I shrug, looking out the window, my mind drifting back to Cameron.No matter how many doors I close, that one thought lingers, refusing to let go.
Right now I just need a smoke and a good fuck.And I'm definitely getting both.Pulling out my phone, I scroll through my contacts for a chick to bring home tonight.Beth, Suzie, Megan… none of which I want.
The names are familiar, but I can’t even put a face to them anymore.I may have hooked up with these girls once or twice, but I honestly don’t remember what any of them look like.I know that makes me an asshole, but right now, I don’t care.The longest relationships I’ve had were with Lexi and Stacey, and even then, “relationship” is pushing it.During the on-and-off mess of it all, I was constantly cheating on them, always looking for the next thrill because I just couldn’t stay interested.And trust me, I’ve never been that bored.
Maybe that’s why I’m in this weird place now.None of it meant anything.It was always just a way to pass the time, to feel something without ever getting too close.But with Cameron… somehow, it feels different.Real.And that’s messing with me in a way I didn’t see coming.
Clicking on the contact saved as Nicki, I shoot her a quick text;
‘wanna fuck?’
21
Collision Course
Iflipthroughthepages of my book absentmindedly, earphones in, waiting for Professor Wellington to show up.I’m exhausted, irritated, and, most of all, pissed off—all thanks to my jackass roommate.Is it really too much to ask for a normal, considerate roommate?Apparently, it is.I still can’t believe I actually left my room last night, gave up my beautiful sleep, and went out to drive his drunk ass home.And then, after all that, he acted like a complete jerk this morning and even kicked my friend out.By the end of this semester, I think it’s time to move out—anything to keep my sanity intact.
My phone vibrates, pulling me from my thoughts.I glance at the screen: it’s a text from Elias.
ELIAS: GOOD MORNING, HANDSOME.ARE YOU IN CLASS?
I can’t help but smile as I type a reply.From our few conversations, Elias is sweet, and I’m about 86% sure he’s gay.And if he’s not, he’s definitely bi.
ME: YEAH, IN CLASS.BORED OUT OF MY MIND.
“Look who’s in love,” a voice teases beside me.I quickly lock my screen and look up to see Leanne grinning at me.
She’s wearing sunglasses, her usual look after a rough night as she sits down on the seat next to mine.She gives me a small smile and then yawns, leaning her head on my shoulder.
“Hey, Cam,” she murmurs, barely audible.
“Hey yourself.How are you feeling?”I ask, debating whether to check Elias’s next message or ignore it for now.Knowing Leanne, she’ll be all over it in no time, probably imagining Elias and me as some romantic pairing.
“Not great,” she groans, lifting her head and taking off her sunglasses.She rubs her bloodshot eyes and sighs.“Thanks for yesterday.You’re such a sweetheart.”
“You actually remember?”
“Not really,” she admits, shrugging.“Jeremy told me some guy named Cameron offered to take me home.”
“Oh, right.Jeremy.Are you two… together?He told me you were dating, and I was kind of surprised.”
“Yeah, he’s sort of my boyfriend,” she says, giving a noncommittal shrug.
“‘Sort of’?”I raise an eyebrow.
“Don’t worry about Jeremy and me,” she says, waving it off.“I’m just grateful I got home safe.My roommate dragged me to the frat party and then abandoned me to hook up with some guy named Matt.I was bored, pissed off, and just ended up drinking way too much.I’d fought with Jeremy earlier, so I used it as an excuse to get wasted.Thank God you showed up.No idea what would’ve happened if you hadn’t.”
“Don’t mention it,” I say, shrugging it off.
She gives me a curious look.“But why were you at the frat in the first place?”
I bite my lip, wondering how much to say, but she’s already guessed.“Wait a minute—you were with Fox?”
“Shit, no.I was there to get Fox,” I clarify.“He was wasted and couldn’t drive himself home.”
“Oh my God,” she gasps, predictably dramatic.
“It’s not what you think,” I insist.
