Chosen (LGBT/Queer)

Chapter Three: Cool People

**TW/MENTION OF SUIC*DE & R*PE ARE IN THIS CHAPTER. PLEASE CAREFULLY READ TO YOUR DISCRETION.**

ZURI

It was how genuine and unapologetic of who they were that drew me into Kamil. Their personality didn't change in front of anyone. They were confident in themselves, from how easily their words flowed out their perfect lips to their cool, virile walk that always left a glimmer of their arousing scent. The way they smiled at me when I was talking about anything I was interested in made me feel like I was the only person on the planet. They always treated me with kindness and respect yet had a perfect mixture of playful banter with me. It was easy to talk to them, easier than most people in my life. It had been three weeks since we first met and she came by the estate, since then, we had spent every other day together between their practices and my duties at the church.

As we spent more time, Kamil also got close with my siblings, except for Adriel. Sometimes, I'd get jealous when Kamil came over and Laili ended up grabbing their attention by striking up an interesting conversation or when Dri invited Kamil up to his room to talk about sports and music. I wanted all of their free time to myself, and I knew that wasn't possible or healthy, but I still did.

I got my way one day when Dri was out and Laili was in her room studying for classes. All Kamil's attention was on me as we chilled on my bed. Kamil looked adorable in an olive green beanie with a sweatsuit of the same color to match. It was only a couple days before Thanksgiving and I was already feeling thankful to have one on one time without interruptions. Kamil was laying on their back tossing a small bouncy ball up in the air and catching it repeatedly. One of the things I learned about Kamil over the past few weeks, they always had some kind of gadget to fidget or play with. I sat on my bed crisscrossed, watching them effortlessly toss and catch the ball as we talked comfortably around each other.

Kamil was venting to me about an encounter they had that morning. "First of all, I don't drink coffee like that so the fact that I'm at this lowkey, mom and pops coffee shop is rare. It's me and Ziggy, right? So, we get to the register. I'm thinking nobody's going to know me. It's a bunch of old white people in their business outfits so I'm like, we're good here, right? We get to the register, there's a white girl and she's just staring at me. She didn't ask me what I wanted to order, just staring at me like I'm God and I'm about to start the rapture in that b-tch. So, Ziggy asks her if she's good, then here comes the golden question every body asks before they start some sh-t." Kamil put on a hilarious, feminine voice and said, "Are you, like, Kamil Price?" I giggled at them as they kept a straight face and continued with their story in their normal, husky voice. "I'm like, yeah. I'm thinking she wants an autograph or a photo, I don't know, normal sh-t. Tell me why this girl pulled out her phone and showed me her OnlyFans, then proceeded to ask me in front of my bewildered, big eyed cousin who was trying to zoom in on her titties, if I wanted to f-ck."

"She did what?!"

"You heard me! She was trying to show me all these videos of her body and asked me if I wanted to have sex. And that sh-t is weird." At this point, Kamil had stopped tossing the ball and I could tell they were getting frustrated repeating the story because they sat up straight on the bed. "I know I have a reputation. I had sex with lots of women, yeah. They leaked our sex stories or our texts, yeah. But just because I have that reputation doesn't give anyone the right to try to sexually hit on me everywhere I go. It happens all the time. All these girls think I just want to f-ck anybody, when that's not the case. I only look like a sex addict because stories leak. I'm actually very selective about who I get with. Most of the time, I'm out here chilling and right now, I'm trying to focus on basketball so I haven't did anything in a minute." Kamil took a deep breath and looked at me. "Am I making sense?"