My Campus Life – Episode 5

FIVE

Days passed and there was still no sign of Derek anywhere. I felt miserable, didn�t know why, but part of me still wished so much to apologize and make things right once again. Ah. This is frustrating. Why do I say the wrong thing all the time? Why do I always mess things up?!

 

I rolled restlessly, my towel seeming it was going to roll off my body, right hand stretched to the table, searching aimlessly for my phone. Come on, where are you?

 

I found it lying on the far side, so I partly got up, took it with me and I swiped it open; logging on to Facebook as my eyes made a thorough scan of the zillion texts that laid in wait.

 

I groaned, giving a slight shrug as I reluctantly made to reply;

 

Pass�

 

Pass�

 

Pass�

 

Don�t pass�

 

Ooh�

 

Pass!!

 

�Pas- � I jerked up immediately, rubbing my eyes. �Please tell me I�m not dreaming,� I rubbed again, bringing my phone a little closer.

 

Can�t be. Totally can�t be, I went on with doubts, clicking on the text. Three weeks ago, I gasped, rolling my eyes on the screen.

 

I stopped for a minute, giving a slight thought. No, no, no. I rather call. That�d be better.

 

Another voice came, Oh, no you don�t, Parker! Remember your reputation. It said.

 

I curved my lips, burying my face in my palms as I yelled silently into it. I can do this�I can do this.

 

I took a deep breath, making for his profile as his number stood surprisingly on his wall like it�s being waiting for me to embrace it.

 

�Yes!�

 

I swiftly put it on the dial as it rang, �It�s Derek speaking. Please leave your message.� His voicemail came.

 

�Dang it, you!� I groaned, hanging up.

 

I tossed my phone on the bed, getting up on my feet as I headed for the bathroom, taking up my shampoo by the corner.

 

I got in, shutting the door as I turned the shower on, the warm water spraying all over my face onto my bare skin. I shampooed my hair for some minutes, sponging my body for about thirty minutes, finally getting off whatever dirt that laid hidden, as I washed the lather off my body, the sweet fragrance of my soap enclosing my nostrils as it covered my feet.

 

I stepped out, turning the handle as I walked back to my room, tossing my towel on the bed as I stared across where my mirror hung, admiring my pretty curves and glowing skin�one habit I formed.

 

It was funny, really, but it was something worth doing and I certainly didn�t mind staring at that figure in the mirror all day long.

 

I stopped the admiration for a moment, moving towards the bed as a name popped up on my screen. �Oh yay. He�s calling,� I said happily.

 

I gave a slight cough and tried to relax my voice as I answered. �Hel�loo,�

 

�Hi, Tricia,� His sweet voice rang from the other line as a blush coated my cheeks.

 

�Oh Phil. How nice of you to call,�

 

He chuckled, �You sound like you�ve been expecting me,�

 

�Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes,� I smiled, sitting down as I got my legs crossed.

 

�I see.�

 

Guess he was smiling now.

 

�So�why�d you call?� I asked, making circles on my laps.

 

Damn! His voice is so hot, I imagined as we talked.

 

I was so lost in it that I wished he wouldn�t stop talking.

 

�Guess I�ll see you tomorrow then.�

 

�Mm-hmm,� I answered, nodding like he could see me. �Take care. Byeeee.� I puckered my lips, ending the call.

 

Wheeee! I fell back on the bed, silly thoughts crowding my mind.

 

I stayed that way for a moment, the sound of my phone jerking me up as I picked it up. Derek! I groaned, almost ignoring him as I answered.

 

�Hello? Who is this, please?� He questioned.

 

�Derek I just want to say I�m sorry for what I said to you some days ago,� I saw myself saying.

 

OMG!

 

�Tricia?�

 

I held my breath for a second, releasing it again. �Yes,�

 

�Tricia. Oh, man. I�m so happy hearing from you,�

 

�You are?� I asked, startled.

 

�I�m dead serious. Whew! I�ve been looking everywhere for you.�

 

�You�ve been looking for me?� I repeated, my brows arched at an angle.

 

�Do you have to repeat everything I say?� He teased.

 

�I�m just�you know, wasn�t expecting you to be all��

 

�Cheery? Hmm?�

 

�Totally happy-ish?�

 

I shrugged. �Ye-yeah,�

 

�Oh, it�s nothing,�

 

�Cool. Why�d you call?�

 

�I called? Or you called?�

 

�Totally wasn�t me,� I denied.

 

�But..�

 

�Hush, hush. Got class now. I�m going to see you later. Bye-bye. Love you.� I said in a hurry, hanging up.

 

I made to dress as the door swung open. I didn�t lock that, I realized.

 

�You�re back,� I eyed Karen.

 

�Yea, honey. Gosh! Quite a day we had,� She narrated. �Professor Stuart didn�t let us rest. Ugh!� She grumbled, tossing herself on the bed. �Going somewhere?�

 

�Oh, not at all. Just came back not quite long.�

 

�Lucky you. I need that shower most.� She got up lazily.

 

�That�d be great.� I said to her and went back to slipping my shorts on.

 

I noticed I didn�t hear the bathroom door creak so I glanced over my shoulders, seeing two eyes focused directly on bum as I quickly averted my gaze, hoping she hadn�t notice.

 

Is she gay? I asked myself, making towards the bed.

 

�You�re one gorgeous girl, you know?� I heard her say.

 

I scoffed, getting in bed. �Whatever games you�re playing, you had better stop!�

 

�Oh, I�m not playing any here, Sweet. You�re really pretty,� She continued, cat walking towards me.

 

�I got up angrily, �Out of my way�now!�

 

�Or what?�

 

�You�re horny, Karen Adako, so I�m just going to leave,� I pushed her aside. �And oh, one more thing,� I turned. �I DON�T DO GIRLS! Read my lips!� I hissed, slamming the door. �Some whore��