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Re: Cameron/Dustin, 1a/?

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Cameron really just couldn’t sit back and watch it happen. College kids, even at Harvard, can be fucking cruel. Cameron lucked out genetically; no one would dare do some of the things he sees some less fortunate (smaller) students subjected to. Everyone’s pretty much afraid of the Winklevoss twins as they damn well should be, and Cameron’s not really one for random acts of kindness, but he’s nicer than his brother, and.

Well. The Moskovitz kid is in his Art History class, and they’ve never really talked, but he’s a cool cat. He’s never hurt anyone, Hell, Cameron doesn’t think he’s ever heard an insulting word come out of Dustin’s mouth. He’s funny, he’s cute, and he’s.

He’s gay. Cameron knows that, everyone knows that. He’s also singled out by a select few students for that reason, which is. Terrible. And unfortunate. And undeserved. No one even attempts that shit with Cameron, again, because of his size, and Cameron doesn’t think that’s fair.

That’s the only reason he steps into it. Justice. He knew he could stop it and if he didn’t, who else would? So when he heard the three letter word being whispered in Dustin’s direction, when he saw a slip of paper being passed back and when he saw Dustin open it and when he saw that look in his eyes, he felt some weird kind of twinge in his heart and he couldn’t let it go.

The boy who sent the note back was sitting right in front of him. “Hey,” he growled in a whisper, leaning forward to touch the guy’s shoulder, “I really think you should watch who you decide to pick on.” There was a clear threat there and the guy realized it, because he stopped smirking at Dustin’s pain and promptly turned back around.

He turns around again and catches Dustin’s eye over a few rows of chairs - his eyes are wide, gawking at Cameron before he manages to recover, crumpling the note and tossing it aside to the floor. Cameron turns back around to face the professor, but as the class is wrapping up, he can’t think about much except Dustin’s wide eyes, flapping flustered lips.

Although, he should know better than to expect it to end there, because about two days later (two days of thinking about almost nothing but Dustin, Dustin, Dustin) on his way to class, he finds Dustin in the hallway, pressed into a corner and surrounded by a semicircle of three guys, all bigger than him but much smaller than Cameron himself. Cameron can’t hear what they’re saying, doesn’t wait to, doesn’t want to, before stepping in (meanwhile, wondering why the hell he’s doing this, but not stopping himself).

He catches one of the instigators on his shoulder, spins him around and gives him his fiercest look, which is pretty fierce. “What are you guys doing?”

Cameron doesn’t recognize the bully as someone he knows, but he is certainly someone he can cream easily. The buddy furrows his brows and glares at Dustin, who had that same helpless, flustered look, but the edges of fear were clear in his eyes. “We’re not doing anything.”

“Grow up a little and leave him alone, will you?” Cameron glares, and when one of the boys sneers at Dustin before sauntering off, the other two follow.

Dustin gawks at Cameron as the group walks away. “I-I, uh, you - uh…. Why did you…? I mean, that didn’t involve you.”

“Are you okay?”