Filed to story: That Campus Prince Is a Girl
A place like this wasn’t going to be nestled in the middle of downtown, after all.
Cameron reached for the door handle to get out, but Bradley gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
She turned back. “Brad?”
He looked at her with unexpected seriousness. “Cameron, just be prepared. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, we leave. No hesitation.”
“Huh?”
‘What is this place, some kind of crime den?’
She didn’t have to wonder for long.
Bradley led her to the entrance, and the moment they walked in, it became obvious.
One glance into the dance floor was enough, men holding each other close, dancing in ways that made Bradley instinctively furrow his brows.
It wasn’t judgment. Just a gut-level reaction. He was, after all, straight. But still… He turned to look at the “boy” standing silently beside him.
Cameron stood just at the threshold, taking everything in.
Her eyes swept across the room without much reaction at first. But after a second look, she froze.
‘Wait. It’s… all guys?’
Another second passed.
Oh, Ohhh
That was what made this bar so different”
Still, Cameron’s lace remained relatively calm, het expression hand to read.
Bradley studied her, but found no visible discomfort. The place was loud, the music thumping through the floor, lights spinning through every calie
He leaned in slightly to be heard. “Wanna go in?”
Cameron nodded. “We’re already here.”
Bradley blinked.
“He really doesn’t mind? Maybe… he has always been…
His lips curved into a faint, involuntary smile.
They took a booth and sat side by side. Bradley ordered two cocktails.
Meanwhile, Cameron leaned back with her arms crossed, quietly observing the dance floor, where couples swayed and held each other close. All of them were men.
It was her first time seeing something like this in person. Honestly? It was kind of fascinating.
Colorful lights flickered across the room, synchronized with the deep bass of the music. The entire place radiated a pulsing, unapologetic energy.
Naturally, the moment they stepped in, heads turned.
They were both striking. Cameron’s delicate, boyish look beside Bradley’s clean-cut features made them an instant visual standout.
But since they’d arrived together, no one approached them.
Bradley noticed how intently Cameron was watching everything. She hadn’t looked away once. And for some reason, it stirred something in him, something he couldn’t quite name.
He turned his gaze on her and let it linger. After a while, he casually lifted his arm and rested it on the back of the booth behind her.
Cameron sat up straight, so he didn’t actually touch her. But from anyone else’s perspective, it looked like he had his arm around her.
Together, with their looks and chemistry, they made an undeniably striking pair.
Cameron had been quietly watching the dance floor for a while before finally turning to Bradley, “Brad, how did you ever find this placar Do you th here often?”
Bradley hesitated, lips curling into a helpless smile.
‘Thanks a lot, Eddie.’
This whole trip had been Eddie’s idea.
He handed Cameron a cocktail, and they clinked glasses. “Just every now and then,” Bradley said.
Cameron took a slow sip, her eyes locked on him, and suddenly everything clicked.
‘So he’s gay.’
The BL novel rec, and this particular bar….
Bradley wasn’t just showing her the place. He was coming out to her, gently, carefully.
She got it.
Cameron smiled and said, “This place is kind of fun.”
She chose to be supportive.
Bradley blinked.
‘Fun?’
He didn’t quite agree. Even though it was already his second visit, something about watching men openly flirt and dance together still made his straight- guy nerves bristle a bit.
And yet, he couldn’t stop looking at Cameron’s face. That sharp, delicate profile, framed by the flashing lights, somehow made it all easier to take in.
Because the truth was, Bradley wasn’t interested in the scene. He was interested in Cameron.
Gender didn’t matter, not when it came to her.
Bringing her here tonight had been his way of testing the waters.
And now he knew.
‘Cam could accept this kind of relationship. Maybe this has always been his version of love. Which would explain why he’s been so deeply, instinctively against the idea of marrying Amelia.’
Bradley’s smile deepened slightly as he set his drink down. “Cameron, let’s head out.”
“Already?” Cameron looked surprised. “We just got here.”
Bradley blinked.
‘You don’t want to leave?”
“I just want to finish my drink,” Cameron added casually, lifting her glass again.
‘Wouldn’t want to waste good liquor.’
She said she was going to finish it, so he picked up his own glass and downed it in one go.
Cameron, meanwhile, was still sipping at hers, eyes calmly scanning the dance floor like she was watching a stage play Har tone was inhtara drink like that, Brad, and you’re going to end up wasted.”
Bradley blinked.
Eventually, Cameron finished her drink too. The two of them stood and walked out of the bar together.
The moment they stepped outside, a valet approached. “Need a designated driver?”
“Yes,” Cameron said
Of course yes, they both drank.
She checked her phone. It wasn’t even ten o’clock yet. They’d only stayed inside for maybe fifteen minutes, not exactly worth a one-hour drive
Still, she’d made the trip. Now all that was left was the ride home.
They got into the backseat of the car. As soon as the door closed, Bradley leaned back and closed his eyes, head tilted toward the window like he was already dozing off.
Cameron, despite the alcohol, felt perfectly clear-headed. She looked out the window, watching the streets slide by in reverse.
‘That really wasn’t as fun as I thought it’d be.’
Then, suddenly, something heavy pressed against her shoulder.
Cameron turned and found Bradley slumped against her, fast asleep.
