Camp Confidential 09 - Best (Boy)friend Ever Read Online Free

noxious enough to kill off a raccoon. Not that Priya cared. Her own sneakers didn’t smell so great, but she did spray them down with Lysol once in a while.
    “I know that you’ve probably all done scavenger hunts at camp,” Roseanne said, “but today we’re going to do one that’s a little different.” She walked around the room, handing a list to each team. “Everything you’ll be looking for can be found in nature.”
    “We are going to rock this,” Jordan told Priya.
    “Totally,” she agreed. He was acting normal, so she was starting to feel pretty normal, too. And relieved. Big-time relieved.
    “The team that gets back here with all the items first wins a prize,” Roseanne added.
    “If it’s a box of chocolate-covered grasshoppers, I’ll be moving very, very slowly,” Grace called out with a grin.
    “Would I do that to you?” Roseanne teased. She shook her head. “No grasshoppers. Or ants. Or other insects. I promise. Oh, and I forgot to say, it’s okay to bring things back to show for the scavenger hunt, obviously. There are specimen buckets against the wall. But treat the great outdoors gently, all right? You know the motto—”
    “Be nice to nature,” the group said along with Roseanne.
    “Right. Now, on your marks, get set—go!” Roseanne cried.
    Priya and Jordan bolted for the specimen buckets. They each grabbed one and were the first team out the door. “Let’s do the search on the trail that loops around the lake,” Priya suggested.
    “You got it, chief,” Jordan answered as they ran.
    Chief. She could deal with that. Chief, captain, supreme ruler of the universe—all good. So were buddy, pal, compadre, amigo, mate, and whatever that other one Grace had come up with was. Just not girlfriend.
    Jordan skidded to a halt when they hit the lakeside trail. “We gotta slow down or we’ll miss stuff.”
    “Yep,” Priya agreed. “So read me the list.”
    “Smooth rock, smooth-edged leaf, something that feels nice, Y-shaped stick, someone’s food, a pebble smaller than a pea, something prickly, something with four legs, something that you could use as a natural spoon,” Jordan rattled off.
    “I have half a piece of toast in my pocket, but I guess that’s not the kind of ‘someone’s food’ Roseanne was thinking of,” Priya told him. Toast was the Lakeview chef’s specialty. Priya always tried to grab at least an extra piece to get her through the grossness of the rest of the food.
    “Jordan want toast. Give toast Jordan,” he said, doing his Frankenstein imitation.
    Priya pulled the toast out of her pocket and jammed the whole thing in her mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry. Was this what you wanted?” she asked sweetly, giving him a good look at the mushy bread.
    “You are damaged,” Jordan told her. “And where were you last night? I had a completely repulsive mixture all planned out for your first defeat. Did you get tired of losing or what?”
    “The girls in my bunk, uh, wanted to do this thing together,” Priya said. It was the first time she’d lied to Jordan. It made her feel like she’d just eaten a gallon of whatever disgusting mixture he’d had planned for her. What was the point of having a best friend if you lied to him?
    “I thought I saw Sarah and David,” Jordan commented.
    “Yeah, I had to be there early to . . . help with set up for the . . . thing,” Priya answered quickly, hoping she didn’t sound as phony to Jordan as she did to herself.
    “You weren’t at the singdown, either,” Jordan said. “I would have heard your beautiful voice from anywhere.” Jordan always teased her about her voice. It was anti-beautiful.
    “After the thing, I got a stomachache, so I got permission to go to bed early.” Geez, now a lie on top of a lie. She wanted to confess everything. Everything except for the reason for the lies. She didn’t want to go there with Jordan. She wanted to erase that moment from history. Just snip out that one moment when Jordan