..."This is not a reason to drag him into bed! Aren't you disgusted by yourself and what you're doing? If I find out that you came in contact with him, I'll move you to the elementary group or send you back home, I swear,"

Gerard's POV

I stay still for a moment, listening to Ballash stomp angrily down the stairs to the first floor. Then the door opposite ours creaks and bangs shut as Frank walks in, cursing under his breath. The corridor quiets down, there's no point in listening anymore. I push myself away from the door and turn around to be met by the curious gazes of my roommates.

"Holy fuck, was that Frank and Ballash?" Diego asks as I walk past them into the room and slump onto his bed, grabbing a handful of jellybeans from the half-full plastic bag. I nod in response, observing the color of the candy. Shit, most of them are pink- cotton candy. I'm not a huge fan of jelly beans in general, but this flavor is just plain disgusting, and the aftertaste is just awful. I pour them into my mouth anyways- it would be too awkward to put them back into the bag- and start chewing.

"Do you really think we can let you pass without telling us what they were talking about?" Diego stands in front of me, his arms crossed on his chest in an attempt to look intimidating and I shrug, trying to look completely indifferent even though I'm pretty sure I'm about to get a nosebleed- it's a definite sign that I'm nervous and excited as fuck.

Frank wants to have sex someone from our group? And it's a guy?

I can't help but think that Ballash was talking about me- Frank did, after all, tie the straps on my belt too tight. I'm not sure if he was looking at me while I was climbing because I wasn't really paying any attention, as I was trying not to faint from the pain, plus I'd probably freak out of I looked down but yes, walking was kind of painful afterwards. But at the same time, there is no way it could be me, I'm sure. First of all, I didn't notice Frank caressing me on the low ropes, all he did was grab my waist, and second, I'm not the type of person someone would want to have a one night stand with. I'm not that attractive, not that cool or fun. Not someone who you'd look at and think "Wow, I wish I could bang him,". ESPECIALLY if you are a counselor trying to get on with it with a camper.

"Dude, c'mon, I'm not gonna leave you alone until you tell," Diego whines, sitting down next to me. "What were they fighting about?"

I sigh. I guess this isn't something to be kept a secret.

"This is literally the weirdest thing I've heard since I came to this camp- Frank wants to fuck someone from our group, and guess what? It's a guy," I say.

"Oh my god, tell us exactwhat they were saying!" Adham, who has gained a lot of courage since my last attempt at communication with him, chirps. I liked him better when he was shy, to be honest.

And I'm kind of jealous of his long eyelashes.

"Okay, so apparently today Frank was trying to seduce someone from the upper group, for example he tied his climbing belt too tight just to see his ass and then caressed him on the low ropes. Ballash noticed, got pissed and came to talk to him about it. He was saying how the guy is just a teen, and Frank said that he's done his research and that it's actually legal for a 17 year old to have sex with a 19 year old, so technically he's not a pedophile or anything,"

"Fucking creep, I knew there was something wrong with him," Drake says.

Diego seems more enthusiastic about it though.

"Okay, who do you think it is," he says, crossing his legs and leaning on the wall behind him.

"What?" I speak

"You know what I mean. Who do you think Frank is trying to seduce?"

I quickly grab the second handful of jellybeans and hurriedly crum them into my mouth so that I have a reasonto keep quiet. Immediately the taste of cotton candy floods my tastebuds and I almost choke.

"To be honest I think it's either Tom or Gerard. They are the most attractive guys in the whole camp. But Tom has a raging pimple on his cheek, so he's most likely out. That leaves Gerard,"

I turn away from him, coughing violently into my fist. What the actual fuck?

Before I have a chance to swallow down the candy and say anything, Drake interrupts me.

"Dude, are you gay?" He asks, eyeing Diego carefully.

"No," he replies, shrugging his shoulders, "but I can still tell when a male is attractive. Can't you?"

I'm almost disappointed that Diego isn't gay. He was actually my first interest in this camp, plus he thinks I'm attractive. We could have hit it off but, once again, not everyone is gay.

"Dude, no, it's not me, what the fuck," I say, trying to sound lighthearted. Does he really think that Frank is interested in me?

"Oh really?" Diego leans in, squinting his eyes. "And who was complaining about Frank not knowing how to tie climbing belts?"

"Maybe mine was just an accident,"

"Yeah, I was also watching you on the low ropes. You know, Frank didn't hold anyone else like that,"

"Fuck off, this is ridiculous,"

"Maybe it isn't. Maybe he is trying to seduce you,"

"What the hell is wrong with you," I try to joke, but I can already feel my cheeks heating up at an embarrassing rate. At least the lights are off and they won't noti-

"Awww," Drake cooes, "Gee's blushing!"

"No I'm not,"

"Yes you are! You are the color of your hair!"

"Shut up,"

"Do you like Mr. Frankie too?" he almost sings, strangling a laugh. Can't they just let it go?

"No, I think he's-"

I never finish, because someone knocks on the door.

I quickly skip off the bed, mentally thanking heavens and whoever is responsible for me not having to go on with the conversation.

I open the door and immediately flinch back as I almost bump into Frank, whose hazel eyes spark scarily in the dark. Without even acknowledging me he walks right into the room, throwing a full plastic bag on Diego's knees. Diego stares at him, wide eyed, and he's obviously freaking out.

"These are your phone chargers, I figured you can't feed on 100% for more than two weeks," he says, and his voice sounds painfully indifferent. He turns away, heading back for the door, but suddenly stops. Throwing me a quick glance, he shoves a piece of paper into my hand.

"Wifi password," he explains before storming out.

Notes

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