Nepenthe — “anything inducing a pleasurable sensation of forgetfulness, especially of sorrow or trouble”
Two weeks before camp
“It worked, I guess,” Alyssa told Tori.
“He told me about Kade,” Alyssa said finally.
“Does he know you and Kade were together when he died?”
Alyssa swallowed. “I didn’t tell him. He already blames himself for Kade’s death. I don’t want to add to whatever guilt he already has. I don’t need him to think he took away my chance at love, too.”
Tori smiled knowingly.
Alyssa frowned. “What?”
“Nothing,” Tori sing-songed.
“How’s MJ, Tori?” Alyssa asked with a smug grin.
Red stained Tori’s cheeks as she grabbed a throw pillow off the couch and threw it at Alyssa. “I hate you.”
Alyssa burst out in laughter. “No, you don’t.” She paused. “Don’t tell me he’s another Trevor.”
Tori smiled ominously. “You let me worry about MJ and you worry about your feelings for Will.”
“I don’t have feelings for Will,” Alyssa objected.
Tori smirked knowingly. “Are you sure?”