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Standing here now, I can't believe how easily I allow Cam to talk me into this kind of thing; like always, I cave to her whims.
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Her newest conquest, pledging a sorority, is not my cup of tea, but her argument for me to come tonight – pretty convincing.
"Please, do it for me," she whined. "You can't stay in and study every night."
Taking another bite of pizza, she plopped down next to me on the bed. My hands instinctively grabbed at my textbook and notepad that bounced with her movement.
"Finals are two weeks away. Plus, we both know you'll ace them even if you don't study for the rest of the term.''
I breathed out a breath of frustration and gave her a sideways glance.
"I'll do your hair, and you can wear one of my new dresses." She pulled the tiny Free People dress from our shared closet, and I groaned in defeat; she knew she'd won.
Sure enough, she made me look like I belonged - with her - at this party.
Although I could never replicate the messy waves or smokey eye thing she did, I felt pretty when I looked in the mirror before we left our room.
But that – that was before Brock Rollings spilled the entire jug of fruit punch on me.
And where is Cam when I need a ride home?
That's right... NOWHERE to be found!
Well, I can't very well stay here. Now, can I?
No, is the obvious answer.
I look at the red outline that covers the front of the dress and runs down my legs, leaving a sticky trail.
My borrowed heels squelch with each step as I walk down the front stairs of the sorority house.
I lean against a large tree and pull my cell from my purse, attempting to call her for the fifth time.
Still no answer.
I look in the general direction of our dorm.
Hockley Hall is on the far east side of campus.
The dimly lit street and the empty sidewalks cause apprehension to settle in the pit of my stomach like a lead weight.
Shaking my head, I let out a puff of frustration.
I don't want to walk by myself, but it's becoming more and more apparent that I don't have another choice.
I think back to the "stranger danger" kiosks that they just installed on campus and decide to go on my own.
With my mind made up, I begin walking the twenty minutes I know it will take to maneuver through the buildings and randomly placed monuments on our campus.
Just as I make it across the street, I hear someone calling my name and the sound of footsteps running up to join me.
