Megan thought she might become physically ill. She sat there on the edge of the bed, listening to Smed about Sammi.
Megan cringed. How was this possible? Wasn't Sammi suppose to be sweet and nice. She was no Caitlin.
"Did you say anything?"" She looked at him.
"Not really." Smed was even lipped.
Sometimes, she didn't think he could save himself from anything. She swelled a frown and so wanted to throw something.
"Don't go crazy." Smed went to get dressed.
"I'm not." Megan scowled. "Do you even like her?" She wanted to know if there would ever be a chance of them together.
"No." He winced back. "I mean..you know..NOT LIKE THAT. Like uh..a little sister. Maybe."
She wanted to get back at Sammi so bad. This was her Smed she was messing with. How was she going to keep them apart?
Megan looked at the flyer on the night stand. It was a flyer to some frat house. It wasn't the most sought after house on campus, but it might be just what Megan needed. A distraction for Sammi.