So The Truth Comes Out (BoyxBoy)

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Chapter One

Picture of Cameron

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(Cameron’s P.O.V.)

Another fucking day. I tapped by fingers in anticipation for the school bell to ring. I stared at the clock, trying to use my Jedi Mind Tricks to make time go faster, they were just too shy to activate themselves. The bell finally rang. I grabbed my backpack and headed for the door.

“Uh—Mr. Wynter.” I stopped in my tracks, ugg! What did he want? I turned around to see my English teacher waving for me to come over. I walked over to him and he just stared at me.

He cleared his throat then stood up “Mr. Wynter, you are getting an F in my class, care to explain?”

I smirked at him “I already speak English, unless—can you not understand me? Am I speaking a foreign language? Honestly Mr. D” I sat on his desk “It’s useless, I have already got my English in for my lifetime, no need to be learning more, it’s a waste of my brain space.” He was not amused with my logic

Mr. D exhaled “Cameron…I have read papers you write—“

“Pretty bad huh?”

“No. They are my favorite to read, you put so much voice into them. It’s like you are right there giving me the speech. But the thing is, I only get them twice a school year.”

“Yeah, sorry to break it to you, but I don’t care.” I blurted out

“Will you just try?”

I jumped off his desk and took and apple then walked off. I turned around and faced him then took a bite “Sure thing” He smiled a bit then went back to doing paperwork.

I was dreading for the hectic day ahead of me. You see… me and my family have to pack up some stuff and take it over to this therapist guy’s house, Charlie? I think that’s his name, if not, oh well, fuck him. We have to stay at his house while he examines us. Like what the fuck? We aren’t some project. Fuck I hate people sometimes. Anywhore…I was talking to the dude and he said that there is only one spare room, and you know what? My parents said ‘Me, your father, and your little sister are taking that room.’ I was shocked. But hey, I don’t wanna smell angry sex and farts all night long. So the Charlie dude said I could share a bed with his son, because he has a California King. I mean, I am straight, and I know that, so it doesn’t bother me. But apparently it bothered the other kid because I heard him yelling at his dad from the other end of the phone. He was like ‘Dad! I’m not a fag!’ and what not. I shudder at that word-- fag…I mean it’s so uncalled for. And another thing---

“Heeeeey Cameron.” I snapped out of my thought as I saw Austin and his friend walking up to me as I headed for my house.

“What’s up buddy?” Austin cooed. GOD! This guy is a prick—and nothing like the kind of prick I was—He was…he was…asdfghkl I just want to knock that dude out and go ‘In your face bi-ach!’ But sadly that wasn’t the case. As Austin was about the same weight as me, he was muscle, and I was not. I don’t have a chance.

“Oh hiya Austin!” I waved half-heartedly

“What are you doing out here Cam?” He teased and pushed my chest

“Oh ya know. I was counting the elephants in the sky” I looked and pointed up “Oh look! There goes one now! Beautiful, ain’t it?”

“You know what’s more beautiful?” He asked, before I could answer he started up again “You. In a dumpster.” He grabbed ahold of my t-shirt and I was on my tippy-toes