Camp Closeted novel Chapter 25

I slowly rubbed my head against the soft pillow that blanketed around my head, the sound of a lighter flicking quickly making my eyes widen.

My head quickly got up as my sleepy eyes were slightly squinted, coming to find out that my pillow wasn't a pillow, but Cadence's soft pale chest.

What the fuck? Where the hell am I?

"Cade you're an addict, weed isn't breakfast." Rama's voice appeared to my right, only sending jolts of electricity inside my body to quickly get off the bed. "Dude fucking relax!" He exclaimed at my sudden movement.

"W-w-where am I?" I hastily asked, rubbing both of my hands against my messy bed hair to try and remember what happened last night.

"You're in my suite." Rama moved closer towards Cadence as I didn't know how to feel over the fact that I slept with 2 other boys last night.

"Wait? What?" My eyes widened around the room, shirts and pants laying on the floor. "Did we?" I asked as I backed up against the wall.

Cadence chuckled as a cloud of smoke left his mouth. "Threesome? Hell no." His voice was gravelly as he passed the blunt towards Rama. "I'm not going to jail, aren't you a little kid?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I-I'm 18." I quickly replied. "H-how old are you guys?" I couldn't help but sound terrified as I still tried to process everything.

"20." Cadence threw me a wide child-like smile.

"19." Rama nodded.

Cadence began to speak again, crossing his muscular arms at me. "But you are legal, so maybe we could do something." He joked as he laughed at me.

"Shut up dude." Rama tried to hold in a laugh as he blew smoke. "You're gonna scare him."

"How did I even get here?" I hate the smell of weed. "Have you guys seen my friends?" I asked.

Cadence shook his head, strands of his perfectly brown curly hair falling onto his pale cheeks. "Nope." He popped his mouth. "You bumped into me alone and you were really fucked up."

Rama joined in. "He took advantage of you being fucked up and made you take a hit." He yawned, my mouth leaving a loud gasp as he pointed at what he was smoking.