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"I didn't instigate shit. You bumped into me."

"Right, instigate a confrontation with me and then tell me to shut up, christ you’re just oozing maturity aren’t you." He rolled his eyes, straightening out his shirt.

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"Dude, shut up. Whatever your name is."

"Yeah okay bro. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

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"You bumped into me, Bro. Don't try and turn it around."

"Thaaats nice. Great attitude, really, keep it up champ. Maybe if you walked with your eyes open once in a while you wouldnt run into people."

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"Move the fuck out of my way kid. Can't you see me walking here?"

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I'm right here, Isaac. -brushes a strand of hair away from his forehead- I can do that, but how?

I- I think I'm having a panic attack

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Camden waited until Sam had disappeared before following. Being caught would compromise his social life and ruin him. But there was something about Sam that drove him up the wall. It was his eyes, his lips and that charm. Camden cleared his throat as he moved away and headed to the locker room. Once there he stripped as well, finding Sam. Slowly he walked up behind the brunette, grabbing him roughly by the shoulders to scare him. After that he gently slid his hands down the front of his body till they came to stop at his waist. "Boo."

Sam hesitated for a moment before nodding, blushing when the jock kissed his forehead. The teen made his way into the locker room and found it empty, perfect considering what they were doing. He grabbed a towel and stripped down until he was in his boxers, looking around sheepishly before pulling them down to his ankles and kicking them off. He made his way into the showers with his towel and hung it on a hook, turning the faucet on and watching as steam filled the room, stepping under it and moaning softly as it warmed him.

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Camden didn't try to change the other's mind. If he wanted to pay he'd allowed that. "Have I asked you where you're from yet? That accent is something."

“‘M always hungry really. Usually why I always want food,” he teased. Though he did raise a brow at the last thing the boy said, shaking his head. “Oh no, mate. Dun worry about it. I’ll pay for me own. But hot dogs it is.”

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[folds Isaac into his arms] Don't be sad, okay?

I- I think I'm having a panic attack

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"Yes." He replied, cupping his cheek. "How about you get in the shower first? I can join you afterword." He offered with a peck to the forehead. 

Sam looked into Camden’s eyes when the jock’s hands met his shoulders, not sure how to reply to him. “Y-Yeah?” He asked hesitantly, desperate to hear a yes.

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Camen rested his large hands on his shoulders, giving them a squeeze. The gesture was intimate and rushed, but he knew it would get the reaction he wanted out of Sam. "I do. I really do."

Sam’s breathing hitched in his throat as Camden leaned down and kissed him, but he didn’t fight it. This was exactly what he wanted from the older teen, right? “You… You really want me to?” He murmured softly as he pulled away to look in the jock’s eyes, still wondering if it was a joke or he was dreaming. 

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Josh Hutcherson for Teen Vogue

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I-I don't know how to stop a panic attack. Breathe, relax and I don't know. I can hold you?

I- I think I'm having a panic attack

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Do you need an inhaler? Let's get you outside, Isaac. 

I- I think I'm having a panic attack

Can’t - breathe right.

[lostlahey]

"So, anyway. Who're you?"

Hey so

"Trust me, with what I’ve seen, both could be possible."

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"Obviously not. I'm right here."

Hey so

"Everyone thinks you’re dead. Are you dead?"