Desire 2

Chapter Eight

After I had changed and gathered my books, Drew an I headed towards the library after making a stop at Starbucks. 

Once we had arrived at the library, we found a table near a window and arranged our books across the table to give off the illusion that we were working. 

We placed our coffees in front of our books beside our phones and sat, talking as the day turned to evening and the evening turned to night. 

Drew was amazing. He really was. The way he smiled and the way he watched someone as they spoke was something that I had never seen before. It was like he was trying to absorb your every word and it was mesmerizing. 

We ended up laughing about the textbook we so desperately needed to find and how on the first day, the professor told all of the classes that it wasn't available to students. 

"That guy's a dick," he joked as I continued to laugh. 

"Yeah. I mean like why would he even put the stupid book on the list if we couldn't find it? Like he literally put it on the list to cause us stress," I replied, still laughing. 

The laughing began to cease as we focused more of our attention on our work. I struggled to keep my eyes open and on the pages. 

"Shit. Cam, what are you reading?" He asked in a chuckle. 

"It's humanities and I'm supposed to read these two chapters that are literally so boring," 

"Here. Let me see if I can help," he spoke, in a sly voice, sliding into the seat beside me, "My sister takes this class," 

He pulled the book in front of him as I followed his movements with my eyes.

"Okay, so," he began, 

"Humanities is the study of human interactions and diverse perspectives across the globe," he read in an old French accent. 

I immediately burst into laughter, causing me to lay my head on the table. 

"Oh my god," I managed to get out. 

"Do you like the accent?" He asked, still speaking in it. 

"Yes," I replied in sarcasm. 

He flashed his smile as he looked back down at the book. I leaned back up and found myself leaning my arm against his shoulder. 

"Sorry," I laughed. 

"No, no. It's fine," he replied back in a smirk, "you can touch me all you want," 

"Shut up," I laughed, our faces suddenly becoming much closer. 

"You know," he began, "I know that Austin is kind of a big deal around here but I gotta tell you. I think he's kind of an idiot," 

"Why do you think that?" 

"Well, I mean he left you. Even though you wanted to be with him because I can tell you something. If you said that you wanted to be with me," he stated, leaning close enough to my face that our noses were touching, "I'd hop on that offer so fast," 

We held eye contact for a moment before my phone began to move on the table. I kept my eyes glued to his as I pulled my phone in front of me. 

I picked it up and pulled the phone to my face. It was Michele. 

I immediately focused my attention back onto the phone and began to stand. 

"I, um, I gotta take this call," I muttered. 

"Okay," he smiled, backing away from me as I walked away from the table. 

** 

"Hello?" I answered. 

"Camdyn! Hi sweetie! How are you?" She asked in a cheerful tone. 

"I'm fine. How about you?" I replied, touching the books on a nearby shelf as Drew made faces at me as I spoke. 

"I'm good! But hey! I was just wondering if you've heard from Austin recently?" 

"No. Should I have? Is everything okay?" I asked, becoming panicked. 

"Oh well that's weird. I just figured that since he was in town a couple days ago that he would've spoken with you,"

"No. Wow," I finished, insulted. 

"Yeah. He actually stayed with the guys and they all hung out with their girlfriends and stuff," 

I stood in amazement at what I had just heard. Had they really kept this from me? What the hell was wrong with them? 

Drew knew something was wrong and mouthed the word "what" as my expression changed. 

"Well, Michele I have to go but I'll talk to you soon," I spoke. 

"Okay, honey. Take care, alright?" 

"Oh I will," I replied before hanging up. 

I headed back to the table where Drew sat before pushing my books into a pile and gathering them in my arms. 

"What's wrong?" He asked. 

"I have to go," I laughed. 

"Is everything okay?" He questioned. 

"Not really," I laughed again, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. 

"Do you want me to come?" He asked, suddenly concerned. 

"Yeah, um, you can if you want," I replied, pushing past him and towards the exit.