Chapter 2

Part 4

"I've found I'm scared to know

I'm always on your mind"

"Megan are you okay?" I asked quickly as soon as I closed the door to our dorm behind myself.

She sat up and just looked at me pathetically.

"What's wrong?" I asked sitting down by her feet on the futon and looking at her with as much compassion as I could muster.

She looked at me pathetically and tried to force a watery smile which I didn't buy for a second. She handed me her cell phone where a pathetic little text message sat upon the screen stating simply, "I don't think we should see each other anymore."

I looked at her as if it all had to be some sort of horrible joke and was quickly convinced it wasn't as Meg put her face back into the pillows and I heard a muffled, "What did I do wrong?"

I stood up immediately and began pacing in rage. "You did nothing wrong," I annunciated clearly and she sat back up at my sturdy tone. "Obviously Charlie is mentally deranged and I'd bet you anything he was just getting nervous about how much he liked you."

She shook her head.

I stopped pacing. "You need ice cream and Bridget Jones' Dairy and some sort of frumpy sweatshirt," I commanded disappearing through the door and coming back not five seconds later with all of the above.

"How did you do that?" Megan asked standing slightly excited and pulling my offered sweatshirt over her head.

I shrugged. "DJ and I go through this at least once a week. We watch a lot of Bridget Jones."

Megan honestly smiled then suddenly stopped. "Cam I'm so horrible for not being with you last night. I should have known…"

I held up a hand to silence her. "Don't worry it's done. I forgive you, that's why I'm here. You're my best friend Meg there's nothing you could do that would keep me away from this."

Then DJ came through the door of the dorm creeping through quietly and looking at Megan with sympathy. "Meg I know I never met him because I was busy with my thesis but he's so not worth it," she murmured pushing her glasses up on her nose while I put in the DVD.

"Thanks DJ," Megan replied pathetically as DJ took a seat on the floor of our room and smiled at me while I took my place back on the futon and pulled my hair back into a messy ponytail.

We hadn't even gotten through the opening credits when Carmen and Jules from down the hall knocked on the door to offer their apologies.

"How did you find out?" Megan asked looking almost as if she were road kill.

"We didn't. We just heard Bridget Jones in the hallway and knew what that meant," Carmen mumbled.

"Mind if we watch?" Jules asked sitting beside DJ on the carpet.

I walked back to the dorm after I finished my interview and smiled silently picturing Frank with a nice black bruise on his jaw for tomorrow while I slid through the door to find Charlie laying upside-down on our sofa constantly flicking the channel on the T.V.

"Hey they Charlie?" I asked fairly brightly and got only a monotone hey in reply as he continued to channel surf.

"What are you so upset about?" I asked sitting beside him although upright.

He didn't flinch or move for the matter just dropped the remote and groaned. "Absolutely nothing," he said glumly.

I stood scowling down at him and impeding his vision of the T.V. "I'm guessing you broke it off with Megan."

He just kind of rolled his eyes which actually looked kind of funny seeing as he was upside-down.

"You hardly even know the girl so don't go around looking like a lost puppy," I muttered darkly scowling my absolute hardest.

"Right," he replied in that same monotone voice while feeling around on the ground for the remote and waving it to the side to indicate for me to move out of his way. I sat down in the huge chair and growled in frustration every time he changed the channel.

"I'm not spending my Friday night here with you moping about," I growled finally standing up and pulling my jacket back on.

"While you're out can you drop off Cam's football tickets since I obviously can't show my face around there and the game's tomorrow?" he asked sourly and emphasizing certain part.

"Sure whatever," I muttered darkly grabbing them off the kitchen table as Charlie led me to them and setting off down the stairs and across campus with fresh directions to Cam's dorm.

When I finally got there I had to sneak in the back way behind some fairly frightened looking girl that practically sprinted up the stairs when she saw me following her and in Cam's hallway the same horribly sappy Van Morrison song reverberated down the hall as a fairly steady stream of at least ten girls suddenly filed out of the room Charlie had said was hers.

"Hey Cam," I said pushing my hand against the door to keep it open as the last girl filed out.

Cam looked a bit shocked but then quickly stepped out of her room after glancing back quickly.

"You don't want to be seen around here right now," she practically whispered rubbing her eyes to readjust them to the light of the hallway. "Especially not in there," she added gesturing back toward the darkness of her dorm room.

I looked at her warily and noted her huge Notre Dame sweatshirt that practically fit her like a dress with only a little edge of her boxer shorts hanging out the bottom and some fuzzy socks on her feet. "Why what's going on?"

Cam suddenly seemed to readjust her face into an intense glare. "Like you don't know that Charlie broke up with Megan," she muttered harshly.

I stopped whatever face I had plastered on my face and tried my hardest to keep it invariably blank. "Yes, I heard."

"Right," she muttered dragging out the r. "So if you know, why are you here?"

"Oh," I said reaching into my pocket and handing her the football tickets. "Charlie wanted me to give you these."

She looked at them in awe and then smiled up at me. "They have your picture on them," she whispered somewhat brightly.

"No they don't," I commented trying to see the tickets over her shoulders.

"Yes see," she pointed to the action shot in the corner of me about to throw the ball, "that's you. Number two."

I smiled and shrugged. "I guess."

She seemed to squint back at me as if she saw me suddenly as someone else. "Well thanks," she whispered again waving the tickets. "I can tell they're good seats."

I shrugged again. "Yeah they're supposed to be."

"This doesn't mean I like you," she said smiling in the slightest as she began to slip through her minimal crack in the door.

"You've liked me since the beginning," I said tweaking my eyebrows as she shook her head.

"Just play good tomorrow," she whispered before closing the door and leaving me with that final thought to keep me warm on my walk home.

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