Camp Closeted

Chapter 8: Heel’s and Hello’s

Logan finally began to speak. "If it makes you feel better, you're not the only who's gone through

bullshit." He slowly licked over his lips as I looked at him. "I got kicked out by my parents when I came

out. It was my fault, I should've not done it knowing they're super religious." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"I'm sorry." I breathed out, returning Logan's deep gaze. "Also it's not your fault that your parents

couldn't accept you. That's on them, not you."

Logan threw me a small smile as I watched his eyes scan over my face, his hand still gently placed on

mine.

Benny loudly coughed, grabbing both of our attentions. "Well damn, before y'all fuck on the table I

wanna tell my story too." He cackled, Logan playfully rolling his eyes and chuckling as his hand went

away. "Micah you see that woman back there?" His eyes gestured me to turn around.

"The lunch lady?" I turned back around towards at him.

"Yup." He nodded his head, his hand beginning to play with the straw. "Well she took me in when my

momma died. She kinda caught onto me being gay since I couldn't stop dancing to pop music and me

borrowing her wig thinking I'm having my own world tour. Luckily enough she already worked for this

place so here I am. When I first came here I was honestly too shook at the amount of gorgeous guys

that filled this place like goddamn! But I'm used to it now. Plus they don't notice me because I'm pretty

sure everyone here is too much of a narcissist you get what I'm saying?"

"Yea, I do." I smiled.

"Oh!" Benny quickly raised a finger to speak again, but this time softer. "And also, the longer you stay

here, the more you notice that a lot of these boys are just nothing but a pretty face and a hot body.

None of them really have that it thing." He emphasized on the word it.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A flavorful soul. A rich spirit." Benny used his hands as he spoke as if he really did speak from his

heart about this. "An attractive outside can only get you so far, but if you don't have that it thing, you're

basically nothing but a walking, living, breathing, Forever 21 mannequin." He ended.

Logan began to act as if he had an imaginary notepad on his hand, beginning to speak as Benny and I

both looked at him. "Pretty face, check." Benny narrowed his eyes at him. "Hot body, check. It thing,

check. Well you look at that, I'm the full package." He let out, making me laugh out loud.

"Boy shut up, I will slap you." Benny tried to hold in his laughter. "Speaking of Forever 21 mannequins,

here they come." Benny's eyes looked behind me as everyone in the cafeteria began to speak louder

amongst themselves.

As I turned around, my eyes were quickly captured by the three guys we were just talking about. Posh,

Milan, and Cadence. I can tell their parents took their time picking their names out because they sound

so extra.

I tried not to stare at them like a freak as they entered the cafeteria, hearing one of them begin to

speak. "I don't know who in their right mind would ever eat the food here."

Posh quickly whined. "Tell me about it." Posh tilted his sun glasses as he noticed some people were

looking at the three of them. "Well, it's definitely better to be looked at than to be overlooked."

Posh's heels began to click closer as I widened my eyes at Benny. "Are they coming here?" I roughly

whispered.

Benny quickly scratched his head as I felt a light tap on my shoulder, immediately making my head

want to explode from shock. "Hey." Posh's slightly high pitched voice let out.

My eyes widened as I couldn't possibly imagine what he wanted from me.