Caleb 8 - Moving in
It was a good job that Mary was in my first lesson because I didn't take any of it in. Fortunately, I was able to share her memory of it as we left the classroom and separated to go to our second lesson - one that we didn't share. I managed to concentrate a bit better in my second lesson, and by lunchtime, I was pretty much back to myself.
As I was the first person in, I got lunch for everyone, and so I was waiting at a table with four trays of food when the girls arrived. We sat and ate together and discussed our morning schooling.
"Is Jasper behaving himself?" I asked Jules when a momentary pause in the conversation allowed.
"So-so," she said. "He is not being nasty to me directly, but there are a lot of snarky comments and whispers."
"Would you like me to have a talk with him?" I asked.
"There are other options," said Mary. "For instance, the student counselor might be interested that the guy that was responsible for your trip up to the science building is bullying you."
"Or we could get Grams to have a word with him," suggested Amanda.
Jules looked at each of us as we offered our suggestions. "No, thank you, guys. I can deal with him, but it means so much that I know you are all here for me. As long as I have that, he can't really touch me."
"Then never forget that you do," I said.
Amanda linked her arm through Jules's and pulled her in close. "Are we still going to move into the house tonight?" she asked.
"That's the plan," I said. "As soon as I finish lessons I'm going to go back to my room and pack up my stuff. If you guys can do the same, I'll bet we can be done in a couple of hours. Then we'll load it all into my truck and Amanda's car. We can take our time unloading at the other end, and we can call out for pizza for dinner."
We finished lunch and each went our separate ways for afternoon classes.
Josh was in our room when I got back after class. He looked miserable when I started to pack up my stuff.
"I guess I can't blame you," he said a little morosely. "If I had that place to move into, I'd be out of here as soon as I could."
I looked up from where I had been emptying my desk into a cardboard box.
"Is that a hint?" I asked with an amused expression. He looked a little confused for a second and then realized what he'd said and how it could have sounded.
"Oh, god no," he said. "I wasn't hinting at anything, just saying. I... we, will miss having you around though. Even before we started fooling around, I enjoyed sharing a room with you. God knows who I'll end up with next."
I finished with my desk and moved onto my chest of drawers, packing my clothes into the suitcase I had retrieved from under my bed, plus my holdall.
"Where's Louise tonight?" I asked.
"She's studying," he said. "She has a test tomorrow and needs to get good grades."
"So why aren't you helping her study?" I asked him.
"Because she can't study if I'm there," he said. "We always get kind of distracted."
I smiled at him. "I don't doubt it; she is a beautiful girl. You should hold onto that one tight."
He smiled at me, but I could see there was something else. His aura was dark and subdued - a deep blue color that made me think of sadness. He slumped down on his bed and put his head in his hands.
"I think I screwed everything up," he said sadly. "With you, with Louise. I just don't know what to do."
I sat beside him on his bed. "Want to tell me about it?"
He shook his head. "It wouldn't be fair. I would be laying this all at your door, and it's not your fault. It's nobody's fault, but I just got messed up and don't know what to do."
"Is Louise studying," I asked him, "or did you cry off tonight?"
He looked at me anguish in his eyes.
"Caleb, I don't know what to do. I really fell for Louise. I love her. I can't see any future for me without her in it. She is such a beautiful, thoughtful, sexy, intelligent, wonderful girl."
"I'm not seeing the problem Josh," I said, my hand on his arm. "What is it?"
"
I can't tell him."
I heard the thought as clear as if he had spoken it.
"It wouldn't be fair."
"Josh?" I said again.
He shook his head, but it was too late. Although he never voiced it, I heard his thought loud and clear.
"I love him too!"
Okay, I didn't see that coming. This was possibly the worst outcome I could have predicted, and I had royally screwed up. In involving myself in Josh and Louise's relationship, I had destroyed it. I had no idea what to do next.
I pushed the memory to the twins via our bond, with a plea for help. I was lost.
Mary took charge. She sent Amanda to go get Jules and bring her to my room. She herself went to speak to Louise
I put my arm around Josh's shoulder to comfort him and thought about what feelings I had for him.
I had told Jules that my attraction for Josh was not really for him as an individual, but for him and Louise as a couple. I had just felt that they were so right together that I had felt drawn to the pair of them. Now I had to consider how I felt about them individually.
Josh was a good guy. He was good-looking, yes, but that wasn't that much of a consideration. He was genuinely a nice person. When I had moved into the dorm, he had already been here a week, having come up early, and was settled. We'd hit it off immediately and he'd taken me under his wing, introducing me to people and showing me around campus. He'd introduced me to Louise and they'd both taken me out with them until I'd found my feet. I'd never gotten the feeling from either of them that I was in the way, and I'd never sensed any jealousy from them if I spent time with the other. I had just been adopted into their relationship. Up until a few days ago it hadn't been sexual in any way, just a friendly, relaxed relationship, where two of them would go off and have sex from time to time.
There was a knock on the door, and I let Louise in. She immediately went to Josh and threw her arms around him.
"Oh Josh," she said. "You poor, poor, man. I've really screwed you up, haven't I?"
He looked at her, surprised, as did I. Mary had followed her into the room, and I looked to her.
She smiled at me and shared a memory. Apparently, I wasn't the only one to have been confessed to this evening. Louise had spoken with Mary during the free time they'd both had at the end of the day. Mary had decided to wait to discuss it with all of us until we were in the house. My call for help had prompted a change of plan.