My Campus Life - S02 E11

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My Campus Life - S02 E11

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 11

PHILIP’S P.O.V

I knew where this was headed for, and I had to do something before it was too late. “Trish -”

“Wh-what’s wrong?” She gave a worried look.

“Nothing.” I threw my face away as she ran her fingers lightly on it.

“It can’t be nothing, you know? I know you quite well.” She leaned closer.

“Trust me, Trish. We can’t do this right now.” I spoke softly, trying not to sound harsh.

“B-but why? Don’t you want me…?”

“You don’t understand, Tricia!” I snapped in an angry tone, as she gasped.

“Did you just yell at me?”

“I’m sorry,” I said regretfully, making to touch her.

“No! No, it’s fine. I perfectly understand.” She gritted, pulling away. “You don’t want me, and I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. This was a mistake.” She sighed and picked up her bag.

“Trish, please…”

“Don’t, Philip!” She hushed and pulled the door open roughly. “You can have fun eating your silly tunas. What an a-----e you are!” She cursed, and walked out the door.

I made to go after her, but stopped knowing there was nothing I could say to make her come back. Why do I always say the wrong thing? I turned and made back inside, having no mood to do anything.

TRICIA’S P.O.V

My day with Philip was perfectly going well, until he turned out to be such a worm! What is it that Daphne has that I don’t?! Does he still love her? Why can’t I just have him all to myself… without anyone getting in my way?! I sobbed breathlessly.

“Trish?” A soft masculine voice brought me to a stop. “Tricia, are you okay? Why are you crying?”

“Go away, please.” I quickly wiped my tears and made to walk past him, as he held me back.

“Come on, Trish. Please tell me what’s wrong. Did someone hurt you?”

“No one,” I sniffed a little. “And… and I wasn’t crying.” I faked a smile, trying not to let my tears flow.

“Did James hurt you? What did he do now?”

My teeth clenched at his annoying questions, and my other side sprang up. “Derek, can you please mind your business? Why do you always have to bump into me all the time?”

He was taken aback. “I was only trying to know how you were…”

“Oh, please stop!” I silenced him, raising a hand to his face. “I don’t want you getting in my business, you hear me?! Now, if you’d excuse me, I’d best be on my way.”

“But no one’s blocking you, is there?” He joked, making me sound funny.

“Whatever!” I hissed and brushed him aside.

DEREK’S P.O.V

Man! Why does she have to be so rude? I shrugged, making toward my hostel.

Few minutes on Maine lane, I sighted my pal and his girl talking not so far off from where I stood.

I hurried towards them, happily calling out to Xan as he looked in my direction and waved.

“Yo, man! What’s kicking’?” He spoke in his usual friendly tone as I drew near.

“Oh, you know what!”

We laughed and hugged each other.

“Hey, Rek.” His girlfriend, Minaj, greeted.

“Girl! It’s good to see you.” I said, and hugged her.

“Hey, hey, bruh. You ain’t stealing my girl from me, are ya?” Xan teased.

“Nada, man! You know we’ bros!”

We chop knuckled.

“So, bruh, you know that girl you were talking with?” Xander asked, as a confused expression hovered on my face.

“Mm? What about her?”

“You know, the brunette beauty you were talking with,” He further described.

“Yeah? You talking about Tricia?”

“Yes. That one.” He pulled Minaj to his front.

“Ah. You know her?”

“Know her?! Dude, you’ve got no idea.”

Hmm, I gave a slight thought about it and wiggled my nose. “Well, let’s not talk about her. Man! You looking good.” I made to changed the subject, sticking my hands into my pants pocket.

“Where’s Márcia? She’s not with you?” Xander’s girlfriend asked.

“Márcia? Oh, um, she’s fine.” I quickly averted my gaze.

Márcia was my rich Brazilian girlfriend. Well, was, since we broke up not quite long. I haven’t told them yet about it, and certainly didn’t want them knowing. Our relationship was a complicated one, owning to the fact that she and I were different. Not like I’m pained.

“You know, babe,” Minaj looked up at Xander. “I think we should go on a double date sometime. What do you think?”

“Well, I don’t see why.” He laughed and kissed her forehead. “How about you, D. You bringing Márcie with you?”

I forced a smile and replied with a nod, “S-sure. I’m bet she’ll love it.” I said, and added a mutter, “That’s if she hears.”

AT MARIONETTE

I sat thinking of how I had messed up things; burying my head in my palms, I cried into it, knowing I’d lost my only chance. I should have taken things slowly, I thought. I never should have done that. I went on, soaking my palms with my salty tears. I shouldn’t be crying! He should be the one feeling sorry for making me feel bad. Some guy he is taking me off with those five minutes-old tunas and his fancy charms.

The door jerked open and Karen’s voice came, followed by another. But, the other voice didn’t belong to Joan.

“Oh, honey,” She started. “You should have seen that guy’s face,”

Their laughter echoed in the room, infecting the once noiseless place.

“Oh, if it isn’t Miss. Little Rudy pants,” Karen’s voice hovered, as she walked towards me.

“What do you want?” I asked testily and eyed her.

“Nothing -” She shrugged and chuckled in a mocking way.

“Oh, dear. You must be Tricia,” The white girl in a classy tank top, and a short skirt carved around a black net hose, said, her hand placed on Karen’s waist. “Karen here has told me all about you.”

I fixed my gaze on her. “Good things, I hope?”

“Ne-errrr,” She moved her hand. “Baby, what’ we going to do this Saturday?” She turned

“The usual partying… I guess?” Karen’s forehead wrinkled.

“Ah-aah! So right.” She snapped her fingers. “You coming, B?” She asked, rolling her eyes at me.

“Oh, please tell me she isn’t,” Karen broke in, squeezing her face. “We can’t possibly invite her to something we know she wouldn’t partake in. Right, Parker?!” She threw a snarl at me, and I smirked.

I knew my presence there will annoy her even more, so I knew exactly what to say. “What time is it?”

“What?!” She shouted.

“Oh, come on, Karry Woozy. She won’t cause any harm.” Her acquaintance said, and whispered into her ears.

“Fine! You can come.” She said to me, and turned to her girlfriend. “But know she’s your responsibility!” She groaned and started towards her bed.

“Wait. You haven’t told me your name,”

“I haven’t?” She puckered her gloss lips to the side. “Well, I’m gonna tell you at the party. Nine o’clock. Milton’s! Don’t be late!”

I nodded and watched her leave to Karen’s side. I gave a sigh and thought about the reply I had given, as I contemplated on whether to go or not.

Guess it wouldn’t hurt, I shrugged and got up. Making a stretch, I made for the door, pulling it open, and stepped out for a slight walk down the hall.

After some minutes of pacing, I walked back to my room, as soft moans and girly laughter came on the inside. I leaned closer, groaning at the realization of what was going on, and sat down on the floor. “Guess I have to stay here then.” I sighed, having no desire to interrupt.

“Hey. What’re you doing here?” Someone asked as I raised my head up.

“Daphne?” I blinked.

“Your Joan’s roommate, aren’t you?” She asked, and I nodded, bringing my legs up. “Can I?” She motioned to my side, and I nodded in affirmation.

I had no idea why I couldn’t make any utterance, but I felt the tingling feeling in my head, saying I shouldn’t say anything that’d add to the situation that I was in.

“Is Karen in?” She inquired, and still no answer came; only signals.

“Ah, I forgot that lesbian Roomie of yours is another thing entirely.” She laughed.

“You know?” My eyes shone.

“Who doesn’t?!” She replied with a raised brow. “Everyone on campus does.” She said.

“Well, I’m not surprised.” I said with a shrug, and we both laughed.

It turned out she wasn’t so bad after all, as we exchanged numbers and bid each other goodbye.