Single honeymoon

CAT'S POV
"It's fine, Matt. It's just another day. I'll see you the day after tomorrow anyway," I giggled. He was so sweet.

For a second, I lost myself in the memories of the day I finally agreed to give it a try with him, unofficially but exclusive. I still wasn't sure how exactly it meant to me but I knew I loved him too much not to try.
Man, he was so sweet, so romantic, but on the other side, so damn hot.

It was my fourth evening in the dorm room. My core was still feeling sore from the unspeakable things we'd done for days before I left for good. Finally, I could sleep with someone again. More even, I was able to enjoy myself and actively participate. He was so good, I didn't think I'd ever felt so good before.

He really made an effort to show me he loved me, and I was flattered. Even though I'd see him soon enough, he called and asked if I wanted him to stop by just to go to dinner together. I didn't exactly want him to come for two reasons. Firstly, it would be hard to keep it just to ourselves. Secondly, the drive took quite long and I wasn't sure if I was ready for him doing so many things for me. I was fine the way it was.

Oh, and of course seeing him would definitely want to sleep with him, which was hard when you're living in a dorm room.

"So you don't wanna see me?" he asked, playing hurt. God damnit Matt! I didn't want the drama. If people saw him here... With me... How do I not hurt his feelings? Again? "I do, Matty, but you don't have to bother. I don't want you to drive so long for just an hour," I finally said, hoping he'd get the hint.

"Secret boyfriend calling again, huh?" Sarah said in a mocking tone. She was standing in front of the mirror, reapplying her awkward orange lipstick for dinner. I rolled my eyes and ignored her.

In the past couple of days she'd been even more annoying than on our first night, bringing in two different guys in the three nights we already shared the dorm room and loudly intercoursing with them all night without giving a fuck I was in the god damned bunk bed right under her.
I mean I was touring with the guys for a year, I could definitely handle some bullshit, but that was just too fucking much for me. I mean, really.

No wonder she sleeps all day and didn't attend a single class yet, I thought bitterly as I returned to my phone.

"Matt, you still there?"

"I'm here, honey." I smiled as his smooth voice sounded through my phone's speaker. He had to be in a big hall, the gym maybe. I could tell that from his voice.

"Good," I said, "my roommate had me occupied for a second and I thought you'd hang up."
"No, I didn't," he stated, "but I think you didn't quite get what I just sa-" I didn't hear the rest of what he said. There was loud screaming from downstairs where the dining hall was, drowning his words.

"Matt, just text me, the girls here are so loud," I told him and hung up, just in time for Farrah to burst into our room. The Maroccan was the nicest so far, showing me around and one night taking me to a really cool party in a real fraternity house on campus.

I mean yeah, I was in the zeta gamma sorority, but we still lived in the boring dorm. At least we had our own floor, the second one, to ourselves with our own little kitchen and a big living room for the zeta gamma girls. But a house was something else.

"What's going on down there?" I asked and she wordlessly pulled me after her. I was a little confused, but followed her nevertheless. "You have to see this," she said as we ran down the stairs. I could tell she was really excited.

"What's up?" I asked as the noises got louder. I tried to make out what the girls were screaming. Somehow, it reminded me of the concerts of the guys. It sounded like "Sevenfold! Sevenfold!" But that couldn't be true. I grinned at my ridiculous thought. I must have heard those screams so often, I didn't remember there were any other ones.

We walked through the dorm's fitness room, a shortcut to the entrance and dining hall. "M Shadows is here," she screamed excitedly, "maybe he even remembers you!"

What. the. fuck. I stood still, not really wanting to move on. What does he want? Do I want everyone to think..?

"Holy fuck," I played surprised, "what do you think he wants here?"
"He's looking for someone named Cat. Strange name if you ask me," she said with a wink, "but why don't we see if you can't make him forget that?"

I didn't see it coming. Why? How could the universe possibly be that cruel? This is exactly what I didn't want him to. I sunk down on one of the gym machines, cradling my head in my hands.

"But... Caitlin!" Farrah's voice sounded surprised. I felt her cold, smooth hands on my arms, patting me empathically. "I didn't know you were still stuck on him. I thought you had someone new? I was just joking, I'm sorry Cait."

"Farrah..." I said and I swallowed. I needed to spill it. Where do I begin?

"I uh... I wanted to tell you this earlier, but with Lauren around all the time... Uh, so... I'm just gonna... I'm.... Farrah, I'm Cat." I sounded like a retard.
Her eyes widened in shock as she threw back her long black hair.
"You... And..."
"And that's Matt, the guy I told you about. The guy I'm kinda seeing..."

The Moroccan took a deep breath.

"I'll explain everything later... I'm sorry I didn't tell you but that's just not something you spill easily. But... Can you get him? In here?"

MATT'S POV

God damnit! It was the worst idea to come visit Cat, I should have known. I'd been dropping hints all evening, hoping to prepare her for my arrival. Which, by the way, wasn't of a romantic nature at all.
The guys and I had reason to believe she would be safer with us around. We thought it would be best if I just picked her up, that way, nothing could happen to her on the way home.

Aaaahhh fuck! I wanted to scream. The girls were so annoying. Can someone get this clingy bitch with her ugly orange lipstick off me? And her stupid friend with those fake boobs, too. Anyone? Please?

Once again, I'd underestimated my popularity, especially among my own age group and a little younger, by far. There was a large crowd around me, mostly girls from about 18 to 21, begging me to sign stuff or take pictures of me.

Due to unfortunate circumstances, those two really clingy girls somehow ended up right next to me in the middle of the crowd consisting of screaming college girls. I mean, I met a lot of girls, hell, even boys so far, who, too, wanted to fuck me, but those two took it on a whole new level. They rubbed their asses against me and tried to unbutton my pants. I mean, ew.

"Cat?" I screamed once again, using my stage technique. I didn't care what those girls thought of me as long as I could somehow find Cat.

"Mr Shadows, why don't you come upstairs with me? I'm not Cat but I do have a very nice dripping pussy, and I heard you have a horsecock," the brown-haired fake boob chick said with a wink. Aw cmon girls do you really think that works?

"Sorry but I'm not interested," I managed to say, still impressed by how crazy they seemed to be about me. Suddenly, the crowd started moving a little as someone small and black haired made their way to me.
Oh God, another crazy girl determined to touch my junk? Four and counting so far, just saying.

Suddenly, she stood in front of me. She was pretty with big eyes and a nicely shaped mouth and really tanned skin. She had to have some non-caucasian influence, maybe from the Philippines or from North Africa.

She whispered, "Hi, I'm Farrah. I know Cat. She's waiting for you over there, she doesn't want everyone here to know. Man, she's kind of pissed you came." Can she be believed? The last sentence definitely sounded like she knew her.
"Uh, what's Cat's real name?" I asked, just to make sure she knew her.
"Caitlin," she whispered.

I used my stage voice to be loud enough as I announced, "The other guys are outside you know?"
They started chatting and a bunch ran out. In the middle of this chaos, Farrah managed to sneak me into some kind of gym room. I saw Cat sitting on a treadmill. Ahh she was so beautiful. If only she knew how much she really meant to me. An I love you wasn't enough. I knew I was granted that one chance. I needed to make it right.

"Matt!" She screamed angrily as she saw me, and I understood. She didn't want anyone to know yet. Still, she didn't know why I had come.

"Cat, psh," I said, covering her mouth with my hand, "It's Jimmy. He got texts telling him if you sing tonight he'll see his girl again. We think Dave might have kidnapped her."

Notes

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