No Good Deed

Chapter 1: Random Blondes

Ryan woke up feeling no better than shit for the fourth Saturday in a row in mid September his first year of college. The eighteen-year-old stayed silent as he felt a warm body move next to him. Painfully opening one eye, Ryan got the tiniest bit of relief that he was not in his room. Ryan crawled out of the bed carefully, leaving the blonde he had fucked the night before in her bed, and managed to quietly dress and collect his belongings in the breaking daylight. He tried to recall the girl's name as he silently left the room and noticed that the two names of the girls that lived in the room were Rebecca and Jessica. He recalled calling her Becky once or twice, or, at least he assumed it was that week's blonde.

Ryan found that he was impossibly far away from where he wanted to be on campus. Some how he had slept with a girl in ISR, while Ryan lived in Forbes on the opposite side of campus. Ryan began the long walk, hoping he'd be in his own bed in half an hour. He had a raging headache, and he felt parched and ready to throw up from the massive amounts of alcohol he'd had the night before. He glanced at his phone and saw that it was only 6:40 in the morning.

Ryan Dolan was a handsome boy from Inverness, Illinois and was now attending college at the University of Illinois in Urbana-Champaign. He had medium brown hair that was just long enough to cover his ears. His eyes were light blue and always revealed exactly how he felt. He was just less than six feet tall, and he was lean, but strong. He had played football in high school, but had given it up when he was accepted into the engineering program. Now, he spent his weekdays in class and doing homework from 8:00 AM to 5:30 PM, when he ate. He then would finish any remaining homework while possibly watching television, always finished by 9:00 so that he could hang with his friends, mostly from his home. However, as soon as he finished his dinner Friday nights, he became a typical college student, going to parties, drinking as much alcohol as he could get his hands on, making out with anything in a skirt, and usually waking up Saturday mornings in the room of a random girl.

When he returned to Forbes, he walked into his room, stripped off his pants, swallowed a couple of aspirin, and fell face first onto his bed. A moment later, he heard the sounds of his roommate, Edgar White, better known as Poe, beginning to wake up. Ryan groaned and tried to block out all sounds and light to come.

Poe, just five feet seven inches, was a stick of a boy. He came from inner city of Chicago and was studying to get a degree for English and rhetoric secondary education. Ryan and Poe had already come to an agreement that from Friday at 7:00 PM to Sundays at noon, the room was not the place to be quiet and studying unless both roommates were awake and wanted to be awake. However, aside from practically opposite areas of study, Poe and Ryan got along well. Poe had an older sister (Jane and she was hot in Ryan's opinion) on campus and would supply the two with as much alcohol as they would pay her for and, while Poe wasn't one to get wasted (he had yet to get even schwasted), he would drink and could act outrageous.

"Where'd you end up last night?" Poe asked a few hours later when Ryan opened his eyes again. Poe had turned on his desk lamp and was reading one of his many English books. The bright light reflected off Poe's light skin and made his dark eyes really stand out.

"ISR," Ryan replied wiping the sleep from his eyes. He still felt sick, but not nearly as much as he had earlier. "Some girl named Becky, I think."

"Becky Harriston," Poe said. "She went to my school. You two left Jane's party together with a few other kids."

"I don't remember even leaving the party," Ryan said. Poe laughed and turned back into his book. Ryan looked at the clock, surprised that it was a quarter to eleven. "I'm going to shower."

"Bring you're key," Poe said. "I'm heading to Allen in fifteen minutes to meet Perri."

"Who's Perri?" Ryan asked as he threw his clothes into his dirty laundry basket. He wrapped a towel around his hips and grabbed his toiletries tote.

"I met her at Illinites last week," Poe said. "I introduced you last night."

"Oh, that curvy brunette with the dark eyes and was wearing those tight jeans?"

Poe gave Ryan a quick glare. "That would be the one."

When he was finished bathing and was brushing his teeth, a boy from a room down smirked at him. "Get some last night?"

"Don't I always?" Ryan asked. "And before you ask, yes, she was blonde. Yes, she was hot. And, no, I don't plan on seeing her any time soon."

The other boy hollered and held his hand up for a high five that never came.

If one were to exit Forbes and walk north, the first street her or she would reach would be Gregory. If that person were then to turn east and follow Gregory to the end, past Second through Sixth streets, the Main library, the Undergrad library, another few blocks on the Urbana side of campus, he or she would be at the corner of Gregory and Dorner, which is where the CRCE recreation center was, as well as Allen Hall. Allen Hall, as most students of the University of Illinois could tell you, is the dorm for hippies, artists, theater and band geeks, and just creative people in general. Living on the second floor of Allen Hall, in the forgotten corridor that the RA's room looks down, just next door to Poe's new friend Perri, lived Callista Schlesinger and Zoey Patterson. They, much like Ryan, were first year students that had attended Fremd High School. However, unlike Ryan, they didn't live in Inverness, but rather in Palatine.

Zoey was Ryan's best female friend. She managed to pull this off because, though she was incredibly good-looking, she was chaste and a brunette. Her family wasn't quite as rich as Ryan's, but she was still spoiled rotten. She was in the theater and music programs, and she was working to be an actress. Luckily for her, she was naturally talented in acting, singing, and dancing. Having been a star at Fremd in the school plays, as well as in the school's show choir, and speech team, Zoey had a good application for the theater program before she even applied.

Callista, or Callie as she was called, had been in all the same activities as Zoey, but didn't have the same aspirations for life as Zoey. Instead, Callie was in the rhetoric program with an emphasis in creative writing and used Allen Hall's programs for fun rather than because it was part of her education. When it came to Callie and Zoey, they were best friends, and had been since they met in the first grade when they were in the same jazz class. When it came to Callie and Ryan, they had been enemies since the day they met the first day of freshman year in high school. Ryan, who was used to girls always falling for him, had gone out of his way to flirt with her, only to discover that Callie, with her full red hair and sharp green eyes, was a full time feminist and did not take lightly to guys flirting shamelessly. She poured her milk over his head. He tried once to get her to beg him to forgive her (not that he would have, he just wanted her to suffer and be humiliated), by slyly allowing her to figure out his family was loaded (as her family was just middle class) but he only discovered from that how much she despised those that acted like they were from the aristocracy.

At 11:05 AM that Saturday morning, Callie and Zoey were crawling out of bed after a night at Illinites, playing video games, seeing a hypnotist, dancing in a silent disco, and performing karaoke with a few other girls from their forgotten corridor. Unlike most of the other former Fremd students, they were not fans of massive amounts of alcohol and getting wasted every opportunity. There was a knock at their door.

"Hello?" Zoey asked opening the door and flipping a massive amount of her curls out of her face, if only for a moment. She looked exhausted, after having stayed up until the sun began to peak up reading one of Callie's many books.

"Hey," Perri was standing in front of her. She looked a little sick. "Could I ask a favor of you? I would ask Amy, but she's out of town."

"What's your request?" Zoey asked.

"I just woke up, and unlike you two, I need half an hour to beautify myself," Perri said running a hairbrush through her straight brown hair. "But this guy I really like is coming in, like, one minute, and I need someone to meet him downstairs so he doesn't think I'm ditching him."

Zoey smiled. "Sure, I'll go." She turned to Callie, who was on her Macbook writing already, as well as listening to the Wicked soundtrack. "And, Callie will stay here because she isn't paying attention to us at all."

"Sure I am," Callie said not turning from her computer or pausing her writing. "But, I'm in the zone and I look like crap because I forgot to take my make-up off last night."

"What make-up?" Zoey asked.

"The dark circles around my eyes are not from exhaustion, but from mascara," Callie said. "So, who are you meeting?"

"His name is Poe," Perri said. "He's, well, he's not the most handsome guy, but he's really cute."

"Okay," Zoey said. "Would you like me to bring him up here?"

"I don't care," Perri said. "Just don't, like, kill him."

"Or run off and marry him," Callie added.

A few minutes later, Zoey was on the front porch of Allen Hall and waiting for someone that looked like what Perri had described as Poe to arrive. When she saw the dark-haired boy, she smiled.

"Poe?" Zoey asked.

"Uh, yeah," Poe said. "And you are…?"

"My name is Zoey. Perri sent me here because she's not ready yet. Her alarm clock didn't wake her on time and she insists on perfecting herself. So, your name is Poe?"

"Well, no. My name's Edgar. But, Edgar Allen Poe… and because I'm an English and rhetoric secondary Ed. double major."

"You know," Zoey turned her dark eyes up as she thought. "My friend has a roommate named Edgar. That's really funny. I mean, you probably don't know him, but does Ryan Dolan ring any bells?"

Poe laughed. "That's my roommate."

"No way, really?" Zoey asked excitedly. "Are, you, like here for lunch with Perri?"

"I guess so," Poe said.

"Oh, I'm so going to call Ryan to come too," Zoey jumped and clapped her hands a few times. She then pulled out her iPhone and dialed Ryan's number.

Ryan was just pulling on a shirt when his phone began to ring. He grabbed his Razr and saw Zoey's name. If not good for alcohol, she was still good for a ridiculous amount of fun, assuming she didn't bring Callie along. "What's up, Zoe?"

"I just met your roommate," Zoey replied. He then heard a distant, "Say, 'hi,' Poe."

"Hello, Ryan," Poe's voice was there for a moment before Zoey was speaking again.

"Get your tone butt here for lunch, Ryan. We're all eating together."

"Is that a request or command?"

"Command. You have twenty minutes because that's when lunch opens."

Ryan laughed. "Sure. Just let me grab my rape whistle."

"Not even funny, Ryan. Hurry up." With that, Zoey hung up the phone.

Ryan laughed as he jumped into a pair of sneakers and grabbed his wallet and room key before walking out and locking the door.

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