Chapter Five

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Cappie looked at Beaver with a crazed look. "What is she doing here?" He quickly turned to Angela with the same crazed look. "What are you doing here?!" he demanded with desperation creeping into his usually calm voice.

"Being a little redundant, aren't we, Cappie?" she teased as she walked towards him. Her demeanor had taken quite a change. She went from being cool and collected to just working on raw nerves. She usually tried to calm her temper, but upon seeing him and the way he was acting, well, manners just flew out the window. "What's so bad about me being here? I'm not doing anything wrong, after all. Tell you what. You just think of me as a random chick here at your frat party and we'll just go on as if nothing ever happened."

Cappie watched the sophomore girl flop down onto the bed next to an anxious Beaver. Suddenly, the little light bulb in his head quickly flipped on. His face contorted into disgust and disbelief. "You and Beaver?!"

His best friend began to stammer and unconsciously pulled the blankets higher over his waist. "Cappie, please! You have to understand! I didn't want you to find out this way!"

The KT President scoffed. "When were you going to tell me, Beav? When?! Were you going to wait until I walked in on both of you?"

Angela smirked as she looked down at her nails. "You were close."

He pointed a finger at her. "You, zip it."

She sighed and dragged herself off the bed to stand up. She moved in between the two friends and glanced at them. "Now, now. Let's all act like the adults you boys keep pretending to be."

Beaver looked extremely upset and tried to explain to Cappie one more time. "I didn't know she was here, Cap. Spitter brought her."

Cappie's eyes widened. "Spitter!" They quickly narrowed as they focused on Angela. "Did you bewitch him with your charms, too?" he demanded.

"Now you're just being dramatic. Rusty had nothing to do with this." she growled at him. She pulled on his arm and pushed him to sit down next to Beaver. "Listen up, boys, because I'm only going to explain this once. I transferred to CRU because it's closer to home than my other school was. I met Rusty at a Laundromat a while ago and we became good friends, he invites me to the KT party, I run into my favorite ex in the whole world, and then you, Cappie, ruin my fun." Her brown eyes narrowed in irritation. "Just like you used to do."

Cappie was silent for a moment and let the information sink in. He slowly looked up at her and spoke. "So, that red thong-"

"Not mine."

He let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God."

"It belonged to Crab Girl."

Beaver quickly scooted away from Cappie and looked back at Angela. "So, what now?"

She smirked. "Now, I'm going to my apartment for a long rest and because I'm quite tired of the company." She kissed the KT's cheek and winked at him. "I'll see you later." She headed out the door and glanced over her shoulder. "Good night, Cappie."

Beaver sighed. "Dude, she is so hot when she's pissed off."

The KT President responded with a huge pillow smack in Beaver's face. He was not pleased at all. Of all the nights to have the biggest drama, it had to be the night of his biggest party. Life was so not fair.

The next morning, Rusty was walking around campus and waved to Angela who was sitting outside a café. "Hey, I was looking for you last night." he told her with his signature goofy grin.

She gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. I was with Beaver, but had ducked behind the door when you rushed in with that group of people."

"Oh. Why?"

"Here you go, Angel Cakes! A sweetened ice tea for you and a caramel whip cream-" Beaver looked up and cleared his throat. "Spitter! A hot cup of coffee for me." He cleared his throat and sat down next to Angela.

Rusty gave the older KT a weird look. "Beav, it's really strange seeing you. In daylight. Sober."

"Oh, Spitter, I'm not that bad." he chuckled nervously and took a sip of his coffee.

Angela smiled and took a sip of her ice tea. "Save it, honey. Sit down, Rusty, and just ignore him. He's all twitchy because Cappie found us together last night."

"He caught you two in the act?" Rusty asked loudly.

Beaver frowned. "Spitter, I don't think anyone but my grandparents say that phrase anymore." He leaned forward. "Repeat after me. 'He caught you having sex?' Go on. Don't be scared."

"But-"

"Say it."

Rusty sighed and lowered his voice. "He caught you having sex?"

"No."

Angela rolled her eyes and hit Beaver on his arm. "You're a jerk at times, I hope you know that." She turned her attention back on Rusty and shook her head. "I've known Cappie longer than I've known Beaver. In fact, he was the one who introduced me to Beav."

"So, you and Cap were-"

She made a face and shook her head. "No."

Rusty just frowned and looked at the pair who kept beating around the bush. "Well, I don't understand. What's the big problem?"

"She's my cousin."