MasukDamian didn't spend the night at our cabin—and that only means one thing.It's all mine! I started throwing it back on every corner of the cabin."You see this ass, Damian?" I said while shaking my ass at his bed. "You can't have it!" That's right. I don't care what you think of me. I'm too fabulous to consider you as one of my problems. After a while, I flopped down on my bed—a bit exhausted with my fantastic exhibition. This is the day that we're going to evacuate because of a tornado. Everyone is actually preparing their things that they're going to bring—but me I'm preparing to leave this camp forever. I started packing some of my clothes and some stuff that I think I would need for my plan. I didn't tell Jay—because I know he will just stop me and I won't let him do that.This is my final decision and there's nothing that can't stop me.I mean Damian is already mad at me. Why would I stay? It's kinda awkward to stay with someone so homophobic he'd play with your feelings for
I hated getting sick—not until now. Adrian's hands are all over me and it feel so good. Even if I'm burning up and being delirious—I'm enjoying it like a reward. I'm opening my mouth, smiling as Adrian put the spoon inside. I chew it slowly. His voice keeps echoing all over the cabin—complaining and yelling. I didn't care. All I know is that I'm in heaven. I stare at Sister Mary and Adrian non-stop bantering while I'm busy chewing my food—it's just rice and water, by the way. My mouth is already open again—waiting for the incoming spoon. Adrian shoved the spoon inside my mouth, a little gently. "Wait a minute!" he suddenly yelled. "You're just sick, not amputated!" I raised my eyebrow at him while chewing my food slowly. So...what?I didn't even want to get sick but here we are. Honestly, this is the first time anyone has ever took care of me while I'm sick. I'm the oldest and I had the responsibility of taking care of my brothers, just like what my parents had always told
It was mortifying! I can't believe they would let me see such thing! Without hesitation, I immediately yanked Adrian up from the ground as I destroyed the handcuffs to split them apart. I wiped off the small blood from my hand onto my shirt, subtly. It did hurt me a lot—but it's not important right now. "Stay the f*ck away from him," I snarled at Zack as I glare at him deadly. He was about to say something but I quickly pulled Adrian away from him. I'm gripping his wrist tightly like I'm afraid he might let go and ran back to Zack. God, I hope not. Surprisingly, Adrian let me dragged him effortlessly. We stopped in front of the cabin as I turned to face him. "Are you trying to f*ck him?" I hissed. His face twisted into a mixed of shock and disgust. "Hell no! Over my dead gorgeous body!" he replied, yelling. I don't believe that one bit AT ALL! He's looking straight into my eyes and lying! "Then why were you making out with him?!" I asked full of irritation. I'm so full of
"Damian, psst."They are dating. These words kept echoing throughout my mind like a broken mixed tape. I want to get it out off my mind but it kept circling back—like it doesn't want to leave my mind. "Damian?"What's wrong with me? Why am I so affected? So what if they're dating? Is there something I can do? Do I really have to do something? "F*ck!"I yelled like an insane person while massaging my temples. "DAMIAN!"I snapped back into reality when I heard Jay loud voice. I quickly glanced at him—shocked linger on my face. I was met by his frown expression. "Sorry," I apologized. "I don't know what's happening to me."He sighed heavily before he speak,"You've been spacing out since you part ways with Adrian," he said. "Do you miss him that much?" He's just trying to tease me, I knew it—but I really don't miss Adrian. It's like I feel a different emotion. I want to get mad, get annoyed but only to myself. To be honest, I can't seem to answer his question. I tried but nothi
"Adrian, come on," I said, trying to wake him up. My plan is to pretend that everything is fine. I know it's a bad plan but we can't just keep ignoring each other—it doesn't solve anything. Been there, done that. He didn't reply nor flinch on his bed. Well, I'm not expecting him to forgive me that quickly. He was just asking me to forgive him the other day—but because of my stupidity, I'm now on the wrong track. I tried waiting for Adrian to get up—but it looks like he doesn't have any plans on doing so. I simply sighed to myself as I make my way outside of the cabin. There's no point of waiting if he's not gonna leave with me—such a stubborn drama queen. As I made my way toward the center of the camp for the morning exercise, my phone buzzes repeatedly. I took out my phone to see who's calling—and yup, it's her. I guess I kinda expecting her to call again. I stare at my phone for a couple of minutes before hitting the decline button. That will stop her—for now. I immediate
After Adrian's brutal slap, he left me in the middle of the forest—questioning what went wrong. "Adrian," I heard myself quietly calling out to him. But he didn't stop nor look back to my direction again. He kept walking away like he's running away from someone dangerous. I was left rethinking about my choices—contemplating whether I should go after him and apologize. Did he not want this? I thought we're in the same page. Isn't he gay? Am I not good enough? I sat down on the ground again—I cover my face with palm with a heavy groan. I feel so desperate doing this—and worse, I even got rejected. I'm not even gay—yet it affects me so much. Maybe I'm just not used at being ignored. There's no way he didn't get the hints that I wanna do something with him. What is wrong with me? Why am I feeling like this? I hate this feeling, especially... Adrian. Even if my brain is still foggy and can't think straight, I stood up straight to leave the forest. They might be looking for me no







