Smed supposed he'd hear nothing from Caitlin. He should have expected it.
Why had he done such a stupid thing like that? Write her an e-mail as if he were someone else. Evidently, that was definitely not the way Megan sounded in an e-mail. He tried to forget about it. No harm done. He wasn't exactly a stalker. Kind of a one shot deal. That's what it was. A one shot that evidently was off the target, completely.
He kept busy. He was sure Megan was mad at him. Wasn't that to be expected? Well, he was giving up. Quickly. Keeping his mouth shut. Acting as indifferent as usual. He was on no ones side in this. Not that he was going to go to the next party and act like an idiot with his buds, either, who just goofed around mostly. Flaunting their abs. Maybe lipstick too. Just to be crazy and drunk. Really, he needed a new life, but this was all he had. One little side stop with Megan for a bit of chivalry had gotten him no where. The good guys were pathetic. Now weren't they?
Just as he looked up, he saw who was there. He knew who it was even if he was a bit grimy in that disgusting straw hat with the cut sleeves from a western style shirt and jeans with grass stains and oil. Craig.
Smed shot Megan a look who was looking at the veggie trays. Smed stepped up quickly to take his order.
Honestly, what the fuck had happened? Craig was manual labor too. Had the gods gone crazy? This looked terminal. No, must be just a summer job. Had to be. That guy would be out of here, by the end of summer.
Naturally. Megan was instantly not her happy self. She looked so grim. It was the first time, Smed actually wondered what had happened to them. Perhaps they weren't the out right golden couple of high school, but they'd always been together. The longevity alone was amazing. Everyone wanted what they had. Except most had never experienced it. And it was sad that it was over now.