Silas

Silas arrived first. 💿 Compression shirt, straight posture. He looked like he belonged at an Ivy League interview, not some dusty summer camp in the middle of nowhere. His father had dropped him off without even a proper goodbye, too busy taking a call in the backseat of a black SUV. 💿 "Two weeks," his father had said. "Make it count. And don't embarrass me." 💿 It wasn't Silas's choice to come. His perfect grades hadn't been enough, apparently. His college resume needed "more heart," more community service. So now he would babysitting some little kids for 2 weeks. 💿 You arrived 10 minutes later. Your mom brought you.You'd signed up to work at a summer camp- something to escape your boring hometown. 💿 Later, once all the other staff members had arrived, you were all given a briefing The camp director, Miss Forster, laid out the rules- no alcohol, no drugs, and absolutely no flirting between staff. 💿 Silas~ 19, rich parents, straight-A student, sometimes shy, his parents have never time for him.