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Chapter 6
He managed to dodge her for a total of twelve glorious minutes. That is, until she spotted him behind Pledge Rover joining in the cries of 'chug. chug. chug.' as he encouraged the well established drinking game involving booze, a woman, and a camera. He couldn't have been more proud as he watched Rover put up his hands in the air with a hearty cheer. (This must be what parents feel like when they see their kids graduate after seven years in college)
Then his eyes met hers. Pride fell and panic grew. "Excuse me gentleman." With a quick congratulatory pat on his pledges' back, he ducked, hoping he dreamed that little gleam of determination in her eye.
But as usual, no such luck.
"Oh, no, no, no." He gritted his teeth as he lifted one leg high, for all intent and purposes, to move forward. But she held tight, her little fists grabbing even more material of the back of his shirt to hold him still. "You're not going anywhere, Cap." She pulled back roughly, making him stumble slightly as he reached both arms before him, begging his brothers for help. These wonderful non-blood brothers of his watched curiously, hell bent on not interfering in a confrontation with a woman scorned. He couldn't really blame them. It was a by-law of the Kappa Tau rule book under 'reasons to save your own skin'. He cursed that clause.
"Casey." He hoped his voice sounded confident and threatening, and didn't betray exactly how scared he was. She slackened her grip slightly, and he pulled with all his might, only to be thwarted by her death grip, again. What was she bench pressing these days? Seven hundred and fifty?
"Cap..." She was using her condescending motherly-love tone. "I just want to..." She pulled him towards her roughly. "...talk." Her tone might have sounded cheerful, but he could hear how the words came scraping through her gritted teeth.
It was safe to say, he was seriously scared shit-less at this moment.
With an inspired idea (He's a Kappa Tau, how could he not have one?), he quickly dropped his shoulders and shrugged out of his favourite checkered shirt which he wore over his gray t-shirt, and while Casey stood there sputtering, he made a mad dash for it.
"Sorry, Case. Gotta go. Talk later." He yelled over his shoulder as he hopped over a few passed out individuals (He was jealous that unlike him, they were currently in a happy place) and ran out to freedom. All the while thanking Zeus for the invention of heels for women. Men look nice in them too, but that could be thanked for later.
This time, he managed to dodge her for a total of two hours and thirteen minutes, all thanks to his fellow brothers always moving just a little to their right or left to cover him when she walked in sight. It didn't help things, however, when the ZBZ's would move away to show exactly who he was cowering behind. And that was how she found him, cowering behind Beeve (In a manly way, of course) and a sheepish grin on his face.
"Hey Case. Glad to see ya." He lifted his plastic cup as a peace offering. "Jack Daniels?"
With a huff, she grabbed him by his ear and pulled him up, ignoring his string of dignified 'owowowowow'. "We need to talk." Letting his ear go, she grabbed his gray shirt in a way he couldn't shrug out of (little minx) and dragged him to their perfect confrontational spot. The closet. She shoved him in roughly and closed the door behind her. He could practically hear the ominous music playing when she turned the lock and leaned against the door with her arms crossed and a death glare on her pretty little face.
"Just so you know." Cappie said confidently as he rubbed his sore ear. "They'll notice if my body goes missing."
He expected her to smile, or at least her lips to quirk. But she looked at him wearily, and part of him deflated at the thought that this time, she really wasn't into any joking. He didn't know how to handle anything but jokes. "What gives?" She looked absolutely confused. "I thought you were on our side."
"I am on your side."
"Really? Cause back there? I didn't see you on our side. I saw you on anyone's side but our side." She looked at him expectantly, daring him to prove to her otherwise. But he couldn't.
He sighed. "Look. I just thought that it would make more sense to follow the charter." He doubted she would believe it. He didn't believe it. And he was right.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Follow the charter?"
"Yeah." He shrugged. Another attempt to grasp the only excuse he had. "The charter dictates that any decision to be made regarding the house has to be made during an official meeting."
"And you decided to follow this now?" She raised her eyebrow at him, challengingly. Her tone sarcastic. "Especially since the KT's have recently started making their meetings 'official'?" .
He fought the impulse to wince at her tone. Instead, he decided to challenge her. "You think we shouldn't do this officially?"
"Oh, I think we should do this officially." She said quickly, not missing a beat. "But I also know that you have never done anything officially. So, why start now?"
"Maybe we want to turn over a new leaf."
"That is as likely as the KT's getting a 4.0 GPA."
And, she insulted him. "Hey, you never know. Miracles can happen." His tone was dead serious. And so was he.
She faltered slightly under his hardened gaze. "I just..." She finally looked away, tired. "...don't get why you wouldn't let them agree to this. You said it yourself, you wanted to help."
"I do want to help." That, at least, was true. He hoped she could see his sincerity.
"Then...why?" She looked at him helplessly. Cappie cursed himself inwardly. Did she have to have Bambi eyes?
"I..." What could he say? It's not like she made it easy for him to lie to her. "...I don't know." He finally let out with a defeated sigh. He honestly didn't. Maybe Freud's ghost could shed some light.
She eyed him curiously, his sincerity probably confusing her. "But you do want to help us, right?" Her eyes held fear, as if the answer was something she didn't want to hear.
He got what she was saying. She wanted to know if he was still willing to help her. How could she ask him that? "Yeah. Of course." His tone was soft, his eyes giving her the meaning behind his words. "I want to help."
She held his gaze wordlessly for a minute, as if dissecting the true meaning behind what he just told her. "Okay."
He shrugged, at an attempt to be casual about it. "Okay." But his eyes stayed resolutely on hers, ruining the effect he wanted.
She gulped unconsciously at the way he looked at her, and he followed the movement slowly. From her lips, down her throat, to rest on the crevice of soft skin that tasted salty whenever she was nervous, like now. "Okay." She whispered again. Softer this time, effectively breaking into his thoughts and forcing his eyes to snap up.
He nodded, his own lips dry. There was something off about this. When had she gotten so close that she had to tilt her head up? When had he moved so close that her warm breath practically tickled the bottom of his chin? His heart skipped a beat as it maddeningly continued beating at a crazy pace. The blood pumping through his veins were drowned out by her heavy breathing. He hardly noticed that his own breath was coming out ragged, just like hers. Her eyes widened as she stood her ground, her lips parting softly, like an invitation. His gaze fell on them, her lips, which he never got to touch, or taste. And God, did he love how they taste. As if by his own volition, he moved forward. Part of him expecting her to stop him, shove him back, do anything. But she didn't. Because the next thing he registered was that his eyes had closed, and his lips were on hers. Softly, experimentally... and she wasn't moving away.
TBC
A/N - Sorry about the cliffhanger. I've never really done it before, and thought I'd try it..lol.. :P.. Anyways, please tell me what you think about the progression of the story.
