Cappie's Girl
Who'd have thought that while Cappie had a hot blonde next to him, planting hickeys on his neck, he'd be watching her dance? Who's have thought that while the DJ blasted music that made said blonde grind against him, he'd watch her gyrate alone? Alice was just a friend of his in his English Lit class. A casual friendship that rarely left the classroom and had only once made it to his room. Though it was only this year when he was in a Casey slump and wanted to clean everything. They had spent the day lying on top of his sheets watching Gilmore Girls. Now they were on spring break and things were different for both of them.
Cappie looked over and watched her acting cool and collected in the VIP room opposite his. How had Alice gotten into the VIP room? Had one of the guys invited her up? She sat with some of the pledges, talking and laughing. How had she done it? Only three days prior had she been just another student sitting in class with a battered copy of Valiant in her lap and now she had the pledges staring at her as though she were a piece of meat. Despite their hungry stares, when Alice wanted to dance, they shied away. One of the bolder ones led her to the dance floor and she wrapped her arms around his neck, twisting her hips forward towards his. The pledge's hands gripped her hips somewhat shyly and, for some reason, Cappie felt a surge of anger. How dare he touch her like that! Sure Alice had put his hands there in the first place but it was still his girl!
Whoa. His girl? Where had that come from? Sure Alice was a girl he could talk to and joke with but she wasn't his girl. Not by a long shot. He had a hot blonde doing things with her tongue that should have sent them straight up to his room but instead his blood ran hot for another reason.
"You really ought to tell her you know." the blonde said suddenly.
"What?" Cappie asked surprised.
"That girl. You should tell her how you feel about her."
"Alice's just a friend of mine."
"Right. Is that why when she came over to talk earlier you hung on every word she said like she was the Queen of Sheba? I've noticed that when you're not pretending to be interested in me, you're looking at her."
"She's just a friend." He repeated. Cappie tried to focus on the Alice who acted serious during class discussions, not the one who was grinding against one of his pledges. He thought about the girl who wore ratty jeans and men's button down shirts to class, not the girl who was wearing a sundress the day she crawled through his bedroom window with season one of Gilmore Girls and a gallon tub of Ben & Jerry's. Dear God it nearly made his heart stop to think that while he had been freaking out over Casey, Alice had ditched one of the rare dates she had to scale a building in a dress carrying a bag of goodies.
"I've got more sense than to waste my time with someone who won't be screaming my name."
Cappie watched as the blonde left, swaying her hips to catch the eye of another warm body. Looking over at Alice he realized she had probably found hers. In any case, why would it matter? She was just a friend.