It turned out his camp counsellor would be Alfie, which according to Caspar, was fantastic. He briefly remembered Caspar mentioning on the bus that Alfie was his favourite counsellor because he was the least likely person to send someone to isolation. The four boys followed this so called "Alfie" to cabin two. As they entered, Tyler said "I call the bed closest to the bathroom. You don't look this gorgeous for nothing."
So he is full of himself, Troye thought.
Troye decided to pick a bed close to a window. Hopefully the moonlight would be enough to hide his fear of dark places. He unpacked quickly, and then decided it would be best to take a walk around the grounds before dinner to familiarize himself with his surroundings. Caspar seemed to be in the bathroom, so he left discreetly. It wasn't that he didn't like Caspar, he was just so used to being on his own all the time. He hadn't had friends in a long time, and wasn't used to the idea of people actually liking him. Besides, he needed time to calm himself down. Being around Tyler so closely was making it hard to breathe. Why must somebody be so beautiful? It was unfair.
As he made his way around the campground, he breathed in the crisp, forest air and enjoyed the sounds of nature around him. This may not have been the summer he had hoped it would be, but he would try his best to make it a positive experience for himself. Perhaps his dad would back off a bit if Troye came back gay.
Back at cabin two, it didn't take Caspar long to realize that Troye had left. "Where did Troye go?" he asked.
Tyler was the first to answer "Oh, is that what you call that delectable piece of ass you've been talking to? He just left; didn't say where he was going, either. So have you staked your claim, or is he up for grabs?"
"Shut the fuck up Tyler," Casper growled. "Troye doesn't say much, but he doesn't need to for me to know that he's perfect. He doesn't need a mess like you throwing themselves at him. In fact, he told me he only believes in committed relationships, which sucks for you."
Tyler smirked, "Calm down, ladybird. Don't you think Troye is enough of a big boy to decide what he wants for himself? I'll simply give him a choice. He may have said he's only interested in relationships, but clearly he hasn't met me yet if he's saying that."
"You know it's kind of sad," said Caspar. "For some reason, you think everyone loves you. In reality, you're a self-obsessed man whore. Get over yourself."
"How many people have you slept with here, Caspar?" questioned Tyler. "Last time I checked, it was more than me."
"I'd hope so since I've been to this camp more times than you…"
In between the argument, Marcus decided to see where Troye went. Marcus and Tyler were best friends, although Marcus didn't always agree with his friend's tendencies to well… sleep around. He felt bad for Troye. It was the first day of camp, and he already had people fighting over 'who owned him.'
He found Troye beside the lake, sitting under a tree. "Hey," he said as he got closer, "mind if I join you?"
Troye shook his head, and patted the ground beside him.
"I came to warn you. Although Tyler is my best friend, he is a bit looney. Anyways, long story short, Tyler wants in your pants." Troye's eyes widened.
"He is very persistent; he likes to get what he wants. However, if you want to say no and he doesn't stop annoying you, just let me know. I can put him in his place pretty quickly."
"Thank you," Troye whispered.
A ringing noise sounded throughout the camp. "Oh, that means it's dinner time. If you'd like, you can sit with Tyler and me. I promise I'll shut him up if he starts to get on your nerves. If you want to sit with Caspar though, that's cool too. You're going to realize shortly, though, that Tyler and Caspar don't get along whatsoever. I'd sit with you and Caspar if Tyler wouldn't rip me apart for it. He's a sweet guy when he wants to be, I swear. Camp just brings out the worst in him."
Troye nodded, and got up. He offered his hand to Marcus who he then pulled up, as they made their way to the mess hall together.