MY CAMPUS LIFE – 7&8 {UNEDITED}

By JessyKen:

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DEREK’S P.O.V

  I laid in my room, remembering the guy I had seen with Tricia the other day. Who is this guy, and why does it seem like I’ve seen him somewhere? Why does it always have to be others guys that Trish have to move with? Why can’t it be? Am I not good-looking? What’s it that makes other guys really special in her eyes that I’m not? These questions ran through my mind, getting me distracted from what I was reading.

  I managed to get up, a sigh eluding my frost-covered lips, as I called to Oliver’s attention. “You stepping out, bruh?”

  I couldn’t think of a much better question to ask, so I went for that instead.

  He averted his gaze from his phone and looked at me in a weird way. “Stepping out?”

  I sighed and waved my hand. “Oh, never mind.”

  I made toward the door, got hold of the doorhandle and thought of where else to go. Having no desired place in mind, I let go of it and made back to my bed.

  “Thought you were going somewhere?” My roommate smirked.

  I returned it, and laid back down; my two hands placed on my head.

  “Relationship drama?”

  “Hmm?” I released my clasped hands and turned to him.

  “I know what can make you feel okay,” He said.

  I sat upright and stared eagerly. “You do?”

  He grinned. “Yes, I do!”

  The air was filled with crazy boom songs being played, and the loud roars coming from the people in the club wasn’t helping the situation. I placed my palms on the sides of my head, properly covering my ears so as to drain the noise, as it wasn’t of any effect. I looked to where Oliver was busy with some girl in a skimpy black outfit, and I moved to the side, having no intention of partying like the rest of the people.

  “Hey-hey people. Who’s ready to rock this house?!” The DJ’s voice echoed loudly, erupting pretty cheers from the crowd.

  “Is this what you said would make me feel better?” I said to Oliver, as he paid no attention, with his downside aimed at his acquaintance’s butt.

  I watched as she ground her round ass on him, her boobs making some alluring dangling moves, making me lose focus.

  Those boobs! My mind swiftly went to Tricia’s gifted melons, as I felt my dick get real hard.

  “Hey, handsome.” A female voice spoke, as I turned in the direction.

  She looked really gorgeous, not as gorgeous as Tricia, though, and had really perfect legs.

  I could feel the hotness in my boxer’s area, as she threw her half-naked body on me, moving her ass in rhythm of the song. I could see my dick sticking out from its comforts, and I swallowed really hard, feeling beads of sweat gather up on my face. I can’t do this. I can’t…! I breathed, pulling away from the dancing lady.

  “What’s wrong, baby? Aren’t you having fun?” She asked coyly, drawing closer as she ran her hand on my already-hard drive.

  A part of me so wanted her to have me all in, but I had my fears. I pushed her off me, turning to Oliver as I saw the girl he had with him focused mouth-in on his dick, as he had her lead him on.

  I stared in disgust, giving my eyes a sharp roll, as I stormed off immediately, taking the first cab I saw back to my hostel.

   “Haha haha haha!” Noisy laughter filled my room, jerking me up from sleep.

  “Oh, you’re home,”

  I stared at the drunken state of my roommate and the girl from the party, who was all over him. “You got to be kidding me!Is she sleeping here?”

  “Come on in, baby. We’ve got plenty of room for you.” He staggered to his bed, making me seem like I was invisible.

  I sighed and laid back down, my head turned to the wall, “Some annoying night this is.”

  “Oh, baby. I think your roommate’s so grumpy.” The girl teased, and he laughed.

  “Isn’t he?”

  I groaned and grew jealous, hearing them kiss, as it grew deeper, with soft moans hovering in the air – and the sound of spurting and yelps, and a rustling sheet following closely, making me groan even more.

  I turned to face them, frowning at the sight, as I pulled my blanket with me, getting up. I made to leave, and, with a final look at the couple, turned the handle and stepped out!

 

  “Hey, is Joan home?” A black girl in a strapless gown asked.

  “Home?” I tossed my book on the drawer by the corner.

  “I mean… oh, you know that already.” She smiled.

  I heaved a sigh and crossed my arms. “No, she’s not.”

  “Okay. But can you please tell her someone came looking for her?” She asked meekly.

  “And why is that? Am I her messenger?”

  “You don’t have to be so rude, please. You don’t even know me.”

  My eyes widened and I huffed. “Oh, fine. I’ll inform her about it.”

  “Thank you,” She breathed. “I’m…”

  “Sophie!!” A voice hollered outside the room.

  I groaned inwardly and watched, as another black girl entered. “OMG!”

  “Sophie, where are the cookies I asked you to keep for me?” She questioned, showing her the empty plate.

  I can’t believe this girl actually stays here, I gaped at the two girls as they argued.

  “Um, excuse me. Can you girls not do this here? I was reading before you came in.” I interrupted and they stopped.

  “Oh, dear. Don’t mind my sister. She just gets really…”

  “Really what?!” The other girl whom Chelsea had earlier introduced as Daphne, cut in furiously.

  “Sisters?” I gasped.

  “Yes, sisters.” Sophie affirmed, tugging at her arms. “Come on, D, let’s go.”

  “Not when you bring them cookies back! I’m starved!” She whined playfully, following her sister out the door.

  I laid back down, feeling relieved again, as I thought of what next to do, since I actually had no zeal of picking my book back up.

  I sat upright, giving a stretch, and picked my phone up, logging into Facebook as I began scrolling through pictures.

  I came upon a post I had earlier skipped, realizing who it was, and rushed back to get a clearer view of the people in the picture.

   I gasped at the sight and my phone fell to the floor. “Oh, no!”

🦋🦋🦋EPISODE EIGHT 🦋🦋🦋

I was shaken by the sight, my mouth going dry instantly, as the image of the two hovered in mind. I don’t believe this! So Daphne and Philip are together? I breathed heavily, feeling my insides grow hotter than ever before.

I looked to where my phone was on the ground, and contemplated on whether to pick it up or not.

Having no urge to do so, I brought my pillow close to my bosom, trying to hold myself from crying.

I thought about my chance of being with him, and how impossible it would be. No! No,Trish. This is not the end. You can’t back down. Not now! You’re not the type that backs down easily, and you won’t! So don’t let this pull you down! You’ve got James. Phil’s not the only guy.

I laid down totally, burying my face in my pillow, as I screamed into it. “You got to put yourself together, girl! You’re better than this! You are!

I slammed my fist on the bed and raised my head up again, placing it properly on the fragrance-coated pillow, as the spirit of sleep came drifting me off in no time.

“Howdy, girl.” Philip greeted, sitting beside me.

I pretended not to have heard him and buried my head in my books.

“Um, what’ you got there? Working some problems out, hey?” He teased, rubbing his arms on mine.

What does it look like I’m reading, I wanted to spit, but kept quiet, trying not to let my anger get the best of me.

“Ooh, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” He joked, poking my ribs.

I groaned and turned to him. “Can you please quit it?! I’m not in the mood for your silly games.”

He stared in shock, as I got up, took my bag from the desk, and walked out on him.

PHILIP’S P.O.V

I had no idea why she had done that, but I was anxious to know why. Tricia has never for once ignored me, or acted rude towards me, so what would make her act this way? Why does it seem like she’s angry with me?

I looked back at the table, noticing an unusual book seated perfectly on it. Her diary! I gasped. She must have dropped this by mistake.

I got up, heading for the hallway, as I rolled my eyes around, catching no sight of her.

I sighed frustratedly and walked back to my seat, praying things would turn out fine, before the evening light came.

“Gosh, I don’t believe this guy. How could he act like everything’s okay, whereas it’s not?” I grumbled to myself, sipping my orange drink out of its juice box.

I stared blankly, having no notice of the passersby, as I tightened my lips on the straw.

“You okay there?Hmm?” A voice startled me, as I looked up.

“Chelsea?”

“Mm-hmm. You know I saw what happened back there,” She sighed and sat down beside me.

“So you did -” I bit my lower lip and let go of the juice box in my hand.

“Why don’t you just come out and tell him how you really feel.” She opined, like she had actually read my mind.

I gave a forceful smile and looked down at my fingers. “You just don’t understand, Chels. It’s complicated.”

She repeated, “Complicated?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded and clasped my arms. “I mean, he’s dating, and I’m… gosh! Like it would mean anything if I told him the truth?”

“Dating?” Her eyes widened. “Trish, if you’re talking about Daphne, then you’re wrong, cause they’re certainly not doing anything!”

“Really?Then explain this?!” I grinned and showed her the photo of them clad in a fluffy sweater, having an “I LOVE YOU” boldly written on it.

“You mean that?” She chuckled softly.

“That was a memory from last two months, Trish. Didn’t you check the date?”

I eyed her and thought, I definitely didn’t think of that, did I? I looked up at her. “So they’re not really a couple?”

“Certainly not!” She laughed. “Daphne is Philip’s ex,” She explained. “Well, ex turned friend.” She added, “There’s nothing going on between them, believe me.”

I breathed a sigh and felt relieved at that moment. “So they’re just friends, and nothing more?”

She smiled and said, ‘Uh-huh. So don’t you worry, friend. Philip is going no where!”