Chapter 4

I can't believe I didn't get that drama queen to agree to my plan. He's such a pain in the ass and always acts like everything is about him. I hate gays like that. Honestly, I hate gays overall.

Being the oldest in the Cross family, I've always had to work and work and work. I have two other brothers I'm not close with, but I still send them money whenever they need it for college. I didn't go to college myself because I had to keep working. And this conversion camp? It's just a side hustle. They said I could get paid while tormenting these gays, which I'll definitely enjoy. You won't believe how much they pay me here just to "convert" one person.

This conversion camp happens twice a year for five months each. I've done this for a year now and supposedly "converted" two gay people which, obviously, isn't true. They're going away out of town anyway, so nobody will know that they didn't actually turn straight. Anyone who doesn't "convert" spends another five months here with the next batch. That will definitely happen to Mr. Drama Queen over here. I'll still get paid for my work, but it won't be as much as when I "convert" someone.

When I get a real job, I'll quit this one for a while and maybe come back if I still can. The downside of working here is that you only get payment once after five months, which feels like forever. I need a job that pays monthly.

Why is this the only job I have right now? Because I got fired after I refused to have a disgusting intimate relationship with my gay boss. I worked hard for him just to get promoted and earn a higher salary, but what happened? He tried to touch me and he got a black eye in return. He thought I wanted him too because I was always there to help him. As if I'd ever have feelings for another man. I've been straight my whole life.

I'm also an athlete who performed calisthenics. I stopped performing because I only made money when people liked my performance and tipped me, but even if they enjoyed it, some people just didn't like to pay. They just wanted to watch for entertainment.

"Damian."

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Father Maveric's voice. I glanced at him as he approached me.

"Good morning, Father," I said in a neutral tone.

"Adrian has a tough shell. I'm counting on you to break it."

And there it is. I always knew Father Maveric was behind all of this. I bet he's the one who decided to pair me up with that brat. I never knew that person would be this stubborn.

"Don't worry, Father. I'll do my best," I replied warmly. Of course, I'm not going to tell him my real plan. That would ruin me, and worse, they'd definitely take back the money they promised me. I won't let that happen.

The camp's activities are the same old, same old. I'm honestly getting tired of the repetition. To be honest, I don't believe in this whole conversion thing. I know these gay people hate it here and don't want to be here, but who knows? Maybe someone actually wants to get "converted." Except, obviously, that drama queen Adrian. Saying his name makes me gag every time.

Sitting beside Adrian makes me want to stab myself in the head with whatever weapon I can get my hands on-especially while listening to these Bible verses that I personally don't even understand.

I kept glancing at that brat, who looked ready to fall asleep any second. He's been causing so much commotion in this camp. He's loud, talkative, and complains about everything possible. If I were Father Maveric, I would have kicked him out already. There's no way this dude will get converted. He'll definitely die gay.

I always keep my eyes on Adrian because he might spill my secret to someone with his loud mouth. I can't afford for my reputation to get ruined just because of him.

Before dinner, I noticed the brat was acting strange. He was unusually quiet and didn't complain once the Bible study ended. Normally, he sighs loudly and stretches dramatically, thanking the heavens that it's over. He has no shame. But this time, he just stood up and walked away. Something's fishy.

I didn't want to get curious, but maybe just this once. I snuck behind him to see where he was going. Hopefully, he wasn't planning anything against me.

I didn't get too close since he was just hiding behind our cabin, holding a... piece of paper? Where did that come from? And what's written on it that has him grinning like a maniac? He looks like a psycho.

"What are you grinning at?" I suddenly got close enough to make him jump. Scaredy-cat.

"Nothing," he said quickly, shoving the paper into his pocket. It's definitely not "nothing." Why do I feel like I want to know what's going on? God, that sounds so gay.

I just let him go and watched him walk away. I scoffed when I realized how easy he is to read. He's terrible at keeping secrets, and it's obvious when something's going on with him. I guess breaking him won't be that hard.

That night, the brat kept glancing at me nonstop while we lay in our beds. Was he checking if I was asleep? Too bad-I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. I was too curious about what he was up to.

While scrolling through my phone, he suddenly stood up and muttered something about "pee." I watched him exit the cabin with a suspicious stance.

I sat up in bed, debating whether I should follow him. I frowned, then flopped back down. I couldn't believe I was wasting energy being curious about him. It's probably nothing interesting anyway. I should just sleep and let it go.

It felt like an hour passed, and he still hadn't returned. I sat up to drink some water, then stared at his empty bed. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, and I slammed my cup down on the table.

He didn't sneak out and leave the camp... right? What if that paper was a message that he's leaving with someone else? Wait. I can't let that happen. I won't get paid if he escapes.

I immediately left the cabin. The cold breeze touched my skin, but it didn't matter. I had to make sure he hadn't escaped the camp. Shit, he's such a pain in the ass.

I searched everywhere for him, and for anyone else who might be with him, but there was nobody. Everyone else was asleep. Maybe they managed to escape? No... oh God, this is bad.

While I'm busy staring at the tall trees surrounding the camp, an arm suddenly snakes around my body and a hand gropes my crotch.

Oh, fuck. It's been a while since someone touched me there. Fucking hell, I missed this sensation. Yes, keep caress-

"Let's start."

Hold on. I know this voice. It can't be-

I snap back to my senses, yank the arms off me, spin around, and shove down the person clinging to me. It's... it's Adrian.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you fag?!" I bark, full of irritation and hatred.

Even in the cold, dim night, I see he's just as shocked as I am.

"D-Damian?!" he stammers, disbelief in his eyes like he didn't know it was me. Who the hell was he expecting? Is he meeting someone else out here?

"You stupid shit! Who told you to touch me like that?! You disgusting asshole!" My anger burns through me. I can't believe I let him touch me like that for even a second.

He gets up, glaring at me like I'm the one at fault.

"It's not my fucking fault! I thought you were Jay!" he shouts, forcing me to cover his mouth before he wakes someone. What we're doing right now is already against the camp rules.

Jay? So he's meeting Jay tonight. That's why he's been acting weird and sneaky. Ugh, gross. Thinking about it makes me sick. And me being curious about it makes it even worse. I should've minded my own damn business. Then this groping accident wouldn't have happened.

I'm about to argue when I notice the nuns' cabin lights flick on. Oh shit. We need to hide.

I drag him behind a big tree and shove him down while still covering his mouth. I crouch right in front of him to hide myself. He keeps resisting, but he's too weak to fight back-

"Ouch!" I hiss when he bites my hand, making me pull it away.

"Stop being stubborn right now! We might get caught!" I glare down at him, scanning the area for any sign of the nuns.

"You're too close. I'm allergic to straightness," he mutters, making my irritation spike.

"You think I want this to happen?!" I whisper back, our voices sharp despite the volume.

He tries to push me off but his leg brushes against my hardened c*ck. Don't get me fucking wrong. It's hard because he touched me before I knew it was him. If I'd known it was a guy, this wouldn't be happening.

"You're... hard..." he murmurs, his voice suddenly soft, almost... different. I didn't know this brat even had a voice like that.

"Don't get any wrong ideas-ugh!" I clamp my hand over my mouth as he suddenly grabbed my crotch again. Is he fucking serious right now?!

I slap his hands away and pin both his wrists beside his head to restrain him from doing anything else disgusting. This can't be happening. My body feels hot, hard, and sweaty, even with the cold breeze kissing my skin.

"A handj*b won't hurt," he whispers, and my glare sharpens into something deadly. Who the hell does he think he is? Why on Earth would I let him do something so disgusting to me?

I groan again when he suddenly uses his foot to rub me obscenely. I didn't even notice he'd kicked off his shoes. Why the fuck am I getting so weak... and so turned on?!

Stop him, Damian. Fucking stop him.