MY CAMPUS LIFE 2 - Episode 5

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  Days passed and there was still no sign of Derek anywhere. I felt miserable, didn't know why, but part of l 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

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. 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 wanna 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 gonna 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.

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. "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 wh*re..."

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