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It was possibly the most annoying sound Amélie had ever heard. The screech of Lena's whistle went off nearly every five minutes, and she was never prepared for it. But this time she would be. She glared at the silver inanimate object with contempt.
You will not catch me off guard again.
But she found it difficult to concentrate. The smell of fresh cut grass was mixed with the odor of sweaty children. The yelling of the children was ever only drowned out by Lena's words of encouragement. Disgusting.
Amélie suddenly became aware of the quickly closing gap between herself and Lena. The British girl had begun sidestepping ever so subtly. If she hadn't been so focused on the whistle in the girl's hands, she might not have noticed. She rolled her eyes but did not make an effort to move away. Instead she gave Lena a look up and down. Amélie scoffed at the white crocs she wore. Her orange leggings were much too bright. The only piece of clothing that suit her well was the leather and wool jacket. The Union Jack that was stitched on the arm gave it a WWII fighter-pilot feel. Amélie wondered where the girl had gotten it from. Was it her great-great-great-grandfather's? Did she buy it online? Was it even real? It looked authentic enough. Maybe she could just ask-
Amélie's thoughts were cut short as Lena blew her whistle.
The French girl groaned as she put one hand to her right ear. When she opened her eyes, Lena was looking at her, smirk spread wide across her face.
"Looking is free, but touching is gonna cost ya," Lena winked.
Amélie's face turned red out of what Lena hoped to be embarrassment but had to assume was fury.
"I wasn't-" Amélie began, clenching her fists at her sides.
"It's alright love," Lena teased, punching her on the shoulder playfully. "I don't mind it."
The taller girl's face somehow managed to become an even deep shade crimson. She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath.
I cannot kill this girl. If I do, I will lose this job. Also I will probably go to jail. I cannot kill this girl.
Amélie was saved from having to open her eyes to Lena's grin as two junior counselors approached.
"Oi, how's it going Lúcio?" Lena called while waving.
"Pretty good, you?" the Brazilian DJ responded casually.
"I'm well enough." Lena motioned with her eyes to the girl next to her. "She's a bit angry though." Before Amélie could defend herself, Lena continued. "And how about you, Hana?"
"Great, thanks for asking," the Korean girl said. "I do miss my PC though."
Lena and Lúcio chuckled.
"This is Amélie, by the way," Lena told them.
The French girl did a half wave and rolled her eyes.
"You weren't lying when you said she was... what did you say exactly, Lena? Hot as hell on the outside but cold like ice on the inside?" Lúcio grinned.
If Amélie wasn't so busy blushing herself, she would've been making fun of Lena for doing the same.
"Our work here is done," Lúcio said with a sarcastic smile and a half-curtsy. Hana followed in suit and the pair began making their way back across the soccer field.
Amélie glanced at Lena who had her face in her hands and refused to make eye contact with her.
Maybe not everyone at this camp was so bad.