Conversation Camp [GxG]

Nineteen: Gosh, I Hate People

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TRIGGER WARNING: Homophobia/Verbal Abuse

 "I promise I'm not a heartless monster," Sam says against my ribcage.

"I believe you."

"None of you will ever follow my rules." I hear the nurse's defeated voice from outside the room.

"Of course." Someone else says.

Sam and I pull apart and turn to the person standing before us.

"I came here to see how you were doing, but Sam beat me to it," Chlo says, annoyed.

"Um, I'm glad you came?" I say, still not understanding why she's acting like she is. Folding my arms, I say, "I thought we were no longer friends."

"I was just mad. But I'm ready to listen." Chlo says.

"You were just mad? This isn't about you, Chlo! You can't just make me feel like absolute crap and ruin my day, then come back and tell me you were just mad."

Sam looks between us and then juts her thumb toward the door. "I'll be outside," she mumbles, and then she leaves.

"I'm sorry," Chlo says. "You've been the one refusing to tell me anything!"

I narrow my eyes at her. "That's because I didn't know how you'd react!"

"But you decided Sam should know?! You barely even know her!" Chlo yells. "Just f*cking tell me, Victoria. It's not that hard!"

Chlo's never cussed me out before. That slightly scared me because I didn't know who she'd become.

I stare at her, bothered by her behavior. "Fine."

I recount everything to her with my head in my hands, starting from the time when Sam and I were stuck in the cave until the party where she got drugged. I even tell her the real reason that I had to move cabins.

Chlo looks at me, but I can't quite read her expression. "So . . . what? Are you, like, gay now?"

After everything I told her, this is all she cares about.

"I—I don't know, that's not the point—"

"I can't believe this," she says, shaking her head. "I feel so weird. I don't even know you anymore." She hugs herself with her arms.

"Yes you do, I'm still me."

Chlo looks away.

"No, you're not. You kissed a girl." She says, leaning away from me a bit.

I stare at her with pleading eyes. "I know, but I—"

"I can't even look at you."

"Chlo you're overreacting."

"Don't tell me I'm overreacting," she snaps suddenly. "I should've known you'd turn out like this. You're . . . disgusting."

***

"I need to end this," I whisper to myself after Sam enters the room.

"What did you say?" She asks.

I look at her as if I'm taking in her beauty for the last time.

I take a deep breath. "I—I'm sorry. I'm aware I got mad when you said it, but this is just too much right now. All of this."