Free Never Cry Werewolf by Heather Davis

Crumb’s personal life. I’m sure the other kids were nice and all, but so far I was starting to feel like Ariel was the only one worth hanging out with.
    “I totally rocked archery,” Jenna continued. She slipped her paper napkin onto her lap, covering the bright pink shorts that matched her tank printed with butterflies. “I almost got two bull’s-eyes this morning,” she said, bubbling over. “Can you even believe it?”
    Ariel shot her an annoyed look. “Jenna, that’s so mean. You know she was gardening.”
    Ignoring Ariel, Jenna frowned down at the tuna casserole on her tray. “Disgusting. Well, anyway, archery was super fun. You would have liked it.”
    “Yeah.” I stirred the cheesy bits into the noodles, trying to disguise the grayish tuna flakes.
    Skeptically, I took a bite but found it tasted pretty good. Nothing like the ultra health food Priscilla had our housekeeper whip up all the time. Stuff like bulgur wheat pilaf and mushroom curry that I pretended to eat but mostly shoved in the garbage.
    Ariel, sporting another dark outfit of a gray T and black shorts, stuck a fork in her blue Jell-O and shoved her tray away from her.
    “Pretty gross, huh?” I said, giving her a nod. I really wanted to ask her more about Austin, but lunch surrounded by campers desperate for something to talk about was not the time.
    Almost as if she was reading my mind, Jenna said, “So, Shelby—give us the dirt.” Her loud voice attracted the stares of all the camper girls at our table. “You know, on Austin’s little problem.”
    I gaped at her. “What?”
    Ariel said, “Camp gossip.” She dabbed at her lips with her paper napkin and then balled it in her fist. “The kind people should ignore.”
    Jenna opened her mouth to say something just as a woman’s shout echoed through the packed dining room.
    “Mr. Winters!” Cynthia charged through the dining hall door, tugging Austin by the arm.
    “This is ridiculous,” Austin said, shrugging out of Cynthia’s grasp.
    Mr. Winters rushed up to handle the situation. Well, rushed isn’t exactly the word. Limped in a hurry is more like it. “What’s going on, Cynthia?”
    “I caught this boy hanging around the office.” She leaned in closer, but I could still hear her say,
    “Trying to pick the lock of your door.”
    Everyone at our table stopped eating.
    Cynthia made a huffing noise and put her hands on her hips. “Sir, he was breaking in to steal back his stash,” she said in a loud whisper.
    A buzz of reaction rose up from the kids. Mr. Winters’s stern gaze swept around, silencing us.
    “Cynthia,” he said, stepping closer to the counselor, “we’ll speak about this privately.”
    “I should hope so!” Austin protested. “An unfair accusation…”
    “Let’s take a walk,” said Mr. Winters.
    As he and Cynthia marched off with Austin, the buzz took over the room again. Sven hopped up and flapped his arms around, trying to quiet the campers but really looking like he was doing aerobics, so nobody paid attention.
    “Everyone knows his drugs are locked up in Winters’s office,” Jenna said with a wicked grin.
    “Along with all the other contraband they find.”
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    “I can’t believe he’s into drugs,” said Ariel quietly.
    “Charles totally saw him,” Jenna said.
    “What a gossip,” I muttered.
    Jenna shook her head. “Shelby, don’t you know? Charles’s dad just acquired Celebrities Exposed. Charles is digging for stories so he can bargain with his dad to get out of here. He totally bragged about it at breakfast.”
    Ariel shook her head sadly. “A Bridges scandal would be front-page news again. Austin’s dad’s a freaking rock legend.”
    Uh-oh. I felt creepy-crawlies run up and down my arms. Great. Just what Austin was afraid of, more tabloid gossip about his family.
    Jenna leaned over and whispered, “So, you were there, Shelby. What did