If Only She'd Loved Him

Chapter 42

Saturday 11:15 am

Sean slept through his alarm clock. He slept through his class and his Physics test. He woke up in a complete rage. This was all Megan's fault, her and her stupid friends. Getting off his bed with a groan, he checked himself out in the mirror. Eughh, his throat was pink with marks. Bunch of miserable Cro-Magnon creeps, and that Jean was the worst of the bunch, leading him on, pretending to be nice to him. What a little slut!

Sean looked again at his clock, 11:20 am. His class had started at 9:00. He could hear Professor Lowenstein now, "Absolutely, no excuses, Mr. Wozianowski, I told you the rules on the first day of class. You should have listened." Sean pictured him straightening his blue and red striped tie as he spoke, tightening the knot like a noose around his neck, refusing to listen as he pleaded his case. "No excuses, no late papers, no exceptions." There went his 4.0 average. His professor could be such a dick! Sean looked around at his still trashed room. They'd even wrecked his Japanese anime poster. Aiki's beautiful blue armor-plated breasts were torn in two. A piece of tape didn't fix it, just left a shiny mark that caught Sean's eyes. It was ruined. As he ripped his poster off the closet door, he caught a whiff of something. He sniffed the air. Paul's aftershave floated up his nose. It was all too much. He wanted to get the hell out. He wanted to take off for the weekend and do some fishing, forget about poor little Meggy and her asshole friends. Besides, they might come back. They might have figured out that he lied to them. Sean started to sweat. The last place he wanted to be was where they could find him.

Pulling out his canvas duffel bag, he threw some clothes in it. He grabbed his collapsible fishing rod, tackle included, and stuffed it in too. Orson Scott Card's Ender's Game was the last thing he tossed inside his bag. Zipping it up, he threw on his jacket and went out the door, car keys in his hand. He left the window just slightly open to get rid of the stench they'd left behind. Sean knew just where he would go. Erik had stood by his side in the past. He'd been his best friend since his freshmen year. He wouldn't desert him now. He would go to Cameron Lake, do a little fishing, relax and unwind. If his ex-roommate happened to be there too, well, then they could sit around, have a few beers, a few laughs, maybe even a little hunting. And Sean could do what best friends do: Warn him that Jean and her friends were searching for him.