With a soft click the door closed after Cameron stepped out of her dorm, simultaneously tucking her cell phone into her pocket. Her body felt like it was moving on auto-pilot, just carrying her where she had to go, a moving pile of muscle. Her head was churning her brain into a mush as her body moved down the girls dormitory hallway. She was actually going to talk to Alex… It felt like she was about to walk into a car heading for a crash course. She had on a pair of skinny jeans, and a navy green tank top which was covered in a jeans jacket. Her shoes were simple flats she had slipped on before stepping out of her dorm. This is insane.. she thought to herself, every piece of common sense telling her that Alex didn’t want to see her. She should have just told Jackson. She should have just asked him to give Alex the message… But then again, Jackson would have probably told her something in the lines of ‘I thought you guys were okay? Why don’t you talk to him.’ or something that put her in an equally uncomfortable position.
As she walked into the boys dormitory hallway, she glanced around, feeling trapped, as if the walls were slowly closing in on her because they knew she had no business here. Which was true. She’d been in the Boys dormitory once since the break up. That was when Alex had been away. But ever since the break up, and the long trip Alex had taken with his parents, she hadn’t exactly talked to him. Why would she? It was clear that he couldn’t stand the sight of her. And didn’t Power control class and Algebra make things hard enough on the guy?
She dragged her legs as she reached the door to his dorm, pausing to stare at the familiar door jamb. God, how she wished she could have avoided this. With a deep inhale, her hand lifted and she gently knocked on the door, trying to keep her calm as she waited for an answer. Well, trying to. She noticed that her weight was shifting from one foot to the other, which meant she was mostly ready to make a break for it. But she stayed. This had to be done.
Alex punched the send button hard with his thumb and then threw the phone onto the bed next to him. He hadn’t expected to get a message from Cameron and had definatley not expected her to be on her way to his dorm room. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to her, he’d told Jack that he would just to shut him up but being honest even without Jack’s butting in he still would have done it. He’d came back to Dalgaard prepared to talk to her, wanting to talk to her actually.
He’d kept telling himself to go talk to her, willing himself to stop her in the door way of Algebra even if it was just to just mutter a hello or something, even just shoot her a smile across the room in Power Control. Anything to just show her a sign that he didn’t hate her, that he missed talking her, missed having her as a friend but he hadn’t been able to. He’d never admit it but he was scared. Scared that she wouldn’t want to talk to him and he really wasn’t sure he could handle it if it was the case. It was easier not to know.
In a way he was thankful that she had taken the first step. He would have taken it eventually but she had made it happen now. The message worried him. We need to talk. Nothing good ever started with those words. No one ever said we need to talk here’s a new car or something. It was we need to talk something has happened. A million senario’s and questions had flashed through his mind especially with the answer of you could say that to his is something wrong?
Hearing the knock on the door he got off his bed and pulled on the nearest t-shirt not even bothering to look at it as he made his way slowly to the door. Taking a deep breathe he slowly opened the door to see her standing there. With a weak smile he managed to get out a “Hey.” after only a half a minute of looking at her. “You were quick” he continued mentally kicking himself for the lame comment his hands moving down to fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt like they often did when he was nervous or uncomfortable.2 notes