Cold Comfort

You start walking toward the campus bookstore, you had noticed a hair salon near there when you were on the way to breakfast. As you go you just couldn't let go of what had happened, it played on you. Your downcast mood was slowly but surely starting to turn sour.

Fuckin Charlie. Man he over reacted. You kept running the scene over and over in your mind. You were just trying to help him get some tail. Most guys would have thanked you! What was wrong with him? You shake your head. This was bothering you WAY more than it ought to. What the hell was wrong with you? You simply could not understand the intensity of your emotions right now.

If you were truly honest with yourself it wasn't the embarrassment of the scene, you could give a shit about that, it was the fact you hurt him. That was what was really getting to you. You felt like you'd whipped a puppy or something.

You find a quiet area and pull out your phone. You dial Samantha, you just had to talk to someone. Anyone. She has barely answered before you go off on Charlie. You tell her all about the scene at breakfast. You tell her how you were just trying to give a guy a hand. You try to explain what was riling you up but you failed miserably.

There is silence for a time on the other end of the line. "Jon."

"What?" You snap.

"Who the fuck cares? Seriously. Who cares?" She responds. "This guy sounds like a total shut-in perma-virgin nerd loser. Fuck him. I mean, if he's got you so mad kick his ass or something. He's not worth your time though."

The conflicting emotions rising in you surprises you. Just moments before you were ranting about him now suddenly you felt defensive of him. You sigh as your anger subsides. "He's not a loser. And I'm not kicking anyone's ass. Jesus."

She wonders. "Were you trying to impress the girls or something?"

"No, of course not."

"Better not have been! Anyways, than it's no big deal. None of your business if he's a virgin. Let the loser be a loser."

"He's not a loser, he's cool." You insist.

"Doesn't sound cool. He's an emotionally fucked up asshole. Probably a faggot."

"Don't say that Sam!"

"Calm down. Why is this bothering you anyways? He's just your roomie for fuck sake, who cares?" She laughs. "I know what it is! You're missing me already aren't you? That's got you all crabby. Aww, my Jon misses me. Maybe next year we can get an apartment together, huh? A little love nest of our very own. Doesn't that sound nice?" She coos.

You close your eyes and rub them with your fingers and thumb. You let out a long sigh. This had been a huge mistake. You shouldn't have called her. She just didn't understand, hell...you didn't even understand. "Yeah, that does sound nice. Uh...I gotta go okay. Sorry I bothered you."

She laughs. "No bother. You know it is still early, you could probably get another room. Dump the loser Jon."

"Bye Sammy." You say.

"Bye baby, miss you. Love you."

"Yeah...um yeah...love you too." You hang up.

You take a deep breath. Pull yourself together Jon. You were acting so fucking weird. You put the phone away and go to continue on toward the hair salon....no. Not yet. You hated dancing around shit, you'd deal with this head on. You jog off toward the dorm.