Sophmore Year
He doesn't see her again for a month.
He's leaving a dorm room.
Another perfectly willing slut he did not have sex with.
She's holding onto an über wasted Parker by the belt loop and trying to unlock her door with her free hand.
"Dick." Parker says with a smile and a friendly hand gesture. Jazz hands.
He watches Mac stiffen.
Say something.
Say something.
Why won't you say anything! This is your fault! We could be together if you weren't such a scared little...
He's sure if he looks at her back any longer he'll burn a hole right through her.
"Hey Parker, have a good night?"
"I hate my Women's lit professor!" She yells out with an odd kind of joy that he's very familiar with. That is the drunken state he always aimed for and so rarely was rewarded with.
Mac hasn't turned around yet. She has the key in the lock but hasn't turned it. Frozen by his presence.
His insides fucking ache at the sight of her and he can feel the desperate grab of her fingers on his skin again, the press of her mouth, the fucking taste of her.
How can one kiss from her be the best and the worst he's ever had.
He's so fucking tired of this already and Parker looks like she's about three random jazz hands away from completely passing out.
He crosses the narrow hall and wraps his hand around Mac's. He twists the key in the lock and pushes the door open.
"Good night Parker." He waits until they are both safely inside the dorm before he leaves.
He's at the end of the hall and he can swear he can hear her cry but it's probably his imagination.
Some sort of projection shit.
It takes him all of rush week before he has sex again. He's positive its the longest he's ever gone without sex.
Her name is Cindy and she's a brunette.
Yeah he knows its fucked up but he's been fucked up a long time so what does it really matter.
It feels good to say her name like that. A release or some shit.
He leaves right after. He has an ethics lecture and yeah the irony isn't exactly lost on him.
Opening the door hair a mess he stops stock still.
Mac.
In the hall, her arms wrapped around her laptop. She leans and he's sure she can see Cindy sitting on the bed sorting out her shirt. Not that the added visual is really needed the heavy smell of sex hangs on him.
She looks like she's going to be sick. Good. What? Did she think he was going to wait for her? Why wait for something that was so obviously not going to happen.
Her eyes get hard, that ancient I'm too good for you ice sharp, "stay safe." She tells him and the words just fucking cut.
He watches her walk away back straight but he can see that she's gripping her laptop too tight. He wants to say something. He wants to fucking hurt her because every time he sees her its like he's in the garage all over again and she's just ripping out the heart he just figured out how to use.
He opens his mouth, swear words and his brother and all the little things he knows about her springing to mind. Weapons he could use against her.
He closes his mouth and walks the other way.
Because maybe he really is better than that now.
He gets a sex-quest bingo that year.
The first one in a decade.
Every Cindy on the register, even the two faculty members.
Logan's journalism professor (he was pissed) and Parkers bitch of a woman's lit professor.
He tells Parker that he had her on the desk, and when the woman was passed out, naked over on the fancy mahogany thing he gave her paper a B.
He knows that she told Mac because the next time he see's her, the cafeteria, she looks a little broken as she tries not to let her shiny new boyfriend notice.
If he isn't yet he will be soon.
After all his last name isn't Casablancas and apparently that's the only important criteria.
He wins sex quest which means he's in the running for frat president when Chip graduates. It also means that he gets the corner room in the house.
Dick and Chip go to see the dean.
A fellow frat brother.
Dick's previous indiscretions seem to disappear once Chip tells the older man that he got a bingo.
He goes to break the news to Logan and finds Mac packing up her laptop when he gets to the suite.
"Oh shit-" Logan says from behind the couch.
Mac looks up at him and he wonders when he looks at her now if her eyes will always be those big sad things.
Maybe its regret in her eyes.
Its probably fucking allergies, Mac's whole body seemed to be made for somewhere else. Somewhere with less sun and trees and less outside.
Because if she regretted her decision she'd say something right?
She takes her laptop bag and leaves as quickly as possible, she brushes by him and she smells warm and familiar but she isn't any of those things any more.
She's not broken after all.
Whatever let her be fucking mended and boring.
The door slams shut and before Logan can get any words out he tells him he's moving into the frat house.
"What! Dick! Just because-" Logan follows him into his room, "its just that you're normally still at the frat house for another half an hour. Come on man don't leave just because of this."
Logan looks like he's full on about to have an abandonment melt down, his sleeves are down over his palms and his pacing a little.
Dick sits down heavily on the edge of the bed and looks at him.
"Dude stop pacing I'm just going to be living in the frat next year."
"Next year?"
"Yeah, you kinda have to when you're president."
"You're the next president?"
"Well not technically but no one whose ever gotten a sex quest bingo has ever run unsuccessfully before."
Logan laughs good naturedly and relaxes against the wall looking at him, "congrats. Should I call for champaign?"
Dick shrugs, "why not. None of that cheap shit."
Logan goes to leave the room but stops short, "I'm sorry you had to see her man."
"It's okay...I can't let her get to me forever."
"Huh," Logan smiles, "who knew you'd ever grow up into a proper man."
He rolls his eyes and throws a pillow at him, "go order champaign you dick, we apparently have lots to celebrate."