Camp Closeted

Chapter 7: Famously Fabulous

I awkwardly grabbed my food tray as I proceeded to find a seat. This is just like high school all over

again.

People had their own tables, people had their own social groups, and here I am, trying not to look

awkward.

A guy who was wearing a brightly colored outfit quickly took all of my attention. He was waving at me,

gesturing for me to sit with him. His style was very different and eccentric. He wore a bright orange

turtle neck and complimented it with a pastel red floral jacket.

"Hey." I tried to smile once I arrived at the table. "You're Benny right? Cockroach spirit animal?" I sat.

Benny began to speak as he picked out his loaf of bread. "That I am!" He slowly put down his loaf of

bread, crossing his arms as he spoke again, this time slower. "What about you? Are you a fake ass

butterfly or a real ass cockroach?"

"I couldn't be a fake butterfly even if I tried." I anxiously laughed.

Just before Benny could've responded another person came out of nowhere and sat right next to me,

making me slightly move my body away. "Milan is trying to get back with me and it's making me really

uncomfortable." The boy spoke.

Benny snapped his neck back. "Uh excuse you. Before you discuss your minor issues in your love life

don't be rude and introduce yourself!" Benny spoke out, making the guy's head turn towards me.

"Oh my bad, I'm Logan." He smirked as he shook my hand, my eyes glancing at his lip ring.

"Micah." I let out my name, watching him as he ran his hand through his bright platinum hair. "I like your

hair by the way."

His blue eyes shimmered at my compliment as if he was slightly surprised. "Thanks dude, not many

people here compliment each other so that was really refreshing."

"Really? Why not." I asked, Benny speaking before Logan does.

"Because in this day and age, people either take a compliment as a type way of you saying you wanna

get sexual intercourse, or you being fake. Times are changing." Benny shrugged.

"That's not true." I spoke, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

"At least here it is." Logan chuckled, sipping off of his orange juice.

Benny all of a sudden spoke out. "Anyways! Logan what was it you were trying to tell me?" He asked.

"Oh yea." Logan prepared to speak as I couldn't help but continue looking at his hair that looked like a

cloud. "Well Milan is trying to get back with me."

Benny threw him a disgusted look as I remained quiet, completely clueless of what they were talking

about. "But he broke up with you."

Hooray for me being third wheeled!

"Yea I know. I also noticed that once Dallas started dating Posh, Milan all of a sudden wants me back."

Logan replied, Benny catching my confused facial expression.

"Sorry hold on a sec Logan." Benny flashed him his pointer finger as he moved his face closer towards

me. "Since your new hun, I believe you deserve an explanation. I know you already know Posh and if

you think he's dramatic, you would think Milan is a living breathing soap opera."

I nodded my head at Benny as I continued to listen. "Posh has 2 other maggots he calls friends and Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

they stick together like the gay directors cut of Mean Girls." What Benny said Made Logan almost spit

out his drink. "Posh is clearly Regina George, Milan is Gretchen Wieners, and Cadence is Karen Smith.

But switch out Karen's lack of learning abilities to lack of self control because Cadence is addicted to

the devil's lettuce."

"D-devil's lettuce?" I asked.

Benny rolled his eyes at me. "420 blaze it."

"Is that a rapper?" I asked again, catching Benny trying not to explode in laughter.

"Lord give me the power not to slap this child." Benny whispered before speaking again. "Mary Jane!"

"Who is she?"

"Micah, honey do you live inside a rock? Oh my god because if so Logan help me lift up the rock he's

been living in! Marijuana! Cadence is addicted to marijuana!" Benny's voice was audibly frustrated but

he still tried to remain calm.

"Oh shit." I couldn't help but laugh at how dumb I am. "I'm sorry. I honestly don't know how I didn't get

that."

Benny side-eyed me as I couldn't help but continue to laugh out loud. "Bitch how did you not know that.

You out of all people look like you would know these terms!"

My eyes quickly widened in rising anxiety. "Do I look like I smoke weed?"

"No! You just look like one of those people that keep up with the terms and the whole social media shit,

you know?" He shrugged.

"O-oh not at all." I quickly shook my head. "I don't really keep up with stuff like that."

"So what do you keep up with?" Logan's deep voice asked from the side, leaning his head onto his

hand as his blue eyes intently looked at me, a string of loose hair perfectly falling onto his face.

For some reason I was so intimidated by him that I couldn't even manage looking at him back.

I took a deep breath as I slowly moved my tray away. "Not much, ever since I was outed at school."

"Outed? By who?" Benny gasped. "Because we about to go back to that school and witch hunt

whoever did that shit to you."

"Well I'm never coming back to that hell hole. And the guy's name was Brandon. I actually thought I

found someone that loved me for the very first time in my life, but I was very wrong." My voice cracked

at the end of my sentence, feeling Logan's warm hand gently going on top of mine.

Benny sighed. "Let me guess, hot closeted football player that wants to experiment and ignore you as a

human being? Because that's all I'm hearing from that name."

"Yea. Basically." I nodded.