LOGINIn his second year at university, Cameron is focused on keeping his grades up, hanging out with his friends, and avoiding unnecessary drama. A football jock and a math major, Camron has struggled in his life to reach here. He met his total opposite, Evans Blake. Evans is everything Cameroon isn't: rich trust fund baby, and fiercely competitive. Evans is constantly in the spotlight, with a spotless academic record to match his athletic prowess. But he’s also sharp-tongued, and Cameroon's carefree attitude rubs him the wrong way from the start. A chance run-in during a heated debate in philosophy class spirals into an all-out rivalry between the two. Forced into a group project together, their mutual annoyance escalates. But underneath the tension, both Cameroon and Evans start noticing each other in ways they hadn't expected. As they spend more time together—both in class and after a wild night that leads to a surprising kiss—their animosity begins to blur into something else entirely.
View MoreCameroon -I was extremely drunk, stumbling around the bar. Eventually I collapsed onto a nearby chair and groaned at Evans."You'll have to drag me." I said. "I can't walk anymore. I can't take it." He laughed."Hop on my back." He said. I sat up and raised my eyebrows at him. I was probably twice his weight. He saw me looking at him dubiously and laughed."What? Don't you trust me?" He said."Dude, there's no way." I stood up and sighed, ready to start walking again. I sighed and hopped on the chair."Give it a go then." I said. He turned his back to me, and I clambered on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Huh. He didn't immediately collapse. Stronger than he looked. He managed a few steps almost with ease, but I could see a vein on his neck straining, and while I think he was trying to hide it, his breath was getting heavier."Ahh... Evans..." I whispered."Mmm?" He grunted."Would you pretty please put me down if I asked very nicely?""Well." He smiled. "If you ask nicely."
Cameroon -Evans leaned back in his chair, his drink cradled in one hand as he considered my question. “What else do you want to know, Cameroon?”“Something interesting,” I challenged, resting my chin on my hand. “Like...what’s the most unexpected thing about you?”He smirked. “Unexpected, huh? I once joined a poetry slam in high school.”My eyebrows shot up. “You? Poetry?”He nodded, clearly enjoying my disbelief. “Don’t look so shocked. I didn’t win, but I didn’t completely embarrass myself either.”“Okay, now you have to recite something,” I teased, leaning closer.“Absolutely not,” he said firmly, shaking his head. “That chapter of my life is closed.”“Come on,” I prodded. “Just one line. I promise I won’t laugh.”“You’re lying. You’ll laugh."“Fine,” I admitted, grinning. “I might laugh, but I won't tell anyone."I made a zipping motion across my lips, doing my best to look serious.Evans straightened in his chair, his expression growing intense as he began:“The moon whispers se
Cameroon -“Lord Jesus, deliver this boy from the clutches of temptation,” she intoned, her voice rising in dramatic fervor. “Cleanse his soul and restore his path!”Evans blinked, looking more amused than alarmed, though he wisely said nothing. I rolled my eyes so hard it was a miracle I didn’t sprain something. “Mom, he’s not possessed. He’s just here for the wedding and food.""Food?" she repeated, narrowing her eyes at me. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”“Mom!”“Don’t ‘Mom’ me, Cameroon Ezekiel Anderson!” She snapped, her voice full of righteous indignation. “This boy has brought the devil’s temptation into this house, and I will not have it!”“Okay, that’s enough,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Evans isn’t the devil, and you know I am gay. Can you please calm down?”But she wasn’t having it. “Calm down?” she echoed, throwing her hands in the air. “You are sinning. I don't know what to do with you."Thankfully, Sarah swooped in like a true hero, taking my
Cameroon- The rehearsal dinner was exactly the kind of event Sarah would throw—intimate, well-organized, and warm. The room buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses as friends and family shared stories about the bride and groom. Sarah beamed, her fiancé Greg by her side, radiating that glow people always talk about when someone’s truly happy.I had been roped into making a toast, which wasn’t surprising since Sarah loved to put me on the spot. Standing with my glass raised, I took a deep breath and let the words flow naturally.“Sarah has always been the bossy one,” I began, earning a wave of laughter. “But it’s only because she cares so much about everyone around her. Greg, you’re a lucky guy—though you’ll soon realize you’re also the second most important man in her life after her old Camry.” That got another laugh, even from Sarah. “In all seriousness, Sarah, you deserve all the happiness in the world, and I know Greg is the one who’s going to give it to you. To Sarah and Greg.”
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