Chapter 16: Ombudsman

I don't know why Tamara, the runway model and summer camp beauty queen, was yelling at me for stealing her man. Firstly, that's not my style. And secondly, I am just about the most unpopular girl at this camp. It's giving me wayyy too much credit. I couldn't steal a hamster away from its running wheel. "You two are no longer a thing?" I asked her.

It's news to me.

Her hair was frizzy like she forgot to straighten it this morning. And her eyes were puffy like she'd been crying. She still looked gorgeous though. But damn Luke for making girls suffer. This is exactly the kind of thing I was used to hearing about him.

Heart breaker.

He changes girls like he changes moods.

Oh, and that brings me on to my third (and most important) reason why I don't like being accused of stealing anyone. It makes people sound like property.

"You are a whore-" Tamara pointed at me.