Camp Closeted novel Chapter 3

I couldn't handle reading my DM's without gaining the urge to painfully cringe.

"Hey bro, I heard the rumor and I lowkey wanna smash."

"Ew why are you gay? I had the biggest crush on you."

"You prove that the hottest ones are always gay."

"Can you likes totes be my GBF? I'll let you shop for me!"

"Dude you're going to hell. That shit is so fucking nasty."

"I'll pray for you to be straight again because being gay is a choice and is a very wrong one."

This is so ridiculous. I just deeply sighed to myself as the messages progressively got more hateful making me go to my settings and permanently deleting all of my social media. I then buried my phone into my pocket with an exhausted sigh.

"Mom, I don't think I'm ready. I look like a mess from crying yesterday and I've been stress eating. I feel like I'll be judged in that camp." I tiredly spoke as I ran my hand through my hair, proceeding to throw on my hoodie so people don't see how much of a washed up rat I look today.

My mom quickly replied as she turned the car engine on, the radio starting to play in the background. "You look fine, get over it. This camp is meant to be a place for you to be comfortable and meet people without having to worry about your outfit or how good you look. You'll be okay Micah." She threw me a small comforting smile, then finally beginning to drive.

"I hope you're right." I sighed deeply, dramatically looking out the car window as if I was in a sad music video.

I had noticed the time pass by as the city roads began to slightly transition. Thoughts ran through my mind as sides of the road progressively got more enveloped by mother nature. Tall evergreen trees stood high as my eyes met them, the car zooming through all the nature.

"Oh god." I couldn't help but close my eyes as we passed by a huge sign that said Camp Closeted, a large rainbow flag hanging by the side.

"Aren't you excited!" My mom exclaimed, smiling at the passing sign. "You're gonna meet so many new friends!"

"I'm really not that excited." I fixed my posture on the car seat to get a better look at my surroundings. "I just don't wanna feel like I'm in high school again, you know? That environment I mean."

My mom threw me a sincere glance. "This place is way different than your school Micah, I'm sure of it." She then took a quick break before speaking again. "Look, can I tell you something?"

"What is it?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"You're gonna be living with 20 other guys for a very long time." She let out suspiciously. "And, I mean for a very long time." She added quietly, emphasizing on the very.