Chapter Two

A/N: Wow! Thank you so much for all of the reviews! So just a disclaimer, there may be mentions of sororities/fraternities and I have very little knowledge on them. So if there is a detail that is incorrect, I apologize. I have nothing against the greek system. In other news, here's chapter two! (Sorry for my Percy followers. I will try to get an update soon.)

I didn't try to get revenge on the dryer stealer. After painting my nails I remembered that I absolutely did have other responsibilities, like that bio test that I should have been studying for. I flipped through my notes for the fifth time that night before dragging my empty basket back to the laundry room. This time my dryer was being hovered over by a small blonde roommate. Luckily for her, it was my roommate.

"Hey Liz." She looked startled that someone was walking toward the dryer. She smiled relieved when she saw it was just me.

"Hey Cammie. Is this your dryer?" I started scooping my clothes out of it.

"One of them." I muttered under my breath. Her eyebrows furrowed together questioningly but she let the comment slide.

"I was just about to fold it but I thought it would be rude." Finally someone else understands the laundry room etiquette.

"What are you doing here so late Liz?" I saw her open organic chemistry book and about a hundred colored note cards scattered on the same counter I had occupied an hour earlier.

"I just got back from the labs and was reviewing my notes from today."

Of course she was. Liz was the smartest freshman on campus. Even though it was only her first year some how she was already taking sophomore and some junior level classes. She turned back to her notes and her fingers were tracing the hexagons of chemical structures in the air.

"Don't wear yourself out. Your brain might explode with all that knowledge." She was broken out of her trance and smiled at me.

"Are you kidding? This is the fun part!" She turned her dryer on and went back into whatever was on the inside of her head. She probably had a lot of little Liz's running around conducting experiments. I left her to her own space and started my way towards the door. But I did make sure to pause in front of that dryer to see someone else had a new cycle going. Just missed him.

I dragged my laundry back to my room and threw open my book again. Maybe seeing Liz so concentrated gave me that motivation to keep studying. I turned to the review questions for the chapter and started reading. I got through the first question correctly and felt confident. I was going to ace this test.

Question 2. The aorta transfers blood…. The words were getting blurry and my face was getting closer to the page. It's B.

"Cam." I felt someone shake my shoulder.

I glanced down to where my face was resting on the book. I glanced at the answer for question 2. D. Damn.

"Cam. Why don't you go to bed?" I don't know who said it. Maybe Liz? Or Bex? I just remember stumbling to my room and grabbing one of my fresh t-shirts to sleep in. It was still warm and smelled great. What kind of detergent did I use this time? I'll figure it out in the morning. And then I slept.

I felt something land across my head and opened my eyes to see floral print.

"Uhm." I reached up and removed a scarf that landed on me. I wish I could say that was the only thing that was thrown all over our room. In the middle of it all I saw Bex and Macey tearing through Bex's closet.

"Uh guys?" Finally Bex noticed the mess they had made.

"Oh sorry to wake you Flash." She took the scarf from my hand and continued eyeing clothes.

"What are you doing?" My voice still sounded groggy. Macey just held up a green dress and a pair of pumps as if eyeing if they matched. She discarded the dress to the floor.

"Rush week is coming up and we're trying to find the perfect first day outfit. It's a tea party in the garden." My face scrunched up. They were planning on rushing, but nothing sounded worse than tea in a garden.

I was slightly irritated but who wouldn't be when my whole closet got raided at, I glanced at my clock. 7:00 am!

"Do you guys have to do this right now? It's only Thursday. You have two days to decide."

Macey just ignored me and pushed the shoes towards Bex, "Try these on with your red sundress."

"I don't have a red sundress." Then Macey turned to me.

"Can Bex borrow your red sundress?" She was already searching through the closet for it before I could even say yes. "Where is it?"

"Sure." I was out of bed searching through my now clean clothes for it. Before I could pull it out from the bottom I heard Bex quip, "Nice PJs."

What was she talking about? We had been suitemates for a month she knew what my PJs looked like.
Macey turned and took the dress from me, "Who's 'Goode'?"

I finally looked down at the shirt I had slept in and saw it was bigger than my others. The front displayed "Blackthorne Soccer" and I was sure that I had never seen this shirt before. Suddenly I was turning in a circle to see the back of it before realizing I was getting no where besides making myself dizzy. I pulled it off and flipped it over. Sure enough the back had "Goode" at the top and had the number 22.

"Who's shirt is this?" I was thoroughly confused on how this shirt ended up on me.

"Wow Cam. What did you do last night?" Macey smirked at the shirt.

"Definitely black lace material."

Then a thought came rushing to me and I got mad. I threw the shirt on the ground.

"It's that stupid boy's shirt. The dryer stealer!" I didn't mean to yell, but it must have woken Liz up. She came shuffling into our room in her pinkest nightgown.

"What's going on? Cammie why are you standing in your sports bra?" I huffed and grabbed one of my shirts. I threw the boys shirt at her and she analyzed it with scientist eyes.

"Why do you have a guys shirt?" Then her eyes went wide, "Cammie did you sleep with him?"

"No. I didn't sleep with anyone." I could hear the annoyance in my voice. I paint my nails purple and all of a sudden my roommates think I'm easy. "That's the shirt from the guy last night. It must have gotten mixed up when he took my clothes out."

"Well you have to give it back. If you don't then that makes you a shirt stealer."

"I don't know how to give it back. I don't want to see him." I thought that point was obvious last night. Liz just flipped the shirt over and kept examining it.

"Well we know he plays soccer. And his last name is Goode. Most likely a freshman if he was using the laundry room in the dorms." She held the shirt up and looked through the neck hole, "And it's safe to say he's probably over six-foot."

"Sounds like a hottie." Bex was imagining what the owner looked like. I had seen him and I admit, he was pretty cute. I was toe to toe with him and he smelled like that laundry detergent that lured me to sleep last night. So yeah, he looked and smelled good but that was canceled out by his asshole nature. I shook my head and held up my hand to stop Bex's theoretical description of his abs.

"It doesn't matter. The point is I'm not going to go out of my way to find him. If he really missed it, he knew where to find me." Macey gave a nod in approval. It seemed reasonable, but leave it to Liz to think of all the possibilities.

"It could be a shirt that was passed down for generations. Or a lucky jersey! Maybe he was coming back to look for it but since he didn't have the shirt he immediately got bad luck and fell down the stairs!" She was starting to go into the that shirt is what's keeping the universe from falling apart theory. But even she said that only had a 0.02% chance of being true.

"What if that shirt is worth a lot of money and he needs it so a mob doesn't come after him?"

"Until I start seeing posters for a lost shirt, I'm not going to worry."