Filed to story: That Campus Prince Is a Girl
As soon as the evening study period ended, Xander rushed back to the dorm, thinking Cameron had to come back eventually.
The evening study period ended at ten, and Cameron walked back into the dorm at exactly 10:18 p.m.
Xander was already sitting in his chair, flipping through a book like he’d been reading the whole time. He beamed at her like nothing had happened and gave a little wave. “Pretty boy, you’re back,” he greeted.
Cameron set her books down without sparing him a glance and headed straight for the sink to brush her teeth.
Xander scrambled to follow, grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste, and started brushing his teeth right next to Cameron. His elbow kept bumping into hers every now and then.
Each time he bumped her, Cameron inched further away. Then he moved in again.
Eventually, Cameron ended up backed into the corner. “Are you done?” she asked flatly.
Xander put on an innocent face. “You’re brushing your teeth, I’m brushing mine. What’s your problem?”
Cameron shot him a look colder than steel. Shrashed brushing interdime, turned, and headed for the bathroom.
Successfully unlocked!
Xander tried to follow, but Cameron slammed the clocked him straight in the nose. t moved fast enough, the door would’ve
Rubbing his nose, Xander muttered, “We’re both guys. What, we can’t even take a leak together? Why shut the door?”
Cameron’s face instantly darkened when she heard what Xander had just said from inside the bathroom.
When she came out, she found him loitering right by the door. The moment she appeared, he started looking around, avoiding her gaze.
Cameron went to grab her pajamas from the closet. Xander hurried to grab his too. Just as Cameron stepped into the bathroom, he slipped in after her.
“Let’s shower together, pretty boy. Save some time,” Xander said like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Cameron was speechless, her face stone cold. “Xander, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Xander flared up. “Say that again, I dare you.”
Cameron said expressionlessly, “Get out.”
Xander didn’t think much of it. “What’s the big deal? You scared I’ll see your junk’s underdeveloped or something?”
He thought, ‘Don’t all guys look more or less the same down there anyway?’
Cameron had no words. She grabbed his hand and shoved him out hard. “Out.”
Then she tossed his pajamas out after him, slammed the door shut, and locked it-all in one fluid move.
She honestly wanted to punch him, but figured Xander probably couldn’t take even one hit from her-especially considering he was a so-called athlete who managed to pass out just from running a few laps.
“Shit. What a damn princess. Doesn’t act like a dude at all,” Xander grumbled as he punched the wall furiously.
He thought, ‘All I wanted was to get a little closer to him. Why’s it so freaking hard?’
“What happened to you?” Bradley had just returned and found Xander all pissed off and fuming.
Xander instantly pulled himself together, his chin lifting with that familiar air of cocky defiance. “Nothing.”
Bradley glanced toward Cameron’s desk. “Cameron’s in the shower?”
“Yeah.” Xander nodded, still visibly annoyed.
Bradley frowned. “Then why were you lurking around the bathroom door like a creep?”
Xander scoffed, “We’re both guys. What’s the big deal?”
Bradley shot him a look. “So being a guy means he doesn’t get privacy now? You do realize he could actually press charges for that, right?”
Xander pursed his lips. “Yeah, yeah, got it, future big-shot lawyer.”
Eventually, he shuffled back to his seat, and Bradley didn’t bother saying anything else.
Xander sat down with a huff. His legs, strong and athletic, stretched out in front of him even as he slouched in his chair. Bored, he started fiddling with the strap on his wristwatch, throwing a quick glance toward the bathroom door.
Half an hour later, Cameron finally stepped out as girls always took their time in the shower.
She’d heard everything Bradley and Xander had said from inside. She gave Bradley a faint smile. “Brad, back late tonight?”
Bradley nodded. “I stopped by the library.”
Xander pointed at her. “You smiled? At him? Why the hell are you smiling at Bradley?”
Cameron and Bradley both fell silent. She was beyond done. She didn’t even bother acknowledging Xander’s whining and turned to Bradley instead. “Brad, I’m calling it a night. Good night.”
“Good night,” Bradley replied with a small smile.
Xander gritted his teeth. “What the hell? You two also just met. When did you get so chummy?”
However, neither of them answered. Bradley went to the bathroom for a shower. Cameron climbed into bed and drew the curtain shut without another word.
Xander sat there, speechless. ‘What the hell is this? Am I being iced out? What did I even do?’ he wondered, increasingly bitter.
Just then, Elijah walked in. Xander perked up. “y-
Successfully unlocked! “Don’t talk to me,” Elijah cut in flatly. For days, none had He wondered if even that person couldn’t figure it out..he math problem he’d posted on the board.
He’d stayed in the Math Lab until nearly curfew. By the time he returned to the dorm, his mood was already in the gutter.
Xander, now officially ignored by all three roommates, sank even deeper into frustration.
Bradley stepped into the bathroom and caught the lingering scent in the air. It was warm and faintly sweet, hard to describe but oddly soothing. He murmured to himself, “Smells really nice.”
Cameron shut her curtain and closed her eyes, ready to sleep.
As soon as she got into bed, Xander scrambled up to his own bunk. His eyes shifted sneakily, and instead of lying normally, he positioned his head at the end closest to Cameron.
Just as she was about to drift off, she sensed movement near her feet. Reflexively, she kicked out.
“Ouch!” Xander yelped. He had been creeping on his stomach, carefully lifting the edge of Cameron’s curtain to check if she’ d fallen asleep.
His plan was to chat a bit if she was still awake. But the moment he lifted the curtain, he got nailed-Cameron’s foot landed square on his shoulder.
The force sent him flying straight off the bed, which was about four feet off the ground, and he crashed onto the floor with a thud.
“Ow!” he howled in pain. His whole body ached like hell, and he was pretty sure he’d landed hard enough to crack his tailbone.
“Cameron, are you out of your mind?” Xander shouted, furious and stunned. He lay sprawled on the floor, unable to get up for a moment.
By then, Cameron was fully awake. She yanked her curtain aside and looked down at Xander who was still lying on the ground, her face cold and expressionless. “You tried to lift my curtain. That kick was me going easy on you.”
Bradley walked out of the bathroom after his shower just in time to see Xander lying on the floor in a pitiful heap. He almost felt bad-until he heard what Cameron said. His brows immediately furrowed.
Elijah was startled by Xander’s sudden crash to the floor. He frowned deeply but didn’t say a word. Still, it confirmed what he’d been thinking-he really couldn’t live in this dorm anymore. It was too chaotic, especially ever since Cameron moved in.
He pondered, ‘So why should I be the one to leave? It’s Cameron who should go.’
Elijah’s cold eyes swept over Cameron before he got up to wash up, pointedly removing himself from the mess unfolding in the room.
“Cameron. Screw you,” Xander groaned as he lay on the floor, glaring hard at Cameron, who was calmly sitting on her bed. “I swear, I’m seriously injured.
“My whole body aches-I’m hurt badly because of you. You owe me medical bills. You better take me to the infirmary. Now.”
Cameron didn’t even have a chance to respond before a cold voice cut through the room. “Before we take you to the infirmary, I think we should call the police. Let them come pick up a peeping perv.”
Bradley towel-dried his damp hair as he stared down at Xander who was still on the floor. Behind the lenses of his glasses, his brooding eyes glinted with a chilling edge. “Get up,” he said coldly.
Xander immediately shut up. Bradley’s icy tone sent a chill down his spine. ‘What the hell? He’s actually mad? What’s he so pissed off about?’ he wondered.
He looked up and met Bradley’s deep-set eyes-those eyes were genuinely filled with rage.
Xander scrambled to his feet in a rush. His body throbbed with pain, and the movement tugged at every sore muscle. He winced, teeth gritted. “Ouch. That really hurt.”
Bradley’s eyes were ice-cold as he lifted his gaze toward Xander’s bed. “Move your blanket back to where it was.”
“Huh? Why?” Xander blinked, confused.
Bradley shot him a side-eye. “Because I’m taking this spot.”
Xander instantly protested, “What? No way. I want the bed next to Cameron.”
“Say that again.” Bradley slowly reached up and removed his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a pair of striking, smoldering eyes. His icy stare settled on Xander, sharp and unwavering.