Chapter 2

Part 2

"Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide"

"Good morning dear Cam," Megan trilled brightly from across our dorm. "Rise and shine, sunshine."

I grabbed my head and groaned as I sat up on my bunk. "Someday I'm going to murder you in your sleep," I whispered loudly across the room while rubbing my eyes to help adjust them to the pounding lights.

She chuckled. "Get up, it's almost noon already."

I flopped back down against my pillows. "I don't have to do anything. I just remembered: I'm really mad at you."

I saw her head through the bars of my bed and she just looked at me. "Because of the Charlie thing?"

I sat right back up. "Well duh Meg. That was supposed to be our night and if it wasn't for Frank I would have ended up spending the whole night pushed against that damn wall by Sean Miller!"

She didn't seem perturbed at all by anything I'd said but merely cocked an eyebrow at me. "Would that have been so bad Cam?" she asked smiling cockily.

I grunted, "Worse than bad."

She climbed up the ladder to my bunk and sat down beside me on the bed. "I don't want you to think I'm plotting anything," she said softly looking at me a little too pointedly for my liking, "but when you and Sean are together sparks ignite."

I looked at her incredulously. "I think-"

She cut me off and started again. "Honestly Cam, your eyes just seem to light up," she began but I shook my head, "even if you don't mean for them to and no matter how much you deny it there is some serious sexual tension between you two."

I stopped and looked at her for a second then smiled. "If there's so much sexual tension between us then why did I make-out with Frank Rennings?"

Megan's eyes popped and she couldn't help but gasp at this new revelation. "You didn't?"

I nodded and smiled. "Yep, and it was good."

She leaned forward so that her face was pressed against my bed and eventually sat back up smiling. "I really can't leave you alone anymore at parties."

I woke up Charlie the next morning for our eight o'clock practice and even though I'd told him to keep it light last night I could immediately tell he had a hangover.

"That was weird last night," he groaned out slowly trying desperately to pull his socks on and failing miserably.

I shrugged silently.

"Did you know Meg and Cam would be at that party?" he asked finally abandoning the idea of socks and tossing them across the living room.

I shrugged again not even looking at him.

"I'll take that as a yes," he muttered standing slowly and walking shakily to the kitchen returning five minutes later with a mug of coffee.

"Did you know Frank was there?" he asked staring into his mug. "At least I won't be the one in the worst condition during practice."

I looked up at him this time choosing to no longer remain silent. "You know that was total bullshit last night. I told you not to drink and you still did; so don't expect any sympathy from me."

He looked at me blankly as if he was still processing everything I'd just said. "What's got your panties in a wad. I believe you've been to at least one practice with a hangover."

I growled. "That's not the point," I muttered. "We've got one of our biggest games of the season tomorrow and you decide that you want to spend the night before our last practice drinking with your stupid girlfriend."

Charlie seemed really shocked at my sudden outburst and stared at me blankly. "But you're the one who made me go with you…" he muttered confused.

I held up a hand for him to stop as I finished lacing up my sneakers and headed toward the door pulling on my jacket as Charlie dashed across the room to tug on his own sneakers and follow me quickly out the door.

"Sean what's a-matter?" he asked rushing to keep up with my brisk pace as I headed toward the practice stadium. "What are you so upset about?"

I stopped suddenly and looked at him. "I'm just pissed that you don't seem to understand how important this fucking game is! This is our future Charlie and you don't mind letting some damn girl stand in front of that!" I roared fiercely as Charlie stood shocked for a moment watching me continue down the sidewalk and then eventually jogging to catch me.

"Whoa Sean, since when did I ever put anything before the game. It's always been football first and if you think Megan is in the way then fine it's done. I'll end it today if you want," he said lighting a fire of his own, his eyes glaring and jaw set in anger.

I looked at him seriously. "I don't want to be a kill-joy but I really think that's for the best," I muttered throwing open the locker room door and entering; Charlie close on my heels.

Charlie had his best practice of the season that day as if trying to prove to me that he was still part of the game. That he was still my go-to guy and I could still rely on him.

I'd like to say that my practice was my best too; that I threw every ball perfectly and am now completely confident for tomorrow's game. But I didn't, and I'm not.

In fact the only accurate thing I threw all day was a sturdy punch right on Frank Renning's jaw when I heard him discussing the events of the night before.

muhahaha. Sorry that's where I have to leave it for now.

Just wait. I'll clarify.

Has anyone guessed yet who Frank is supposed to be? Trust me it's not Collins.