Chapter 3

Part 1

"Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide"

"Geeze Meg for a second there I thought you weren't going to show up!" I exclaimed my adrenaline pumping at full blast as the team set up for kick-off and the stands roared with cheers.

Megan seemed to be the only person in the entire stadium that wasn't shining with anticipation of the game.

"The only reason I'm here is because I know how crazy you get when we play Michigan, and I'm here to look out for your well being and the safety of those around you. I don't even want to watch the game," she said morosely although I knew she was trying to find Charlie's number (#13 by the way) in the crowd of players.

I don't blame her for being so glum and seeking refuge in the one place no football player would ever be caught dead: the library. It must really suck ending a relationship with a guy the whole school worships and you even see when your roommate is watching Sports Center at night.

"Admit it you just didn't want to be the only person on campus that missed this game," I replied smirking after the wave through the stands passed us.

"So did you have fun with Kelly and your dad this morning?" she asked trying to change the topic off of football which is basically impossible seeing as we're sitting in a football stadium.

I sighed. "We ran into Sean at the grotto and neither my dad nor Kelly will stop gushing about him."

She giggled, "Oh I bet Kelly loved that."

My shoulders dropped in annoyance. Don't get me wrong I love my sister it's just that she's…

"Kelly's just a bit promiscuous," I muttered to Megan. "She can't help the fact that guys are running through her brain 24/7."

"Her brain or her bed?" Megan asked smiling as if she's the funniest person alive.

"Oh ha, ha. I get it my sister's a slut and I had to sit there and witness as she tried to hit-on Sean this morning," I grumbled.

Megan gasped. "Oh she did! I so wish I'd seen that."

I glared at her. "Well you can witness it tonight she invited us out to drinks with him after the game. She can't even drink for heaven's sake!" I practically shouted so that the guys behind me gave me a funny face then muttered something to his friend.

Then Sean threw his first touchdown pass the Charlie and the stands erupted with an earsplitting scream that even I took part in.

"Can you blame her though," Meg said suddenly, "he looks awfully cute in those pants."

I rolled my eyes again. "Meg you have to be kidding me. He looks good in those pants to better help himself into girl's pants," I said sternly as Meg looked me up and down.

"Bet he'd look pretty good in your pants," she said looking at me with a grin as I punched her in the arm as hard as I possibly could.

"Hey mom," I muttered into the phone as I walked from the locker room with Charlie after the game.

"Hey honey, you played so well today!" she exclaimed down the phone.

"You actually watched?" I asked smiling.

She hesitated on the line, "Well I watched but I didn't understand much. You'd think after all the football I've seen I'd start to understand it."

I laughed. "It's cool mom as long as you watched. Did you see the interview?" I asked trying to hide my excitement as Charlie smirked.

"Of course. The Heisman! That's so great Sean! I'm so proud!" she said.

"Thanks mom," I muttered slightly embarrassed as I heard mom arguing with someone on her line of the phone.

"Sean your brother wants to talk to you," she said sounding slightly put out as Kevin immediately grabbed the phone from her.

"Tell me about her," he practically shouted into the phone.

"What?" I asked holding the phone about a foot from my ear so as to not burst my eardrum. "Tell you about whom?"

I could almost hear Kevin rolling his eyes on his end of the phone. "Dude the chick that seems to be making you play so well these days."

I had to stifle a chuckle. "Kev there's no 'chick.'"

"Right," he muttered drawing out syllables. "No way you would have played like that today without some girl cheering you on in the stands."

I smiled broadly. "Kev there are actually about 5,000 of them. I go to a pretty big school."

"Oh blah, blah, blah. Like I care. Put Charlie on the phone," he commanded completely ignoring anything I had to say.

"Who's to say Charlie's with me?" I asked trying to be sly but Charlie grunted beside me and quickly pulled the phone from my ear. What can I say? He has the slippery hands of a wide-receiver.

"What up Kev?" Charlie asked as if they spoke commonly. "Oh it's probably just Cam," I heard him say as if I wasn't even in the room and I quickly tried to wrestle the phone from him with none of the smoothness he'd used when taking it from me.

"There is no girl," I grumbled into the phone then quickly hung-up before I could hear Kevin's protest while Charlie laughed uncontrollably on the ground.

"So it is Cam then?" he asked grinning as if he'd just realized he was the mayor of New York. Which is a rather scary thought. Charlie in politics. Makes me shiver.

I glared at him with the fire of a thousand suns and unfortunately he didn't burst into flames, just stood there smirking. "Are you coming out for drinks with us?" I asked finally, hoping he wasn't because I didn't even want to think of the horrible taunting I'd receive when he found Cam there.

"Nope, I have to hit the library for some damn paper on the history of rock and roll. I mean when I signed up for this class I was under the firm belief that visiting the library would never be necessary…" he rambled on but I couldn't help that my thoughts drifted to this horrible daydream where Cam got horribly drunk tonight and I was forced to take care of her at my apartment like the noble character I am and eventually the next morning she'd wake up completely sober and be very, very grateful. No, I mean like grate-ful (Insert eyebrow wiggle).

I'd like to say that I was angry about Cam's sister just inviting them out with us but, despite the embarrassment at her little sister's forwardness, I was a bit relieved. I mean the more time I'm forced to stay around Cam the more likely I am to realize just how annoying she really is and that I really can't stand her. I mean she's bound to have horrible habits and maybe she'll start being really uncontrollably mean to me again. Although I believe that's what drew me to her to begin with. Regardless I'm sure she picks her teeth when she eats or something else that's utterly ridiculous. In fact I should visit her more often to find out all her annoying tendencies and maybe get a girlfriend so that I'll finally have something, or someone, else to think about.

See the perfect flawless plan. Right?

I made Sean a little different and changed my style a bit. Do you like it that way? I think I do.

You know the best way to let me know what you think is? Yes that's right it's that damn R word.