There was a little bit of everything there racially, but they all had one thing in common: their daddies were rich. And mostly, they were gorgeous.
Jason smirked to himself. The girls around him giggled idiotically, the exact kind of girls he knew he could get easily.
An icy blonde caught his eye, bright blue eyes and light hair sparkling in the sun. She was it. This summer, this would be the one Jason would chase. And it would only really take a week, if he was careful.
Jason and Arielle both got out of the car, and he sauntered over to the girl, surrounded by others.
"Hey," he greeted her, nodding to look cool.
The girl smiled politely and replied with an uncomfortable, "Hi."
"I'm Jason Quinn," he introduced himself. "I've never been here before, think you could show me around?"
The girl looked unfazed, she shrugged. "Ava, will you come with us?" she asked one of the other girls with her, a pretty caramel-skinned girl with a heavy Southern accent.
Ava raised her eyebrows at Jason."I dunno. I actually have to go to my cabin, can't you just go?" She looked Jason up and down, and suddenly he felt incompetent in his sloppy hoodie and jeans compared to her immaculate jeans and Jimmy Choo flip-flops.
The blonde sighed and looked a little bit resigned. "Fine. I'm Spencer Sterling," she said, sticking out her hand with long, pale pink nails.
Jason tried hard to make her lose herself in his green eyes, but the harder he stared, the more she looked at him like a weirdo.
"Stop," she commanded, laughing. "C'mon."
Spencer began walking ahead of him, and Jason watched her retreating figure. He smirked at her stubbornness. He mumbled to himself, "I like a challenge."
