"Hey, I just met you,
and this is crazy,
but here's my number,
so call me, maybe?"
- Carly Rae Jepsen, 'Call Me Maybe'
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Eleanor didn’t ask for me to see Louis again. Which, really, you have no idea how okay with that I was. Nothing against Louis or anything, because he’s a really great guy, but I was perfectly fine with not having to see him.
Not to mention, I couldn’t watch documentaries about giraffes thanks to that night. And I really like giraffes. And, apparently, I had a lot of free time.
So it was back to the life of Hunter, College Student.
And, it’s a pretty boring life to live. I went back to being socially awkward and scuttling around campus. Eleanor was satisfied with the fact that her boyfriend wasn’t cheating on her and went back to her apartment, leaving Keller and I to study in peace.
That morning, I was walking back to my room after one of my classes. It was a nice day. Oxford’s a beautiful school, although it has its drags at times (i.e. having the sketchiest Chinese restaurant in all of England). But it was days like that which made the school so much more tolerable. Everyone was in a great mood and my hair was behaving normally. Really, it should have been like a national holiday.
And then my phone rang.
Actually, my phone ringing wasn’t a bad thing. I enjoy the fact that I have friends. It was the fact that it was my step-brother that was calling me that made it even worse.
When my parents divorced half a million years ago, my mom remarried, which ultimately gave me the addition of two stepbrothers. Because I was only four when she married my stepdad and I was an only child before, I can sadly say that I do not remember a time in which my stepbrothers were not around.
Richie was the older of the two, and an all-around great guy. You looked at him and his presence basically screamed ‘ALL-AMERICAN.’ He had blonde hair, blue eyes, was tall and a great athlete. Richie’s smart, too. But instead of becoming a spokesperson for United States’ tourism or a baseball player, Richie decided to be a fireman. Which, really, is a great job. He was saving the world.
And then there was Junior.
There is nothing good to say about Junior. There will never be anything good to say about Junior. He was two years older than me and was a complete ass. He was always meddling in other people’s business and was the biggest hellion that I knew. So, yes, the fact that he was calling my phone (which was going to cost me a million dollars because he lived overseas) was nothing for me to smile about.
“What?” I snapped, holding my phone up to my ear.
“So, how mad would you be if I did something that was relatively bad?” You see why I hate him? Because he begins conversations like that.
“Junior, what the hell did you do?” I demanded, stopping dead in my tracks. I was done with my classes for the day so it wasn’t like I had anywhere else to be.
“Has anybody called you recently?”
“Junior!”
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“It’s a no,” I grumbled, resuming walking again. People had called me, but it was all from numbers that I knew. I had only made it a few steps when I spotted a familiar face amongst the crowd.
