Letting Loose; The Prologue

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Marci + college = letting loose in all the wrong ways.

NOW THE PROLOGUE TO A NOVEL.
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Submitted: September 21, 2011

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Her delicate fingers brushed the matted hair from in front of her face to behind her ears. A small exhale sent several strands of dark brown flying through the air, landing on the unfamiliar pillow where her head rested. Guilty feelings ran through her mind as she looked at the masculine hand lying on the boyish blue comforter next to her. As Marci sat up in the bed, she squinted at the room around her. A few sports posters, a calendar, a computer desk, and dresser were all placed neatly around the small room. As her legs left the bed, she expected to touch the cold hardwood floor, but her eyes widened when she looked down to find her small feet stepping on a pair of blue jeans.

“Good morning, Mary. Are you leaving already?”

The boy on the bed’s voice startled Marci, but she turned her head and replied, “It’s Marci, and what happened last night?”

“Marci, right. I’m not surprised you don’t remember,” he said, pulling a baby blue tank top out from under the covers. “Is this yours?”

Marci nodded, snatching the fabric from his hands. “What do you mean you’re not surprised?”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he grabbed a shirt from the end of the bed and slid it on over his head. “I’m Cameron. Put some clothes on and we can talk over breakfast.” Cameron scooted off of the bed, picked up his jeans, and left the room.

Marci’s head pounded violently as she stood up, scampering for her clothes before he came back to the room. After she was dressed in last night’s outfit, she checked her phone. 10:18 AM, no new messages, no missed calls. As confused as she was, Marci’s grumbling stomach reminded her of how she just wanted something to eat. Opening the bedroom door, Marci looked around the quiet house.

“In here,” Cameron said, slightly louder than whisper. Without thinking, Marci’s feet followed the voice, leaving the bedroom and eventually leading to the kitchen. Several red cups were spread out on the kitchen floor, but Marci was just focused on eating. “I hope you like cereal. Pick a box,” said Cameron, pointing to a cabinet full of cereal boxes.

Marci grabbed some and filled her bowl without talking. She sat across from him at the small kitchen table and finally asked, “So, can you please tell me what happened?”

“As if it isn’t obvious enough already, my housemates and I threw a move-in party. You came here with some girl…Jasmine? Yeah, Jasmine. She left at about midnight to go back to campus with Chris, one of my housemates. Remember that?”

Honestly, Marci didn’t remember any of that. All she said was, “Not really, but Chris is Jasmine’s boyfriend, so I guess that makes sense. Why would she leave me here, though?”

“She didn’t,” Cameron explained. The look on Marci’s face grew confused until Cameron continued, “You wanted to stay here. You said you were having fun with your ‘new, partying friend,’ me.”

After a few moments, Marci sat straight up in her chair and blurted, “I don’t just jump into bed with any guy I meet, you know. I have a 3.8 GPA and never party.”

“You probably don’t remember anything because of this,” Cameron said, holding up a large, empty bottle of some liquor. Marci’s head fell to the table, too ashamed to look into Cameron’s sparking blue eyes. “Don’t feel bad, it’s college after all,” he added, reaching over the table and setting his hand gently on her shoulder. And trust me, you had fun, I promise.

As her head rose, Cameron brushed the tears in her eyes away and calmly said, “Hey now, none of that. But finish up eating, I have to work at 11. After my shower, I’ll give you a ride back to campus.” Marci nodded, but she couldn’t help but feel terrible. This wasn’t the person she was at all. She rinsed her bowl out in the sink and walked back to Cameron’s room, gathered the few things she had there, and tossed them into her cross-body bag.

Walking out of the shower and to his room with only a towel wrapped around him, Cameron reached into his closet for his work polo and a belt. He looked at Marci and smiled. Regardless of the fact that he was shirtless, Marci just stared at his dimples. Even though she was ashamed of herself since waking up that morning, Marci had to admit to herself; at least he was good looking. After Cameron changed into his clothes, he grabbed his keys and led Marci to the door. They rode the not-so-lengthy ten minute drive back to Marci’s dorm in complete silence.

As Cameron pulled in front of the dorm building, he said, “You have my number, if you ever need anything.”

Marci ignored him and asked, “Where do you work?”

Although the name of the auto care center was sewn in big letters on Cameron’s polo, he replied, “The auto care center right off of the highway next to the new gas station.”

“Working with cars must suck. I bet all that oil changing and stuff gets annoying and filthy.”

Cameron laughed softly, “Believe it or not, I almost didn’t go to college. I wanted to be an auto mechanic for a long time. Now that I have a job in the business, I couldn’t imagine doing that for the rest of my life.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead gently, then whispered, “Sometimes you have to get a little dirty and do something crazy to figure out where you belong.”


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