Camp Closeted novel Chapter 15

Since there were only around 20 guys in this camp and not everyone wanted to be weird and surround Rama, it wasn't very hard to find him.

"Oh." I breathed out, examining whom they said is royalty. "He doesn't really look like a Prince."

This boy had shiny messy black hair creeping out of his surprisingly normal black hoodie. His bright brown eyes were reddened as if he was just crying and he looked genuinely out of it.

A tall, strong looking man with heavily tinted glasses and a black suit followed him, signaling that he was probably his bodyguard.

Logan began to whisper as we watched the boy and his bodyguard cut the corner, vanishing from our eyes. Rama was probably planning to walk to his suite. "If you look him up on google images you'll see that he used to always wear really fancy clothes but once his family disowned him, he started becoming a lot more simple. If you ask me the simple clothes make him way hotter."

I bit my lip as I silently looked down, continuing to listen to Logan explain everything.

"Rama started getting tattoos, he started drinking and smoking and doing all types of drugs. He was even caught making out with a bunch of random people at a night club last week." Logan continued to whisper.

Benny threw him a subtly confused facial expression. "Why are you whispering." Benny whispered to tease him.

"I don't know." He slightly chuckled as he shrugged. "I just tend to whisper a lot when I talk about other people."

"Well whatever that boy's story is, it won't even matter." Benny tiredly leaned back against a chair with an unreadable facial expression. "He's probably just another spoiled rich kid and we won't ever get a chance to talk to him. Posh and his squad are probably already thinking about some bullshit to make him join their group."

"Yea." Logan sighed back. "Sadly I think your right."

As we became quiet, I felt Logan's piercingly detailed eyes looking at me, making me check to see if he was.

He was.

Again.

Once our eyes met, he quickly broke the eye contact with anxiously running his hand through his white cloudy hair.

Strange..

"Psst." Jesse sharply let out as I closed my eyes in subtle annoyance. "Bloody nose, you awake?" I felt his devilish smirk form without even looking at him.

I remained quiet and pretended to be asleep. Maybe he'll stop talking to me if he realizes I'm not awake.

I subtly flinched as I felt Jesse begin to hit me with his pillow.

He can't be serious.

"Psst." My soul rolled it's eyes.

"Psst."

"Psst."