Followers: the Encounter

Followers

Much time had past since he had met eyes with the girl of his daydreams, leaving Cameron to the woes of unrequited conversation.

“She hasn’t been to class in weeks,” he said to the tops of his shoes, sullenly, yet faintly audible.

Gawking at the frivolous unwinding of his shoelaces, he walked forlornly with the booming of the church bells to where it all began.

7: 40 a.m., Liberal Arts Building, Boise State University.
Part 1: The Awkward Silence

Cameron, college freshman and hopeless romantic, swings wide the door of the classroom to see Sally collecting her things.

In a moment of flustered panic he reaches out to speak to her, but is met with the crippling awkwardness of sexual frustration.

“Hey, where have you been?”

“Do I know you?” Sally snapped coldly as she brushed past him, taking a second this time to pause and ensnare him with her fixated stare.

Feeling four inches tall, Cameron’s eyes turned toward the floor.

“Cameron, I’m kidding,” laughed Sally as his heart resumed beating. “Take a joke, much?”

As he regained feeling in his hands, face and genitals, Cameron hesitated, reaching deep into his pockets for anything to say.

“Well, I have class,” said Sally as she looked around for any excuse to leave. “I’ll be seeing you.”

Left to dwell on the cryptic nature of her exit, Cameron found his seat and poured himself into his notebook that, since meeting Sally, had become wrought with scribbles and short stanzas about love, lust and oral sex.

“Hey man,” said a squeaky yet comforting voice to the left of him. “What’s with the brooding? You’re not going to go all Columbine on our asses are you?”

“Screw you,” barked Cameron through his teeth.

“Damn Columbine, take it easy. I was just busting your balls. Didn’t your mother ever teach you to take a joke?”

Cameron wanted to break every lanky bone in this guy’s body.

Through an ever-widening grin, the son-of-a-bitch spoke yet again, begging Cameron to take his eyes away from his lovesick catharsis. “Columbine, I have a bottle of Ten High and a liter of Dr. Pepper with your name on it. Want to come by, sit in a lawn chair and throw some water balloons at chicks?”

Unbeknownst to Cameron at the time, the person he was looking at was destined to become one of the greatest and most loving friends that he would ever share a bathroom floor with.

Presented with such a profound request, Cameron couldn’t help but acquiesce to the stranger’s demands. After exchanging a high-five the two boys gathered up their things and made their way to the door.

“The name’s Collin, Collin Sanders.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m—”

“Like I give a shit,” chuckled Collin. “Let’s go do something we’ll regret.”

Last week’s episode can be found at Followers: the First Day II

To start from the beginning visit: Followers: the First Day

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