𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐋

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆

Caleb

I don't know what it is, but watching men running just excites me.

And no it's not because I like men

Well, maybe

The sweat falling from their bodies. Their shirts bouncing up and down. And when they wipe the sweat from their foreheads, they pull their shirts up for the entire world to see.

I just watched Milo beat Brandon and Brayden in a race. And I didn't think he could run that fast. In general he's a plain guy. Nothing he does sticks out, he's an average guy. But when you do find things that stick out about him. You're just amazed.

I sound like I like him.

He looks famous over there, so many people surrounding him. I'm kinda jealous.

"Admiring him?" Damien walks up on the side of me and I just roll my eyes.

"Shut up. I just didn't think he was that fast." I scoff at him.

Or that he looked that good when he sweats.

"What about you? You admiring him?" I smirk as I turn to face him. "The first day you smacked his ass."

"I'm straight, I don't like men. Im just an ass guy."

"So your saying you like his ass?" I raise my eyebrow, and I can tell that I'm pissing him because he clenches his fist. Before he was able to say anything else I heard Brayden.

"I can't believe I lost to that fuckin weirdo. He doesn't deserve to be that damn fast."

God I hate this guy.

"You're just pissy that you lost." I rolled my eyes, which made him more pissy.

"Whatever fag, you didn't even participate."

"Stop calling me fag." I growled at Brayden.

"Fag."

"Call me fag one more time, I swear I'll beat your ass. Right here, right now." I challenged and Brayden walked and met me eye to eye.

"Fa-"

Damien yanked him by the shirt, "Can you shut the fuck up? You're starting to piss me off. Your not fucking funny, stop calling him a faggot."

"Why are so pressed about it?"

Damien sighed before letting him go, "Just go, I'll catch up with you." Brayden did what he was told and walked ahead.

Damien turns to me, "Don't think that I did that for you gay boy."

I smirk, "You sure." My brow raised, "Because it looked like you were defending me."

He pushes me and walks off in the same direction as Brayden. I roll my eyes at him and walk in own direction.

"Hey." I hear Ethan shouting my name. Ethan was a short guy. Shorter than me. I was 5'8 last time I checked. So he was at least 5'5.

"What's up Eth." I say.

"I was wondering if you would like to go for a walk."

Did I want to. No. But I'm a good friend, so I ended up walking with him. And we walk aimlessly for fucking hours. We had a few conversations worth remembering but I knew none of them actually made me wanna continue talking to him. Not to mention he was acting awkward and getting flustered very easily.
We eventually went to our cabins since it was so late. And I knew Cameron was gonna tear me a new one.

Opening the cabin door and I see Milo with the bathroom door open drying his hair. I ignored him, hoping to not get into an argument with him. I stride into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I look at my shampoo and see that it's been used and my head snaps to the guy blow drying his hair.

"Have you been using my shampoo?"

"No. At least I don't think so."

What the hell does he mean he doesn't think so. It's a simple yes or no question.

"You know what, you're really being a pain in my ass."

"I bet you like pain in your ass." He snickers to himself and I felt anger starting to boil. So he's using my shampoo and he wanna make gay jokes

I walk over and stand directly in front of him, making sure there was barely any room for him to breath.

"Your so funny." I spat.

He doesn't respond.

"Hello? You were just talking a minute ago." I groan and he just continues to blow dry his hair before turning the blow dryer to face me.
"What are you doing?" I roll my eyes before attempting to step back only to trip over something. My hand instinctively latches onto the closest thing, which was Milo and we both fall to the floor.

I open my eyes and I see Milo's blue eyes looking back at me. His arms on either side of me. His body is rested on mine. His damped hair dripping onto my forehead.

As much as I hate to admit it, he's cute.

"G-Get off me!" I shout as I shove him off me, which ended with him hitting his head on the sink cabinet.

"Ouch- that hurt!"

"Well you were crushing me."

"You were the one who pulled me down with you." He scoffed as he stood up from thr floor and I eventually did the same too.

"My bad. Anyways, get out so I can shower."

"No I'm still blow drying my hair." He picked up the blow drier that fell into the sink and began to blow dry his hair again.

"You asshole, I'm trying to shower."

"I was here first you dick!" He shouted.

To be fair, he had a point. He was in the bathroom before me. But I wanted to be in and out before the other guys came.

"Well then I'm showering while you're in here."
I say as I began to pull my shirt off and watched him look away. Which was weird since we have the same thing.

"W-Whatever." He faced the mirror as I took the rest of my clothes off and stepped into the shower.

Weird