I flinch at the venom in his tone.
Then he says it.
“Just wait until he finds out you’re afucking faggot.You’ll hate the way he treats you.”
My jaw clenches.I bite the inside of my cheek, anger rising like fire in my chest.
I cross my arms and take a step toward him.
“I don’t care how tall you are,” I say through gritted teeth.“You don’t get to talk to me like that.”
“Oh, so you’re finally admitting you’re gay?”he taunts, arms folded, like this is some twisted game he’s winning.
“Fuck you, Fox.”
“Youwish,” he fires back with a cocky smirk.
God, he’s insufferable.
“You seriously need to grow the hell up,” I snap.“Act like a fucking adult.And for the record?If you can’t even have the decency to talk to your roommate before throwing some booze-fueled sex rave, then yeah, wecan’tlive together.”
“Oh, you think I want to live with a fag?”he sneers, the smirk vanishing.Now he’s ice.Cold.Unapologetic.
I meet his stare without flinching.“What is your problem?Why do youhategay people so much?What are you so afraid of?”
He scoffs.“Trust me, Cam, I don’t give a shit about you.But don’t rub your gay crap all over my apartment.If you can’t handle that,move out.”
My blood is boiling now.
“Thanks for the speech,” I say coolly, grabbing my phone off the counter.“You’re so fucking mature.And you know what?Fine.Iwillmove out.You can rot in your macho little frat palace alone.”
I don’t wait for a response.I storm down the hallway and slam my door shut behind me, my heart hammering in my chest.
I need out.
Out of this apartment.
Out ofthis lifewhere people like him still get away with shit like that.
And out of whatever mess of feelings he keeps dragging me into.
7
Silent Confessions
Ishutmydoorand collapse onto the bed, my pulse still racing from that fight.My head pounds and I feel like I’m vibrating with leftover adrenaline.I grab my phone and scroll to the only number I know will answer right away—Mom.
After the third ring, she picks up.
“Cameron?Are you okay?”Her voice is thick with concern, that worried-mother edge that instantly makes me feel like a child who can’t handle life on his own.
I pinch the bridge of my nose.“Yeah… I just— I think I need to move out.”
“Move out?”she repeats, startled.“Cameron, youjustmoved in.Barely a week ago.”
“I know, but…” I hesitate.“Fox is impossible.He throws parties, smokes, drinks, does God knows what in this place—and random women are constantly crashing here.I can’t deal with it.”
There’s a pause on the other end.“Wait a minute,” she says cautiously.“Isn’t he the Chancellor’s son?Mr.William said he was a responsible kid.”
