Smed finally got an e-mail from Caitlin. He was so excited to get it, but then as he read it. It just didn't seem like her at all. Why hadn't she written before? Why had she waited so long?
Damn, he should have just taken a bus, some time ago. Shown up on campus and made it known that he really had feelings for her. No, no, he could have asked her to prom. Or even the homecoming dance. Or right there in chemistry when she was the next table over with her chemistry partner. Why hadn't he tried to be her partner?
Why? Why? He winced. Almost sick of himself. He could have tried. He really could have, but he didn't. He didn't budge. Didn't make a real effort.
He felt a bit grim now as he stared at her e-mail. Something had happened and she decided to e-mail him. He thought his heart might sink into the pit of his stomach. He rubbed his cheek then as his elbow rested on the desk and he contemplated what to do.
But then he looked over his shoulder. Megan took up the whole bed. She was hugging his pillow now, off in dreamland, of course. It was too late. Just too late. She was here and it was done, three condom wrappers ago. There on the floor.
He nursed his bottom lip. He had to type something. He had too.