Band Camp (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

♫We learned from a three minute more record than we ever learned in school. ♫

"So," Mr. Tenuto, the music teacher, started, "is there anyone that doesn't have a room assignment?" We were all standing in the common room, which was on the second floor where the boys' rooms were located. Girls' rooms were on the first floor, meaning after lugging all their shit up to the common room, they would have to lug it all back down, while I just had to roll my suitcase down the narrow hall. I was sure after a complaint or two and the batting of eyelashes all the guys would be carrying their stuff down the stairs for them, so we lost either way.

I started to raise my hand at the question, since I didn't have a room assignment. Ms. McDonald had written my name down as an extra to be placed in a room, or have my own room if there were any spares. Sidney slapped my arm down almost instantaneously.

"Put your hand down, you're in our room."

"What if I don't want to be in your room?" I challenged with a raised brow. He simply shrugged.

"Then have fun with Richie."

"Point taken," I noted. Richie was one of the other guys in the choir. Richie had been trained in opera at a young age, and made it a point to exert that all the time despite the fact it was a jazz choir. On top of that, he sang the loudest of everyone and was extremely self-centered; going as far as to point out that the female solos could be better sung by a male, but not any male, specifically himself. Ms. McDonald was so done with him, but she couldn't get rid of him because then the choir would be down to three men, and soon after would probably revert back to the all-girls choir it originated as. So, basically we all wanted to kill him but were stuck with him nonetheless.

After no one raised their hand, we were dismissed to go put our stuff away in the rooms before meeting in half an hour for lunch.

Our room was number 205, which was at the dead end of the hallway. I could hear Sidney's brass buffoon friends whispering confusedly about me as we dragged our luggage down the carpeted corridor. It smelled musty, like a mixture of a public pool and stale air. My expectations had never been lower. Which I supposed was a good thing when Sidney swung the door open to reveal a thinly carpeted box that was possibly 0 degrees. There were two small sets of bunk beds pushed against the wall, two single beds, a desk, a dresser, and coat racks. So impressive.

"Which bed do you want?" Sidney asked. I pointed to the corner set of bunk beds that was closest to the window, just in case.

"Top bunk."

Some guy from behind me snorted as he threw his stuff onto the single bed next to a mirror. "You'll regret that."

"You didn't look like a top," Sidney said with a smirk. "I'll take the bottom." Sidney smiled as he tossed his suitcase onto it. I left mine on the floor, and decided to be the first person to brave a look at the washroom.

"Crank the thermostat," one of the meatheads complained to Sidney. He sighed and waved them off.

I pushed the door with a single finger, and it squeaked at is revealed a space so small it made me feel claustrophobic just looking at it. The shower had a clear curtain. Clear. Who the fucks idea was that?

"Logan," Sidney beckoned me. All his lackeys were staring at me. I may have blushed.

"Yeah?"

"That one, with the curls and scowl is Hudson," Sidney gestured to the boy with a mess of black hair and his arms crossed in front of his chest in a very non-friendly way, "stay away from him." Hudson rolled his eyes and shifted his weight. He looked like he could be a football player; he was big, but more in a cuddly teddy bear type of way.