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 so sorry I can't put on a fake smile like you for some new person." 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, I hate you." 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.

My jaw unconsciously dropped and this seemed to fuel Posh's ego only more for some sick, twisted reason. I genuinely couldn't control my reaction to the insane things coming out of his mouth.

"Dude you know Milan is suicidal, don't say shit like that." Cadence's deep voice demanded attention. Smoke that smelled like strawberries aesthetically came out of his mouth as it began to spread around us.

Posh raised an eyebrow at him. "And I'm bulimic and you're a drug addict so what's your point?" Cadence raised his arms up as if he surrendered. "Cade, I have no pity for Milan right now. I know he only wants his boyfriend back because I started dating Dallas which is gaining attention and making headlines and he hates that. So by all means, if he wants to chug down a gallon of bleach just because the world doesn't revolve around him, I'll even buy it for him." My mouth slightly dropped.

"Whatever." Cadence slightly let out as Posh looked at my flustered face. "Want a hit babe?" Cadence's voice was still unexpectedly deep and husky as he gestured his slick black vape pen towards me.

I just thought Cadence would sound and act the same as Milan and Posh, but he was the complete opposite.

"Um no thanks, I'm fine." I quickly declined, visibly becoming uncomfortable by how cruel Posh treats his so-called friends. "I-I should go, I still have a lot of unpacking to do, thanks for welcoming me, I appreciate it."

"Ciao!" Posh all of a sudden threw me a wide smile. "Have fun at the camp and don't be a stranger." He waved me away.

I quickly got up, beginning to walk back to my table, turning myself around as I felt anxious for some reason.

The second I turned around I felt my whole body quickly freeze in time.

What. The. Fuck!

Several gasps and laughs were made as I cringed at the feeling of the spilled food on me.

I took a pause to breath before doing anything. The spilled food was warm and I felt it everywhere.

"Holy shit dude, I'm so sorry!" Dallas's mouth dropped at me in shock as mine were dropped in disgust.

Posh chirped behind me. "Wow way to go Dallas, you've actually managed to make yourself dumber." Cadence chuckling beside him.

I was frozen, I didn't know what to do as I just felt everyone's eyes stab at me.

"Dude are you okay? I'm really sorry!" Dallas examined the food he spilled on me as I remained quiet.

I finally took a deep breath and realized that this wasn't a nightmare but my actual reality. "It's fine." I flicked some of the food off my soaked hands as he spoke again.

"No, it's not fine, god I'm such an idiot!" He hastily grabbed onto my hand. "H-here follow me, please. I can help clean you up." He stuttered.

"No, seriously it's fine I can manage." My voice was undeniably frustrated and I knew I was about to cry as he seemed to not let go of his grip.

"I mean it." His hazel eyes pierced through me. "Let me help." His lips were pursed as I sighed.

Posh was obvious in trying to hold in a laugh. "Yea let him help Micah, people who make mistakes should always make it up." He ended, sharply, turning back to his phone. "Cadence give me your pen I want a pic with smoke coming out of my mouth."

I already wanna go home...

"This was completely unintentional Mike I'm really sorry." Dallas apologized for the 100th time as we walked towards the restroom.

"Micah." I let out.

"What?" He glanced at me.

"It's Micah not Mike." I spoke out, wanting to throw up at the feeling of this food drying on my hair and skin.

"Oh sorry. I've only heard your name from other people saying it, not actually coming from you so I apologize." He anxiously coughed, his attention not leaving me.

"You apologize a lot." I tried to smile.

"Sorry." He quickly closed his eyes and smiled, catching himself apologize again. "I'm just so used to it." He said, making me slightly confused.

"What do you mean you're used to it?" I asked, watching the restroom get closer in distance.

"Well it seems like I can never do anything right. Just ask Posh. I've let him down on his orders so many times and I hate myself for it. If you really love someone you won't let them down and I keep letting him down." He ranted, visibly frustrated in himself.

"Dallas, you're his boyfriend, not his peasant. You need to stop apologizing for such small things, like carrying his bag wrong or something." We finally entered the restroom, hearing my wet footsteps echo through the stalls.

Dallas remained quiet as he got a hand full of napkins and quickly dampened them, moving closer towards me after.

"Don't move." His light hazel eyes scanned over me as his hand gently wiped the food off my face. "Damn, I really wanted to eat this lasagna too."

I couldn't help but softly laugh as I replied. "Instead you turned me into a lasagna monster." He chuckled.

For some reason it got quiet. Our eyes met as he continued to wipe off the food. As our gaze continued to grow deeper, his hand movements progressively got slower, his attention shifting towards me.

I felt warmth radiate off of Dallas as I watched his bright hazel eyes watch me. "Uh, Micah your nose is bleeding." He anxiously muttered.

"Fuck my life." I rolled my eyes as I rapidly turned towards the mirror. "I-I can handle from here." I broke the pause, his eyes shifting away.

"Yea, of course." He bit his lip as he moved away, wiping his hand on his shirt. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Y-yea it's nothing." I quickly responded.

The restroom fell silent once again, a sound beginning to ring around our ears. It sounded like someone was listening to music in one of the stalls. "Don't mind it." Dallas waved. "It's just Sascha. He eats in here by himself."

I threw him a confused look, making him continue talking as I kept wiping myself. "Sascha eats by himself because no one really talks to him. They find him kinda weird. I personally don't think he's weird, I just never got the chance to talk to him." I threw him a small nod, eyeing the stall where the music came from.

After changing to a set of new clothes I noticed that Logan and Benny were still in the cafeteria, another person sitting with them.

"Welcome back pasta boy." Logan teases as I walked back towards them with a shy facial expression.

"Oh god." I rolled my eyes. "Is that what people call me now?" I sat down, their eyes noticing the clothes I changed into.

"No, only me." Logan devilishly smirked as I playfully threw him a dirty look. "You're lucky people here have a very short attention span. They're always looking for the next big thing to talk about. They probably forgot about the whole situation already."

"Thank god." I sighed.

Benny coughed, my attention landing on him. "This is Andrew, he's a photographer for the camp so don't be confused if you see him around taking pictures. Andrew meet Micah, Micah meet Andrew." His hands gestured towards the boy.

"Nice to meet you." I smiled, slowly taking in every aspect of his perfect face. His sandy brown hair effortlessly shifting as he moved closer to greet me, his sharp jawline flexing at me as I got a better look of his freckles that complimented his facial structure very well.

His deep green eyes warmed up to me as he fixed his glasses closer towards his face. "Nice to meet you too. I'm sorry pasta had to spill on you in your first day." He nodded.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Yea when it happened I almost pasta way." I tried to hold in my laughter as the table became silent.

"Bitch shut up." Benny rolled his eyes as he cackled, almost spilling his drink.

"Oh wow, how cute." Andrew chuckled from my pun.

"Nice one, pasta boy." Logan narrowed his eyes at me with a smirk.

"So what did Posh's little group tell you?" Benny looked intently at me, sipping out of a small cup with a straw. "Did they offer your ass a complimentary fur coat?" He joked.

"No free fur coats but he did say he just wanted to welcome me to the camp and ask me if I was rich as them, which I am not. Then Milan proceeded to throw a fit about not being with Logan, Cadence asked if I wanted to hit his vape pen, it was just all too much." I explained, Benny and Logan quietly laughing.

"I knew it. He so wants me back." Logan shook his head in subtle disbelief.

"That's a damn mess." Benny laughed. "Sorry I forced you to go. I just wanted to hear what the hell they wanted from you."

"It's okay." I slowly shrugged. "I just hope they don't try to talk to me again because they really are too much."

As Logan and Benny talked, I quickly caught Andrew looking at me with curiosity buried in his eyes.

"If you don't mind, you already know I'm a photographer for the camp." Andrew slowly turned towards me as his eyes scanned my face. "Do you think I can take pictures of you?"

I took a second as my mouth subtly widened at him, making him speak again. "If you don't want to it's completely fine, I'm probably being weir-" I quickly interrupted him.

"N-no it's fine, I'll do it." I nodded. "I just haven't done anything like that before. If you don't mind me asking though, why me?" He smiled.

"Well it's simple, you're pretty." He casually let out, undeniably making my cheeks begin to burn. "You're features are symmetrical, your eyes are gorgeous, and you have a nice body."

"Really?" I spoke genuinely shocked. "But I always thought I looked like a classified alien strictly used for government research."

Andrew let out a deep laugh, his extremely white teeth flashing at me. "Well I want you to completely scrap that out of your head."

What he said made me look down in deep thought. Could he be telling the truth? No one has ever told me stuff like that before. Either he means it or he just really needs pictures.

"Will tomorrow be okay?" His forest shaded eyes looked intently at me as his words continued running through my head.

"Y-yea." I quickly replied with a small smile.

This should be interesting..

Posh and Milan are so annoying I will literally pluck out every single one of their acrylic nails one by one UGH!! I'm READY TO FIGHT LMAO.

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