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University Wimp Chapter Ten:

8th of January 2016

Christmas had come and gone. I had spent it with my Mum and Dad. We had a fairly quiet, uneventful Christmas, nothing dramatic or exciting. Mum cooked a nice meal on Christmas Day, we gave each other presents, watched a bit of Christmas TV and went to bed early. If I’m honest my mind was elsewhere. I felt guilty for my mind not being 100% focussed on my parents, but I couldn’t stop myself thinking about Carla. Having that distance from her just deepened my adoration for her. I would find myself daydreaming about her. Thinking about her luscious hair gently falling on her shoulders, the sway of her hips as she confidently walked across campus, her passionate energy that she devoted to her work, the sparkle in her eyes, her sweet yet sexy grin. I was falling in love with her hard, really hard.

I tried to be casual about things but ended up texting her most days to say hi, ask how she was, let her know that I was thinking about her. Mostly I got nothing back, that was really tough to take. I would spend ages hoping, praying for even a short text in reply. Something to let me know that she was thinking about me a bit. But no, she gave me nothing.

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I started writing letters. I felt that they had a more romantic feel to them. Shows that I put in a bit more effort. I would write a couple of pages of A4, put them in an envelope and post them to her. I thought that even if she didn’t reply I would be happy imagining her opening the letters and smiling as she realised how much I cared for her.

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Christmas Day itself was tough, I had sent her a Christmas card, a Christmas present (an expensive necklace) and a number of texts. But still nothing came back. I started to feel like it was almost as if I didn’t exist to her. Only a few months ago we had been so close, so affectionate to eachother. I was desperate to have that back. It made it difficult to enjoy the day with my parents, but I did my best to pretend to enjoy myself. They had tried hard to make it a nice day. They didn’t get to see me much and they didn’t have much money to spend on fancy things, but they’d done their best to buy the finest food and get me nice presents. They bought me an engraved pen and a dartboard with darts. I wasn’t sure how much I’d use either of them but it was a nice thought and they’d clearly spent some money on them.

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What made things worse was that a week after Christmas Carla started to put pictures of her holiday period up on Facebook. And to my sickening horror there were pictures of Ryan spending time with her and her family at Christmas. Pictures of them making a snowman together, one of Ryan cuddling Carla inside his coat to protect her from the cold, one of them with wild smiles wearing Christmas hats obviously slightly tipsy. I was devastated, I had no idea that she had invited Ryan to hers for Christmas. I had that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, a deep, intense, loneliness. Abandoned by the one I love. I felt like such an idiot for sending her all those love letters now. God, what a fool, I bet she didn’t even read them.

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I was still doing lots of shifts at McDonalds. There weren’t so many customers around in the run up to Christmas, so it wasn’t too hectic. It made me happy to think that the more shifts I worked the more money Carla would have to do the things that she wanted to do. She had expensive tastes and I hated to think of her having to cut back as a student and not enjoy the things she wanted to enjoy.

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And then just before term began again I got a text from Carla, “Hey John, thanks for the present and letters and stuff. Me and Ryan are throwing a start of term party at our place this Saturday. You better get back to campus early, to stock up and decorate. There will be about 20 people. I’ll tell you what to buy tomorrow.”

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Even though it was clear she was using me, just having that text from her did wonders for my mood. I wasn’t going to be able to stop loving her and just visualising her picking up her phone scrolling down to my name and taking the time to write a message to me, it made me feel so much happier. I responded to say that of course I’d help with the party. I debated whether to put an emoji. I sat there for about 10 minutes not sure how to play it, I decided to just be myself and put a heart emoji.

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The run up to the party was busy for me, I was cooking a number of dishes. Different snacks, some curries, salads etc…Carla had wanted an array of food that she could offer. I did multiple trips to the shops to buy beers, wine, ingredients for cocktails (Carla had decided that it would be a nice touch if I could make cocktails for her guests too). I tidied the house top to bottom, even though it was pretty spotless already.

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The day before the party Carla returned to the house. My heart rate jumped about fifty times as she opened the door and swept into the house.

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“Hey Carla, its great to see you.” I said, trying to keep my enthusiasm under wraps.

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“Hey wimp…oh whatever your cooking smells great! Is that for the party?”

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“Yes, it’s a chocolate cake I thought people might like for dessert.”

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“Oh you’re such a good little host.” She smiled at me, “anyway Ryan’s just parking up the car, go bring the bags in and get us unpacked.”

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“Yes Carla.” That little compliment she’d given me made my heart swell and I rushed to obey her order.

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“Whats up wimp? Did you mess me?” Ryan asked mockingly as I lifted up two of the suitcases in the back of the car, he strolled to the house carrying nothing.

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“Yes Ryan, I hope you had a great Christmas.” I replied submissively.

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“Oh believe me, I did, I really did. “ He smirked at me. “When you’re done unpacking, make me a coffee, you know how I like it.”

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“Yes of course.”

I unpacked all their stuff as they sat on the couch watching TV, then I brought Ryan his coffee and asked if Carla wanted anything.

“I think I’m good for drinks but I could do with one of your magical foot rubs.” She smiled sweetly at me and my heart melted as I dropped to my knees, removed her socks and started to rub her feet. “Oh that’s the stuff, god I’ve missed this. You might be great in bed honey, but you never rub my feet like John does.” Carla teased Ryan and a little jolt of sadness came over me as I was reminded that he was sleeping with the girl I loved.

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“Yeah, wimps give foot rubs, real men fuck!” Ryan laughed back.

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“God you’re such a caveman!” Carla rolled her eyes, “you treat with me more respect don’t you wimp.” She turned her attention to me.

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“I respect you so much Carla.”

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“Yeah you do, you’re a good boy!” She smiled at me again.

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“Well he’s so smitten with you he thinks the sun shines out of your ass.” Ryan said.

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“He’s just a young kid in love, nothing wrong with that, especially if I can take advantage.” She spoke like I wasn’t even in the room, I just kept putting the right amount of pressure on the heels of her left foot. “And besides, maybe the sun does shine out of my ass, you ever thought of that?” They both laughed.

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“Well….” Ryan spoke in an exaggerated drawl, “now that we’ve got onto the topic of your ass, there is that position that you promised we could try today.”

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“Oh you have a one track mind.” Carla squirmed under his intense gaze, but she was clearly getting turned on. “But our wimp has worked so hard tidying up the place, we don’t want to get the bedroom all messy before the party.”

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“He can clean it again, who cares?” Ryan replied with no concern for however long it might take me to clean their bedroom.

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“Okay okay, I’ve been looking forward to it too. You go get ready and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” Ryan hurried to the bedroom, clearly consumed with lust. I was left alone with Carla, the girl of my dreams, my “girlfriend” about to have sex with another guy.

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“What is it with guys?” She asked me with an amused look on her face, “whenever you offer them your ass they go absolutely wild.”

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I had no idea what to say, the idea of my beautiful angel offering her ass to that dickhead was more than I could bare. I tried to block the thought from my mind.

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“I guess you wouldn’t know, you’re not really a man are you?”

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“No Carla.” I replied pathetically.

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“Well you should probably go, be back here early tomorrow to tidy up again before the party.” She turned towards the bedroom.

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“Carla” I said quietly as I was gathering my things to leave.

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“What?” She said irritably.

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“I love you.” I couldn’t maintain eye contact with her as I said it, but even after being humiliated in the way that I had I felt I had to say it.

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“I know” She scoffed at me, “Its what I like about you wimp, I can treat you however I like and you still love me. Now get lost.”

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I turned to leave as she skipped towards the bedroom to join Ryan.

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