“MOTHERFUCKER!”

Kyla is screaming when Dawn comes back around the boulder, dreading having to wash her hands in the freezing-cold water of the tarn nearby. Kyla’s voice makes Dawn forget about washing her hands.

Kyla is pissed.

“If you ever touch my ass again, dude, I swear, I will cut you,” she’s saying.

She’s saying it to Christian, who is backing away from her with his hands up and his eyes wide, shaking his head and kind of laughing—like Calm down, crazy; just relax—and then he looks around and sees how everyone’s watching him, watching what’s happening, and he kind of goes a little bit red. “It was an accident, Kyla,” he says. “Just chill.”

But Kyla isn’t having it.

“Yeah, an accident, bullshit,” she tells him. “Just how many accidents are you going to have, asshole? You think I’m that stupid to fall for your shit?”

Christian glances around again, and nobody’s turning away. His face goes hard. His voice gets an edge to it. “Now, calm down,” he says. “I apologized, and that’s that. You keep making a big deal out of this, I’m going to have to—”

“Have to what?” Kyla asks. “Bust me back down to Black Bear so you can touch my ass for two more months?”

Christian starts to answer, but Kyla waves him off, turning back to her tent. “We all know what you’re up to,” she says. “Creep.”

Christian claps his hands. “That’s it, you’re busted. Black Bear, Kyla. Congratulations.”

Over her shoulder, Kyla shoots him the finger.

“Brown Bear, then.”

She’s singing now. “Fuuuuuuuck youuuuuuu.”

“Bear Cub,” Christian says. “I hope you like it out here.”

For a beat, Kyla doesn’t respond. Then she bends down by her tent, and Dawn thinks maybe she’s just letting it slide, ignoring Christian, finally, like maybe if she just shuts her mouth he’ll go away. But that’s not what’s happening here.

Kyla stands back straight, turning around as she does, and she’s holding a huge, jagged rock, and her face is lined with tears.

“I fucking hate you!” she shrieks.

And she lunges at Christian with the rock. Pointy end first.