Camp Closeted novel Chapter 9

I slowly turned around as I was surely caught off guard. "H-hi." I greeted anxiously.

"You're one of the new boys right?" Posh smiled brightly as his lip gloss shimmered at me.

"Y-yea I guess." I blinked my eyes at him a few times.

"You're supes cute, you should sit with us." He spoke again as I heard Benny loudly cough behind me.

"Go." Benny whispered sharply as Posh and the other two continued to look at me.

"Um, okay." I quickly got up with widened eyes, beginning to walk with them as I threw Benny and Logan a confused facial expression.

It was awkwardly quiet. I didn't expect that he'd just carelessly talk to me. "So how did you hear about the camp?" Posh tilted his sun glasses at me as we sat at a round table.

"Uh my mom did, not me."

Posh nodded as he gave me his full attention which made me uncomfortable. He was absolutely gorgeous. His skin was almost radiantly glossy and had hints of bronze. His makeup was smoky and subtle as everything seemed to be well thought out including his outfit.

"Actually same with me. My mom has been a long time investor in this camp so she told me just try it and now fast forward all these years I basically grew up here." Posh chuckled as he sipped out of his drink. "You're so fit by the way, are you an athlete or something?"

I shyly looked down as my cheeks ultimately began to burn as another voice interrupted my response.

Milan quickly interrupted Posh and hastily stared directly at me. "You know that boy Logan? Has he talked about me? Ask about me? Like at all?" I couldn't help but awkwardly stay quiet as he spoke so urgently.

Posh's mouth widened. "Milan stop being rude can't you tell I'm talking to him? Shut up." Milan quickly looked down in a saddened facial expression. "So anyways, what kind of companies do your parents own?" Posh casually asked.

"Well we don't own any companies but my mom's a nurse and my dad left when I was little." I shyly spoke, my voice almost disappearing at the end of all my sentences.

Milan spoke before Posh yet again as Cadence just remained quiet, focusing on his vape pen. "Ew, you're family sounds broke and problematic. Posh why the hell are we talking to a low-class!" He rapidly panicked.

I took a second to blink in shock as I tried my best to process that people like this actually existed and that I'm not just going insane.

"Milan, we're welcoming a new member in the camp and you're being so rude and trashy." Posh rolled his eyes, following it with a finger just to check if his eyelashes were fine.

"Forget that! Posh you know I'm going through a raw break up! I don't have time to welcome a poor peasant!" Milan screamed as he began to cry, beginning to stand up as Posh sighed.

Posh half-laughed. "Bitch please, cut the crocodile tears. That raw break up was a year ago and you were the one who wanted to break up with that person so it was your fault. Stop antagonizing this middle-class just because you're an airhead." Posh scoffed, looking back at me.

"You're always so mean to me!" He cried out. "I'm going to back to my suite." Milan proceeded to stomp away, his fists clenched and his face red.

"Bye sweetie! Have fun playing the blood violin." Posh imitated slicing his wrists as it just made Milan cry harder. "Fucking pathetic." He whispered under his breath.