Chapter 3

Okay so I haven't been updating in a while and tbh it's because I rarely have the time or the motivation. Plus, I usually go over it time and time again to get it as perfect as I can. I'm not gonna do that for the next few weeks I'm just gonna spout out whatever crap my mind gives me and then come back in and edit it when my heads a bit clearer, so I'm sorry if the writing isn't to my usual standard.

Thank you to the lovely reviewer who asked if I would be continuing, I can't remember your username off the top of my head! I'm going to try my very best to finish this story and then go in and finish the others.

My stilettos clanked against the sidewalk as I wandered aimlessly around campus. Where could I go? My roommate had taken up residence with the obvious whore of the freshers class and I was almost certain that all of my friends would be passed out from the exhaustion of moving and boozing. The only thing I could do was hope that Lizzy was still awake, the only sober one of the group. I dialed her number as my teeth chattered over the rings. About a minute went past, though it felt like an hour in the cold, and I almost gave up all hope. I almost cried when I heard Liz's tired sigh and a faint "Cam?" on the other end of the phone.

"Lizzie, can I stay with you tonight? My roommate has a boy over and I walked in on them, I don't want to put myself through the embarrassment of going back there tonight," I explained desperately. I could almost see her sheepish smile in my head as she said "Cam, you don't have to ask. Come on up! I'm in room A16." I climbed the flight of stairs as quickly as my legs would allow, a new sense of energy knowing I had somewhere to keep warm tonight. Liz was waiting at the door for me and hurried me inside, her tiny hands belting the lock behind us. As I took in my surroundings, I took note of a small blonde girl sitting on the end of the bed to the left.

"Anna, this is my friend Cammie I was telling you about," Liz said as she pointed to me, "Cammie, this is my roommate - Anna Fetterman." Anna and I smiled politely at each other and filled the next few minutes with small talk while Liz dug around her wardrobe.

"Cam, I think we might fit in the bed together but I have a blanket and yoga mat if you'd prefer to sleep on the floor?" Liz asked as she held out the blanket and the mat. At this point I would sleep in a car to avoid the humiliation of going back there. "I'll let you get your rest Liz, the floor is looking more than comfortable to me."

"Are you sure?" Doubt lapped at her lips as her and Anna exchanged a look that said I would definitely not be comfortable on the floor.

"Sure Lizzie, just like camping, right?"

"Right."

The next morning, I woke earlier than the other two girls sleeping peacefully on either side of me. My body ached from the uncomfy night sleep and I was pretty sure my head had slid off the pillow in the night, making my neck as stiff as a board. I slowly opened my eyes and instantly regretted it, the light taunting my increasing headache from the alcohol in my system. I went over to the bench in the corner of the room and helped myself to some coffee, hoping it would revive me from the state I was in. As I sat feeling sorry for myself, a set of vibrations ran along the floor in repetitive bursts. I scrambled for my phone in the blankets, praying I could find it before it woke Liz or Anna. I had already interrupted their sleep once. I pushed back the urge to cheer when my hand found my buzzing mobile and instead picked it up, stepping in the bathroom as I answered Macey's call.

"Cam? I just saw Liz's text. I'm back upstairs if you want to come up and I've text Liz so she doesn't panic when she wakes up and sees that you're gone. See you in two." Before I could get a word in edgeways, Macey had ended the call. Sighing, I went back into the room and folded the blankets, placing them on the chair as quietly as I could manage. I slipped out of the room and headed up to the next floor to meet Macey.

Before I could even make a single knock , the door swung open and a hand was dragging me inside. Macey handed me a towel and pointed at the bathroom before pointing at Bex sleeping soundly on her bed. The only thing worse than death? Waking Rebecca Baxter.

I let the hot water wash over my body, sighing with satisfaction as it undone most of the kinks in my muscles from the rough night sleep. There was a pack of toothbrushes on the sink and I helped myself to the green one, brushing away the morning breath of coffee, alcohol and sleep. When I slipped back into the bedroom, Macey was waiting with a fresh outfit and her bag of torture devices. I sat in silence as she fixed my hair and covered the bags under my eyes with concealer. I didn't even flinch when I saw her get out her chemical liquid eyeliner, which definitely shouldn't be anywhere near someone's eyeballs. Finally, I was dressed to a Macey standard. The outfit of choice (not that I had a say) was a white lace top that hugged my chest and a pair of high waisted skinny navy jeans. As much as I hated Macey dressing me like her own personal barbie doll, the fact that we were the same size in everything was definitely a perk in times like this. At some point between me silently begging Macey to not make me wear heels again and her digging through her closet for a pair of pumps, Bex must have awoken from her slumber. I looked up and she was sat up in bed staring at us with a look of confusion written across her face.

"I had to crash with Lizzie last night because my roommate was banging the wall I ran into in the parking lot yesterday." I explained. Bex's face morphed into a menacing smirk before she blurted "you mean the god-like hottie you told me about?" This caused Macey's eyebrows to almost fly into her hairline.

"OMG, Cameron Morgan you did NOT tell me about this!"

"There's nothing to tell Macey, I walked into him, he was a dick and then next thing you know he's in my bedroom naked in a very compromising position with my roommate!"

Macey's shock phased into suspicion, "but how hot was this guy? Are we talking Brad Pitt hot? Or model for a small town clothing store hot?" I shook my head in disbelief, fighting until the end on discussing the topic of boys with Macey McHenry.

"I'm not even going to answer that question Macey,"

"Oh but you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Fine, but if we see him out and about you have to tell me, deal?" I rolled my eyes before begrudgingly agreeing, "deal."

Macey clapped and squealed excitedly. "Okay Bex, get ready. We're going on a tour of the campus today and we have to be back by 4pm to get some food down before freshers night two." Bex jumped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, wiggling her brows at me as she passed.

Oh boy, I have never hoped to avoid a boy more than Josh, until now.