(Author's Note: I had alot of fun writing this, hope you like it! ;D)

Chapter 1

The Less Holt, the Better

Amy Cahill tried to focus on tying a sailor's knot on her practice rope. Amy was usually able to concentrate on her overnight camp's hands-on activities, but sometimes that is hard when you've got a very attractive boy working next to you, trying to catch your eye. Using her peripheral line of vision, Amy could see he was wearing a confused expression as he tried to rearrange his rope into some knot. Every so often, he would give her an exasperated look, a silent plead for assistance. Amy ignored him. Finally, he seemed to realize that Amy was paying more attention to her intricate knot, than him.

"Amy," he began, "could you help me with this knot here?" he gestured to his bundle of ropes.

"I think you are very good at tying knots," he added as an afterthought.

"A-and do y-y-you know what I th-think, Ian? I th-think y-y-you sh-should listen to th-the instructor m-m-more often," Amy snapped, unable to contain her stuttering. Ian frowned, but quickly regained his usual brimming self confidence.

"Feisty today, are we?" he smirked. Amy smiled a bit, but didn't meet Ian's eyes. Ian's grin spread wide, he liked to make Amy smile. Amy's smile matured into a smirk of her own as a strong hand clamped unto Ian's shoulder.

"Cobra bothering you, Amy?" a gruff voice snarled. Amy gave the newcomer a look that clearly said, "You have no idea." The large hand tightened on Ian's shoulder as it shoved Ian into the dirt.

"He hardly deserved that," Amy pointed out. Her friend shrugged. Ian jumped off the ground and brushed himself off.

"It's Kabra, actually," Ian muttered. "But I guess it's hard to get things right when you're a Dolt," Ian grinned mischievously, showing off a perfect set of white teeth. Amy's friend was just lifting Ian off the ground by his shirt's collar when an instructor came along.

"Hamilton Holt put Mr. Kabra down immediately!" Mrs. Chopra shrieked. Hamilton let his grip on Ian slack and Ian fell, once again, to the forest floor. This time Ian didn't get up right away. He put on a pained expression and groaned exaggeratedly. Mrs. Chopra grabbed Hamilton by the ear and led him away from Ian and Amy.

"It's off to the warden with you, sonny," Mrs. Chopra snarled. Hamilton winced. Even for a woman in her mid sixties, Mrs. Chopra had an ironclad grip.

"Amy, dear, call the nurse for Mr. Kabra," Mrs. Chopra called over her shoulder as she led Hamilton around a bend. Amy did no such thing. As soon as her best friend and Mrs. Chopra were out of sight, she burst into tears. Ian's head snapped up. He quickly stopped faking a fatal hit to the ground and pulled himself together. Ian crawled over to Amy on all fours and put an arm around her.

"What's wrong, Amy?" Ian asked her. Amy shrugged his arm off her shoulder and continued to bawl. A few other guys from the knot-tying group chuckled. Amy never situated herself with boys besides Hamilton, but they were just friends. Most boys liked Amy at camp, despite her average looks. Amy Cahill had shoulder length reddish brown hair and intelligent jade green eyes. Ian gave the chuckling boys a glare that made them shut up. Finally, Amy was able to form words, through her tears and stuttering.

"Ham's dad says if Ham gets into any more trouble, he'll withdraw him from camp," Amy managed. Ian was confused. Wasn't Hamilton leaving a good thing?

"It's alright Amy, you can sit with me at lunch today," he ventured.

"No, it is not alright, Ian!" Amy croaked. "Hamilton lives here, I live in Boston, and we'll be so far apart. And no I will not sit with you at lunch!" Amy stormed away from Ian. Ian looked longingly after her. Ian liked Amy more than he'd like to admit, not that he'd admit it. A gaggle of girls soon enveloped him. Lisa Phipps, a girl who seemed to be the leader of the group, stepped forward.

"We'd like to sit with you at lunch, Ian," she purred. Ian frowned.

"No thanks," he grumbled and raced after Amy. He followed her through the trees, quickly jumping behind different trees as he advanced. He was about to call out Amy's name as he entered a clearing but then he saw her, and she wasn't alone. There she stood, crying on Hamilton's shoulder. Hamilton gently stroked her reddish brown hair. Hamilton noticed Ian standing there in the shadows looking dumbfounded and winked. Ian stomped off.

Stupid Dolt. He thought furiously. Stupid shark hair. Ian glanced back at Hamilton and Amy. Hamilton's hair was all gelled up into a spiky line down his forehead, making him look like a shark.

Stupid Amy. Ian fumed but quickly took that thought back. It bothered him so much that Amy spent all her time with Hamilton and only was with Ian if she had to be. Ian had even asked her if she'd sit with him at lunch. And she declined! All the other girls at camp would die to be in Amy's position and Amy didn't think twice about it. Even at age eleven, Ian Kabra was furiously jealous and contorted with rage. Ian tensed when he heard footsteps behind him. He whirled around, startling a bleary-eyed Amy. Her jade green eyes were huge with fright.

"Amy? What are you doing here?" Ian hissed. Amy was hurt by his words.

"If y-you w-want me to g-g-go, I w-will," she whispered.

"No, don't. I'm … sorry, about your friend, Amy," Ian amended.

"It's alright." Amy's voice continued to stay barely audible.

"Is it?" Ian inquired.

"No," she admitted. "Ham w-will b-be leaving t-t-tomorrow," Amy informed him.

"Oh," was all that Ian said. Amy took a big breath.

"I'll b-be leaving, t-t-too," she whispered. Ian's eyes widened.

"No!" he urged. Amy was silent.

"Why?" Ian and Amy asked simultaneously. Ian frowned.

"Why are you leaving?" he asked.

"Why do you care so much?" she challenged.

"Just … curious," he replied.

"It d-doesn't m-m-matter," Amy sighed. She trudged back to her cabin.

"Wait," Ian ran and caught up to her easily. Amy's eyebrows pulled together.

"Don't forget me," Ian pleaded. Amy didn't get a chance to process Ian's words. Ian reached into his pocket and pulled out a small drawstring bag. From it, he pulled out a small dart gun. Amy's eyes widened.

"Y-you w-w-wouldn't," she croaked. Ian pulled the trigger, the weapon pointed at Amy's forehead.

Amy's eyes slid out of focus for a second, and then she quickly reopened them with a bewildered expression on her face.

"Hello," she said, "My name is Amy Cahill, who are you?" Amy asked.

"Dominic Evans," Ian blurted randomly.

"Well Dominic," Amy said, glancing at her watch, "I must be going, my brother Daniel is waiting for me."

Amy walked off to her cabin. Amy saw Hamilton run up to Amy from afar. She looked strangely at him and walked away looking clearly shaken. Ian grinned. The less Holt in Amy's life the better.

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