Filed to story: That Campus Prince Is a Girl
Bradley frowned. “Are you going to help or not? If not, I’m hanging up.”
“Alright, alright, hold on,” Eddie said, finally reigning in his hysterics. He cleared his throat like he was getting into professor mode. “You’ve come to the right guy. I confess, like, once a week.”
Bradley didn’t say a word.
‘Is that supposed to be impressive?’
Eddie continued, “But Brad, this is different. You’re not confessing to a girl. You can’t just hand over flowers, a designer bag, and a love letter. You’re dealing with a guy. It’s not the same formula. Give me a second.”
He rubbed his chin, brows furrowed like he was solving ah exam problem.
Bradley stayed quiet, waiting. When it came to relationships, Eddie definitely had the upper hand in experience.
But after a long moment, Eddie still hadn’t said a word.
Bradley finally cut in, “Take your time. I’m not in a rush. Let me know once you’ve figured it out.”
“Got it,” Eddie said quickly, but his mind had already wandered elsewhere.
He was thinking about texting Eric.
There was no way he could keep this to himself.
‘Bradley. Is. Confessing. You don’t sit on that kind of news.’
Texting wasn’t enough. It had to be a call.
So Eddie dialed Eric’s number.
Eric didn’t pick up.
Eddie frowned and then shrugged.
‘No big deal. I’ll tell him later. This kind of gossip doesn’t expire.’
He chuckled, slipped his phone back in his pocket, and headed back to class.
Meanwhile, Cameron was on her way back to the dorm.
She only noticed all of Amelia’s missed calls and barrage of messages when she pulled out her phone to book a ride. Dozens of texts. Several missed calls.
And the time? A little past eleven.
‘No wonder they’re freaking out.’
Cameron immediately hit the call button.
Amelia picked up on the first ring. “Cameron! Are you okay?”
Cameron leaned against the car window. “I’m fine. My phone was on silent. I just
I saw all your messages.”
“You’re really okay?” Amelia let out a breath. Just hearing Cameron’s voice calmed her a little, but she was still on edge.
She’d been so distracted during the singing competition that she missed several notes. Still, her performance had been strong enough to get her through to the next round.
“Cameron, Bradley didn’t… do anything to you, right?” she asked cautiously.
Cameron couldn’t help but laugh. “The guy’s a total lightweight. What could he possibly do?”
Amelia stiffened. “Wait. Bradley was drunk?”
“Yeah. Out cold,” Cameron said.
“No way,” Amelia blurted, clearly skeptical.
“Why not?” Cameron asked, her brow lifting.
Amelia said, “He’s the one who invited you to the bar. No way he’d show up with zero tolerance.”
Cameron didn’t answer. She was thinking the same thing.
‘It really doesn’t add up. But he was definitely drunk.’
She turned back to the window and murmured, “You should get some sleep. I’ll be back soon.”
“I’m staying up,” Amelia replied. “I’ll wait for you.”
By the time Cameron got back to Stellanford University, the dorm gates were already locked. But a second-floor window was hardly an obstacle.
She climbed in easily, startling the girls inside.
The lights were out, but none of them had gone to bed. They were all waiting up for her.
“Who’s there?!” Lila shrieked.
“It’s me,” Cameron whispered, pressing a finger to her lips.
“Cam?!” Sienna whispered back. “You climbed in through the window?”
“Front door was locked,” Cameron said simply.
Amelia stared at her and then sighed. “You really are something.”
Once they confirmed she was back safe and sound, the three girls all visibly relaxed.
“Cam,” Lila whined as she clung to her arm, “you can’t go out drinking alone anymore. You scared me to death.
Cameron smiled. “Alright, next time I’ll bring you with me.”
“You’re seriously planning a next time?” Amelja frowned.
Cameron gave a helpless little laugh.
Meanwhile, Eric had just finished class. He’d missed Eddie’s earlier call, but now he was returning it
“Eddie, what’s up?”
Eddie struggled to contain his excitement. “Eric, I’ve got something wild to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“Guess.”
“Guess what? Give me a hint,” Eric said, already getting annoyed.
“It’s about Brad.”
Eric’s stomach tightened. “Brad? What happened to him?”
Eddie couldn’t hold it anymore. “He’s in love. He’s gonna confess!”
Eric’s brow instantly furrowed. “To whom?”
“Come on, take a guess,” Eddie teased.
“Cut the crap and say it,” Eric snapped. www.
“Cameron!” Eddie announced triumphantly. “Can Osborne!”
“Shut up,” Eric said coldly, his voice dark.
Eddie paused, taken aback. “Eric?”
‘Is he… angry? But why the hell?’ you believe it? Brad’s got guts, man! He’s officially the first in our crew to pull this off. Even beat out us
Eric’s tone dropped lower. “How far have things gone between them?”
“He’s planning to confess soon,” Eddie said.
Eric let out a slow, steady breath.
‘Good. There’s still time.’
He needed to get on a flight. Now. He couldn’t let this happen.
“Eric, don’t tell me you’re actually against Cameron and Brad being together?” Eddie asked cautiously.
