Interruption

"Uhhhh..." You stutter wildly as Meghan bats her eyelashs and shoots you a 'come hither' look. She traces the neckline of her shirt with her finger and pulls it down slightly to show off some cleavage. The hormones that were already flowing from your time with Melody come back to the surface. Meghan was a very attractive girl and it might require more self-control than you have to refuse her offer.

But fate intervenes as a loud ringing noise comes from Meghan's laptop. "Hmmm?" She asks, coming out of her seductive trance. She looks over at the computer screen. "Oh, geez, an instant message. Sorry, Jack. I'll just be a second."

"Uh...sure." You say numbly, still a little off-guard. Meghan gets up and goes over to her desk. She stares at the screen for a few moments, then lets out a little 'huh' and starts typing. "Actually, I may be a little while longer. A bit of personal crisis going down."

"Pardon?"

"It's someone from my English class. She's having a major meltdown right now."

"Ah, I see." You nod. After a few seconds, you follow up with: "Wold it be rude of me to ask what's going on?"

"I suppose not. I just won't use names." She goes back to typing. "This girl has got a close friend that she secretly harbors a crush for."

"I know how that feels." You mutter.

"Really? Well, anyway, this girl's actually rooming with her friend and there's been a bunch of sexual tension and everything between them. Well, she told me that she's really sick and her friend was taking care of her and they almost kissed. Now she's flipping out."

You feel a chill go up and down your spine. No way...that's just coincidence, right? There's no way it could be...could it? On a whim, you lean over to get a good look at the screen. You can see the message box Meghan is typing into. You can make out the two screennames being passed back and forth. One was Wyldgyrl05, which must be Meghan because the second one, Ember13, you recognize immediatly.

"Melody?!" You ask outloud, too in shock to hide your sneaking.

"Huh? You know her?" Meghan asks, looking back at you. She doesn't seem to concerned that you peeked.

"Y-yeah." You say slowly. "She's my roommate."

"She's your...wait, wait, wait." Meghan holds her hands up in confusion. "YOU are the friend?"

"I...am." You say slowly. "She...she has a crush on me?"

"Oh boy." Meghan says to herself, putting one hand to her mouth. "Oops?"

"She has a crush on me?" You ask again, a little more forceful.

"Y-yeah. We've talked about it a lot. She confides to me about it." Meghan looks into your face worrily. "I just fucked up bad, didn't I?"

Suddenly, you break into a grin. "No. No, you didn't. You didn't fuck up at all."

"So..." Megahn says slowly, trying to make sure all the dots were connected in her mind. "Do you...like her back?"

"Yeah, I do." You grin madly. "Do you mind if we study later? I think I have something important I need to do."

Meghan grins back. "Go ahead, Cassanova."