Desire 2

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven 

I awoke the next morning around ten and ate a piece of toast with a hazelnut spread and was on my way. As I drove back to the campus, I didn't exactly know what I was doing. I knew I needed to have an actual conversation with Drew and that we had things to sort through but the thought made me sick beyond belief. 

The traffic was heavy as I sat with my glasses pressed to my face, waiting for the car in front of me to begin forward. I couldn't stop thinking but I was thinking about anything in particular. I knew one thing though: I was ready to start living again. I couldn't, wouldn't be that girl who's world stops spinning because a stupid guy broke her heart. I couldn't be that person. I had to be strong for myself and my wellbeing because I was pretty sure I would go insane if I didn't. My birthday was next week and all I knew was that nineteen had to be better than eighteen. 

** 

 I stepped onto the front porch of Drew's fraternity house and threw a hard knock on the door. One of Drew's friends opened up the door, shirtless and holding a bowl of colorful goldfish in his hands. 

"Well, damn, hey," he spoke, chewing the goldfish currently in his mouth. 

"Is Drew here?" 

"Of course he's here," he stated, stepping out of the doorway and clearing the way for me to step through. 

"Thank you," I replied, walking into the house to see empty bottles, condom boxes and red cups sat scattered around house, "I, um, I'm gonna go talk to him," 

"Might not want to do that," he spoke under his breath. 

I stopped mid-stride and turned to face him, "And why not?"

"Do you really want me to tel you why you shouldn't go up to his bedroom?" he raised his eyebrows. 

I shot him a concerned look before racing up the stairs and throwing open the door to Drew's bedroom. There, in his bed, lay a tall, strawberry-blonde woman with her legs sprawled across the bed, her hands across Drew's chest who slept with the sheet covering his waist and everything below. 

I took a deep breath before seeing Drew rise from the bed, his expression falling blank.

"Oh my God, no. Cam!" he yelled, jumping up from the bed and tossing on a pair of jeans as the woman struggled to sit up in the bed. 

I ran out of the doorway, slammng it behind me as I raced down the stair, tears filling my eyes. I passed by the guy with the goldfish and rushed out the door before feeling a tug pull me back onto the porch. 

"Cam! It's not what it looks like!" 

"Oh really? Because it looks like you hooked up with some random whore!" I shouted as the woman stepped out onto the porch. 

"What's going on Drew?" she asked, tryng to sound innocent. 

"Just go back inside, Isla," he shouted at her. 

"Isla? As in 'ex-fiancè Isla'?!" I almost screamed. 

"Who the hell are you?" she spat at me, raising her eyebrows. 

"I'm Cam, otherwise known as the girl that's about to beat your ass!" I stepped towards her before Drew pulled me back. 

"Well, he obviously wasn't thinking much of you when he was with me last night," he winked, before stepping back inside. 

I gave Drew a disgusted stare before a tear fell from my eye and he tried to pull me into his embrace. 

"No! Drew, no! What the hell is wrong with you? Why is she here?" 

"Do you really not know the answer to that?" he laughed. 

"What is wrong with you?" I yelled, slapping his chest, "Why in the hell did you sleep with her?" 

"Well, I mean, we aren't together so you really aren't entitled to an answer," 

"Why are you acting like this?" I spoke softly, trying to maintain my anger. 

"Like what? I'm just trying to move on. I'm sure that you already have," he spat, sticking his hands in his pockets. 

"Actually I haven't," 

"Well, maybe you should," he stated, expressionless. 

"Why are you being so mean?" I sobbed, reaching my hands to my face. 

"Jesus, Cam. I didn't mean to make you cry. All I'm saying is that, maybe you should move on. What if all this happened for a reason? What if you're meant to be with Austin and I'm meant to be with Isla? Maybe that's  why everything happened this way,"

I nodded slightly, a laugh escaping my mouth, "I never want to see you again,"

**

I sat still in my car, just as I had for the past twenty minutes before actually starting it and heading home. I knew I needed to talk about what was going but I didn't know who or if there was anyone that could understand what it felt like to have the person you loved ripped away from you. I needed someone who had felt the pain that I was feeling. I needed someone. I needed Zach. I turned the car towards their apartment complex and drove until I reached the entrance to the building. I took a deep breath before stepping out of the car and walking towards it.