the cherry boys • cancer crew au

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unedited.
male oc x cancer crew.
w: oc narrator. very homosexual.

my time at hippton academy for young men was one of chaos. a chaos of which i have no way to explain without starting from the beginning which was the week before lessons actually began. i don't remember how exactly i had gotten entangled with "the cherry boys." nor do i remember much of our time together or even doing any school work with them for that matter.

but i do remember the game we played.

the cherry boys, as they were called, consisted of max: a young man with effeminate features who used that to his advantage. he and his best friend were foreign exchange students from australia, loud and quite the immature lad max was. he's known to yell and scream, throwing huge tantrums whenever he didn't get his way, many of which i had witnessed and most of which i had to step in and handle.

there was chad; maxs' best friend. a large man with...very little personality, to say the least. and listen i don't mean to be rude but it seemed that whenever we interacted he was either making inappropriate jokes, inappropriate jokes at the expense of his insecurities, proving he really was insecure by sending pictures and videos of his cock to our group chat or telling me about the women he's slept with.

george: a man who was...extremely weird. half of the time he was high, babbling on about nothing important or speaking in strange voices to make us all laugh. teaching us swears in japanese, joking around, screaming out incoherent phrases in broken english around campus just for our amusement.

the other half of his time was spent on his music, something he was actually good at, and as a music production major, he was really good. i can confidently say that he was the only "cherry boy" i was truly close with...possibly even friends with.

lastly there was ian—who i wasn't so close with and it wasn't for any real reason, we didn't hate each other or anything like that, he was just a detached kind of guy. he was funny, yes, but he was also the most serious out of us all especially about work. he did a lot of our work and for nothing in return—honestly i should thank him because without ian buckling down and doing most of our work for us i might've failed my first year. though i'm grateful now; at the time i was maybe a little intimidated by him. i feared he might use my lack of motivation as blackmail against me.

like i said i don't really remember how i had met them but i do remember our shenanigans, i remember how they ruled the academy and by proxy of association, i did too. they were nice enough to me but that was because i was on friendly terms with them all. they were cutthroat to anybody they had thought was an enemy to their rightful throne. and so was i.

the game. that god awful game chad had came up with. for context our relationships were all horrible from the beginning, our relationships were rooted in jealousy and our only commonality was our larger than life egos.

and what had started out as an innocent competition between a group of unruly lads slowly morphed into a cancerous, psychological dance. our complicated relationships had became even more toxic then they already were.

hipptons' sister school, ironically, the academy for young women was only a short few blocks away. with lax visitation rules between schools it was easy getting in and out of the womens' dormitories and on their campus so naturally; we'd spend free time tormenting our female peers just for the fun of it.

it was chads' idea in the first place—the silly little game—who could get the most women to confess their love to us? at first george, ian, max and i were opposed to the idea, it seemed like too much time to invest in something so trivial as 'who had the most 19 year old girls in love with them.' max and george were the first to cave, then ian and lastly me. i tried to hold out, because morally i disagreed with the whole thing, but eventually gave in to peer pressure.

four months of romancing and breaking the hearts of those who were actually interested in me, who didn't deserve what i put them through because they were honest and good people that got mixed up in petty bullshit. it was four months of torture, a torture i have to chronicle not just because i'll probably go insane with guilt keeping it to myself but for those who i've hurt all over a stupid game.

the cherry boys of hippton academy: chad, ian, george, max and, unfortunately, me; were holier than god himself.