Jacques Lazier
Due to a most unfortunate conflict of time, Jacques hadn't been home to catch the bus to camp. When you were a senior, and a dominant threat on the football field, you spent your summers visiting all of the colleges that you might want to go to. Unfortunately, the school had determined that he had to fulfill his high school obligations before he could focus on the next chapter. The principal had made things simple, go to camp, or don't play football next season. No football meant no scholarships. No scholarship meant no getting out of this hell town. In exchange for agreeing to willingly coming to camp, the principal had agreed to let his parents drop him off at Madison Lake when he was done with his visit to (insert nearby division 1 college here).
He actually somehow managed to beat the bus full of the students to the camp, though only for about thirty minutes or so. He had originally felt the same amount of disdain for this idea as the other students, but he was slowly but surely starting to come around on the idea. He wasn't concerned with lost internet, or lost shopping, or the setting, but he was concerned with the loss of his entire summer to one of the schools dreamed up schemes to try and bring students together. What the school was really going to do was get students killed.
They were going to lock Jacques away with all of these kids, and they thought it was a good idea. They were taking cheerleaders, who were probably scared of their front yards, and sending them on a 12 week nature based camping trip, thinking it was a good idea. They were sending poor people like Micah into a cabin with him, secluded away from everyone else, thinking that was a good idea. They had picked a setting that couldn't have possibly been anymore out in the middle of nowhere, many miles away from anything that could conceivably be considered civilization, thinking that was a good idea. Clearly they weren't thinking things through, probably chasing a bigger budget from the state if they agreed to sell their students for this social experiment. It's okay, they'd not do it again.
He had perched himself against one of the office buildings about 20 yards away from the roads, and watched as each of the students started to step off of the bus. As each of the kids stepped off the bus, he formulated ideas and methods of... "entertainment" for each of them. The weaker, softer boys like Martin were just going to be pummeled on, easy enough. The group of girls that had probably never seen an insect before, Stevie, Ruby, Jade, Bonhii would be introduced to nature. He would probably be more of a playful bully with them as opposed to a sinister one. Simply put, they were pretty, and he couldn't have everyone against him. The alternative kids like Callum and Lucas he hadn't exactly determined how to come at yet, he only knew that he would be.
And then there was Micah, his roommate, who could have quite possibly been the luckiest person in this entire camp. Although Jacques would have loved to have been bunked up with another jock, he wasn't, and he had to make due with what was placed in front of him. Even bullies had their code, and as much as he would have loved to make Micah's live 12 solid weeks of hell, some people were simply exempt from torture, and brethren were among them. That included bunk mates. He would simply have to figure out how to play nice with Micah. Or at least that was his original intent. Meh, most New Year's resolutions didn't pan out in the long run, did they? Regardless of intent.
His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his shoulder perched against the side of the building as the last of the kids piled out. "Oh, this is going to be a blast."