SLAUGHTER CAMP — XAVIER PLYMPTON
(warnings: mild swearing, ed mention, small reference of sex)
“’Where’s the beef?’” Trevor and Chet cheered in unison as the television went about screening it’s nightly tv programs, causing everyone else but Brooke to laugh.
Cassie took a seat by Chet, leaning into his side since Xavier wasn’t holding his promise as strong as she hoped.
She took his beer out of his hand easily, a complaint escaping from Chet’s mouth, “If you’re not sober enough to keep an eye on your own drinks, then don’t have them, Clancy.”
“Whatever, Cass. If you’re still not high the morning after, then you didn’t smoke it right.”
Trevor was caught up in the conversation, an amused and confused look on his face, Montana not hesitating on aiding him with that confusion. “Chet and Cassie went quick at Xavier’s apartment on his birthday.”
“Oh. Oh.” Trevor realised as Montana chuckled.
“That wasn’t funny Montana, do you know how much those sheets cost me?” Xavier scoffed, “I- those were grade a linens, and you guys messed those up in five minutes!”
“Don’t worry, Xavier, we get it, it wasn’t you with Cassie in bed.” Montana retorted, snickering.
Everything was going smoothly until the wicked witch of west Hollywood walked in, making a statement, “Boys and girls together after dark.”
“Ms. Booth, I think we’re in danger.” Brooke piped.
“Yes,” Margaret agreed, “We are in danger. From sin.”
Cassie rolled her eyes, and Xavier began to speak, “Brooke's just jumpy 'cause she got a prank call. It freaked her out.”
“Well, the locals think I'm crazy for reopening this camp to create a sanctuary of fresh air and exercise to purify the soul. But I refuse to let fear dictate my life. We've got a big day tomorrow. Lights out in exactly minutes.”
Cassie groaned, nearly catching onto something with Chet when Margaret decided to open her mouth again, “The boys will leave,” But that didn’t stop the pair, leading them to share a quick kiss, “And remove themselves from tempation.”
Ray sighed, as well did the others, the boys getting up and gathering.
“You gonna make us pray the boners away?”
Cassie laughed, eyeing her boy-toy from earlier, “You might be late on that,” She snickered, “I think Chet’s already got one!”
Cassie’s words didn’t affect Margaret, as she continued to preach what she believed in, “A clean body is a clean mind. How many times do I have to go over the rules; boys shower at night. No exceptions.” She paused, “Now go wash the filth off so you can wake up pure and refreshed for morning prayer.”
The girls waved to the boys, and Montana even fit in a ‘bye’ for Margaret.
“She has got to get laid, otherwise it’s gonna be a long summer.” The blonde joked, chuckling afterwards before sitting besides Brooke, Cassie sitting across from them.
“Look, some dickhead broke into your apartment and attacked you. That's got to be super scary.” Cassie nodded in agreement with Montana, “Yeah, I know it’s the summer and all, but even I would like to have some privacy.”
Cassie crossed her arms, her mind going places and getting uncomfortable, “I knew somebody who got attacked by that guy, too. She was super shaked from the incident, went to a doctor for it and everything.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair.
“In conclusion, you’ve gotta be that low to be attacking someone by going in through their window; easy as hell. You’d think he’d have enough to go attack someone in the daylight.”
Brooke sniffled, “I can’t be making this up.”
“Trauma's a bitch.” Montana said, “When I was six, my mom sent me away to fat camp. I was a bit chubs but super cute.”
“I'd never been away from home before. I was so scared; every night, I'd huddle underneath my covers, praying for the sun to come up. Every sound was the bogeyman. Every shadow was a monster trying to eat me. But sometimes a shadow is just a shadow.”
“So the camp helped you face your demons?” Brooke asked, with Montana replying with a quick answer.
“Fuck, no. All they taught me was to nom and vom. But the point is, if you imagine the worst, that's all you see. You don't have to imagine the worst when it's already happened.”
“Wait, all you did was kiss?”
“That's what first base means.”
“Maybe for you.”
“If he gets dibs on Montana, I get first shot at Brooke.” Ray interjected, joining Trevor and Chet’s conversation.
“Wait, who does that leave for me?” Chet asked, genuinely questioning the other two.
“I thought you knew already, man.” Xavier spat, “Cassie. You two know each other well enough, right?”
“Hey man, I get that you’re still mad about your linens and all, but you don’t have to go all crazy jealous on me.”
“Guys,” Trevor said, looking at the two before speaking again, “Let’s not kill each other before summer even starts.” He threw a towel over his shoulder, “I was promised a fifty buck bonus from Margaret if I kept you guys from showing claws.”
“That name is reserved for business associates and acquaintances; my boys never call me that.”
“Fine. What the hell, daddy?” Xavier exhaled out of frustration, opening his mouth once again to express himself, “You know, it's illegal to threaten someone over the phone. Not to mention stalking them.”
“You always underestimate yourself, X. That is your problem. But you are a goddamn Rembrandt. Do you think that I would give up a Rembrandt?”
“Look, I'm grateful for all that you've done for me...”
“I found you in MacArthur Park, a needle in your arm, your blue jeans damp from your own piss. I cleaned you up, inside and out.”
Blake continued to talk, “Little piece of advice, by the way: if you're trying to run away, don't leave a forwarding address for your paychecks at the aerobics studio.” He chuckled afterwards, “You are dumb as you are pretty,”
“And you are very, very pretty.”
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