Chapter Four: Let's Have Some Fun While We're at It
The Following Wednesday
"Was that her?" Caleb asked Reid as he joined their lunch table. Garwin had been systematically targeting all dark haired girls to find the girl responsible for his embarrassment the other night.
"Nope," Reid replied keeping his eye on the door for any other girl that might possibly be her.
"You know Reid, if you spent as much time studying as you have trying to find that girl you probably wouldn't have failed that Chem test," Sarah interjected.
"It's not my fault Dr. Dickwad gave a pop quiz on the second day of classes." Reid reached across the table and stole a French fry from her plate. "I mean who the fuck does that?"
"We're not at Spenser anymore, Reid." Sarah reached across the table and took an onion ring from him. "You might actually have to study this semester."
But Reid wasn't listening, he'd gotten up from the table and approached a brunette standing next to the doorway.
"I've never seen him like this," Caleb nudged Sarah. They both watched Reid introduce himself to two more girls.
"Yeah, well, I hope he finds her soon. She needs to clean up all the damn glitter from your room. Look at this." Sarah picked at her clothes. "It's still everywhere."
Reid came back to the table, plopping down hard on the seat.
"Any luck?" Caleb asked.
"Nope," Reid sighed.
"Have you considered the possibility that she doesn't go to school here?" Caleb took a bite of pizza. "Boston University is on the other side of the river and M.I.T is three blocks away."
"She definitely goes here. Her ID opened the door." Reid stole another fry from Sarah.
"Maybe it wasn't her ID?" Caleb suggested.
"Maybe you should stop looking for her," Vanessa, Sarah's roommate, joined them setting her tray down next to Reid's. "When you lose something, you can spend hours looking for it and never find it. But when you stop looking – it mysteriously appears."
"That happens to me all the time," Sarah laughed.
"Me too," Caleb agreed.
"There he is!" A voice exclaimed loudly.
They all turned around to see a group of girls wearing home-made shirts with a picture of Reid in his wings on the front.
"OMG! Reid has groupies!" Sarah gasped.
"This is un-fucking-believable," Reid shook his head in disbelief.
The girls came over and asked Reid to autograph their shirts.
"Pogue and Tyler have to see this," Caleb took out his phone and snapped a picture.
Vanessa gave Reid a knowing look as he scrawled his name across the girl's chest. "If you ever find out who that girl is you should send her a thank you card."
"Can you take a picture of us?" one of the girls handed her phone to Sarah.
"I'll be sure to do that," Reid put an arm around each of the girls and grinned.
That Afternoon
Reid sat in very back of the large lecture hall. He knew he should have been paying attention to the professor but his mind kept drifting to the raven-haired girl.
He flipped over his notebook and looked at his notes (which had nothing to do with the class he was sitting in at the moment). There weren't many clues to finding her.
#1 – The Dorm Room
The two large black guys who lived there claimed that no white girls had been in their room. And from their bulky stature and prejudiced attitude, Reid decided to take their word for it. Strike One.
#2 – The drunk blonde girl named "Becky"
He figured out that was her name from the conversations around him. He knew it was a long shot but he asked around anyway. No one seemed to know her. Strike Two.
#3 – The guy with the Harvard Rugby hoodie.
The previous day he'd gone to one of the rugby games, but didn't see anyone he recognized. Strike Three.
So he'd gone with the futile task of checking out every girl he saw with long dark hair. It was an incredibly time consuming task and so far he had no luck. Maybe Vanessa was right. Maybe he should stop looking.
He closed the notebook and looked over at the cute girl sitting next to him.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye then looked forward again. Her lips curled up in a small smile as her eyes darted toward him once more.
Reid smiled back.
It was time to get back to his number one priority: Sex.
