I slowly walked towards the exit of the dormitory and discreetly opened the door.
"Campus security is now very high, this is no time to get caught, Max! "
I was afraid above all that David would fall on me. It was particularly difficult for me to explain my presence in the toilets when Chloe died. Moreover, since the funeral, I still hadn't found the courage to contact Joyce...
No one in sight
I was just beginning to approach the school compound, to go to who knows where, when I saw beams of flashlights.
"Great. Fleeing in ninja mode, aborted," I thought. Murphy's law did seem to apply to me.
I refused to go back to my room, this idea made me sick. There was no way to disturb poor Kate who, in addition to looking after me, had to face a mountain of problems. Shot down, I was getting ready to go in room, when I remembered Warren's text message. I checked my cell phone. He sent it to me less than 15 minutes ago. Maybe he was still awake? Without thinking, I headed for the boys' dormitory.
Once I arrived I was preparing to knock on his door when I finally got my brain working again. "Well, come on, Max, it's perfectly normal to knock on Warren's door at almost 1:30 in the morning. Yes, nothing more normal! And what am I going to say to him? ". I was turning around when the door opened.
"Max? Is that you ?"
"Oh, hi Warren," I replied nonchalantly as if it were quite normal for me to be here. In the boys' dormitory. At 1:30 in the morning. Max Caulfield, queen of poker face!
"What are you doing here? »
"Uh... I... I... ». My brain freezed.
"Do you want to come in? "Warren asked kindly.
"I don't want to disturb you."
Warren gave me a big smile:
"You don't bother me at all," he says hastily. I was watching some episodes of X-Files. »
A silence of a few seconds set in :
"Is it my legendary and mysterious charm that intimidates you, Scully? Or the idea of entering the lair of a wild and manly man... »
In spite of myself I couldn't hold back a little laugh
"No way, Mulder! "I replied.
Warren did a little pirouette and let me in, "If you, Miss, would you mind entering my humble cave."
Actually, I was a little curious about what this incorrigible geek's room might look like. I was expecting various posters of SF series, fluorescent lamps, some DVDs and figures of multiple manga of all kinds. What a surprise. Certainly, DVDs and multiple posters (Dr. Who, X-files, Stargate, Pulp Fiction, etc...) were well present but in much greater numbers than I expected. Stowed in a small wooden cabinet were also an incredible number of books of all kinds, although SF predominated. The room was pretty tidy, except for a few t-shirts lying around in his desk chair.
"So? Verdict?" Warren asked.
"Not bad. For a guy's room , i mean."
"Victory! Warren once again wins the trophy for best room of the year. Thank you Dad, thank you Mom, without you I would never have succeeded! Of course I...
I interrupted him with a little punch in the shoulder. "Stay humble, Graham."
"My apologies Miss Caulfield. It's the emotion! "he pretended to drop a tear.
Warren was an incorrigible idiot. But that's what I liked about him. He made me laugh in spite of myself.
"Let's not talk much, let's talk well. What are we looking at? X-files, Time slip or are you in an adventurous mood? I have The Goonies. Unless of course you prefer a romantic comedy...Twilight? Oh oh and above all a very important question: sweet or salty popcorn? It's not an insignificant choice, you know..."
