"…fuck, I want to see Len…"
Claude curled up on his bed. He just arrived after finishing the morning classes. Len was never in the building, and even Jameson and the others didn't speak to Claude. He could see Len eat in the cafeteria, but the mate never looked in his direction.
"Shit, I brought this upon myself. Why am I like this?" Claude sighed and rolled to his belly. He closed his eyes. "What's happening…? What is he doing with her? Why shouldn't I find out?"
Knocks came to the door. Claude didn't flinch. He just rolled to sit up properly. Eugene entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Claude, hey… can you talk?"
Claude nodded. "Yeah… I think so."
Eugene settled on the edge of the bed. "Does the name… Cindy Forester… ring a bell with you? Sorry, I… I, uh… I found Len's phone in our room before. I might have, uh, used a photo of him to unlock his phone. Sorry, not sorry. He's such a jerk. He doesn't even want to talk to you before you do."
