NERDGASM (Camren)

Chapter-17

Camila

This night isn't going how I imagined it would.

Things were off to a great start when I got the details from Normani, and we were texting back and forth to make sure we were both on the same page. The plan was to get dolled up, show up, and casually bump into Lauren.

Well, here I am, dolled up, shown up, and not bumping into my girlfriend.

Instead, I'm standing here, lost in a crush of people as I wait for Lauren and Normani to walk by at some point. Her text from a few minutes ago said they arrived, and I'm trying my best not to scan the party for them.

Stay cool.

Stay casual.

I'm hanging out in the living room, which I thought would be the best spot since I have a clear view into the kitchen and entryway to the frat house. It's a great place strategically, but it also puts me in everyone else's line of sight, too. In the past fifteen minutes, I've had to turn down a dance from a drunken jock, decline drinks from guys I don't know and have no interest in getting to know, and make awkward small talk with someone who claims to have had a class with me.

The awkward small talk girl is finally dragged away by a friend, and I breathe in a sigh of relief at being alone again. I definitely don't miss this scene or the guys who love it. Now that I know Lauren's here, I just need to be patient for a little while longer.

Just as I think this, I feel a warm presence at my back. I can feel my lips start to lift in a smile—I really hope it's Lauren —but they immediately turn down when the person behind me speaks.

"Oh, damn, it's Lauren 's little girlfriend."

Ugh, of all places to see Shawn, he has to be here.

I try to take a page from Lauren's book and ignore him.

Don't engage, don't engage, don't engage, I repeat to myself.

"Who knew the little nerd could get such a hot piece of ass?" Shawn's guffaws follow his words, and I can feel my ire start to rise.

Oh, hell no, he did not just say that.

I turn to look at him, daggers in my eyes, a frown twisting my lips, and venom dripping from my words.

"Oh, damn, it's Shawn, the asshole. Who knew his dick would be as small as his mind? Oh, wait, I did"

His eyes widen in surprise before they narrow angrily at me. I shouldn't have said anything, but seeing his friends try to stifle their laughter at my retort has me feeling all sorts of satisfied.

"Why would I be jealous of that loser?"

"Besides the fact that Lauren's smarter, better-looking, and an all-around much nicer person than you? She's also got something huge, and she has nothing to prove to anyone by being a full-time douche canoe."

It seems as if I've hit a nerve and crossed a line because Shawn's face reddens as he takes a menacing step toward me. He looks apoplectic with rage, and his big arm darts out and grasps my arm roughly.

"If you like dick so much, I'm happy to show you a real man's."

Fear courses through me at his words. "Let go of me, asshole!" I smack his fist with my hand, but he doesn't budge.

I can't tear my eyes off Shawn, but I can feel the crowd around me start to stir at the commotion.

"Where's your little girlfriend, huh? No one to s-save you now?" he mocks, taunting me as he tightens his grip.