Title: Worried & Wondering - 3/4
Author: Amy
Email: TheSkulls56745@aol.com
Rating: PG 13, R maybe?
Category: J/H, with a little Lena
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I did wish I owned 
Hammie or Jake!
Dedication: To all you Jahammers!
Author's Note: To the contrary, I was bored enough to finish all the 
parts today, so you won't have to wait! Haha
Feedback: Yes please!

His parents had assured him Lena had already arrived. His mom was so 
glad he finally had an "interest" in girls that she gave him her dorm 
number.

Hamilton trudged across campus under overcast skies, that perfectly 
matched his mood. He looked up to the clouds, and said 
outloud, "Don't kill me Jake."

Arriving at the girls' dormitory, he knocked on Lena's door.

"Hey," a smile brightening her face as she let him in. "Where's Jake?"

"Went home, why? Since you're here, I was wondering if you'd like to 
hang out."

"Yeah sure. Only, not here. My roommate is a little eccentric. She'd 
freak and want to know why there were mud prints all over," pointing 
at his shoes.

"Oh right. We could hang out at my place, I guess."

"Excellent. Let me get my shoes." Lena pulled out her sandals. She 
was wearing a v-neck white three quarter shirt and baggy jeans. 
Hamilton could see through the shirt, and imagined...

Stop Fleming! He commanded himself. I have a girlfriend. Its gotta be 
hormones. But, at one point I did like her. But, oh, geezus! Jake... 
she'll never know, will she?

They headed to the Fleming's house on the edge of campus, and into 
his room. Both sat down on his bed.

"So, Lena. How long have you been here?"

"Well, you know. I was here for a few classes, the Cotolion, then 
flew back to Cali. And I flew back here three days ago for the fall 
session." Then she smiled. "Soo... I've heard a few rumors, 
especially from Ryder, are you with Jake?"

"Oh, uhh..."

She took his stutter as a no. "Oh good, you arent? Then maybe...?" A 
wicked gleam shined in her eye.

Hamilton avoided her eyes, but a voice inside his head 
whipsered, "It'll be all right. It'll prove that you're not gay."

He turned to look at her, and their lips met. He didn't think, his 
body took over. It eventually turned into an all-out makeout session 
that didn't even rival Jake's.

All of a sudden, the phone rang. "I'll get it," Lena said, getting 
off the bed.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is Hamilton Fleming there?" The person on the other end sounded 
very familiar. 

"No he isn't. May I take a message?"

"I'll call back later." They hung p.

"Who was that?" Hamilton asked.

"I dunno."

Looking over, Lena was only wearing her bra and panties. And now, 
noticing, he was only wearing boxers. Then he thought. Where are my 
parents? Oh right, they left for two days for a convention.

"Soo..." Lena said, laying down and beckoning him over.

A few hours later, along with some hickeys (sorry couldn't resist, 
been watching Grease too much), both were exhausted and Lena was 
almost all undressed.

"What time is it?" Lena asked. She got up, wearing only her panties, 
not bothering with the rest of her clothes.

"11:51"

"Okay..."

"Do you want to stay here? We have an extra room."

"Sure, that'd be cool. Ooh, can I use your computer?"

"Yeah." Lena got on. "Is anyone on?"

"Yeah, JPBoy39 is on."

Oh my god, thought Hamilton. JAKE! Oh god oh god oh god.

"Hey can I switch onto mine for a sec?"

"Sure, there you are."

Hamilton was greeted by the sound of "You got mail." He opened his 
mailbox to see one email, from JPBoy39. 

"Isn't that Jake? You should open it."

"No I can't. What was I thinking? This was a bad idea Lena. I don't 
know what to say. Just we can't see eachother this way anymore."

"Why, what's wrong?" Then it clicked. "So you are with Jake! Jeezus, 
why didn't you say something?

"Its not that, its too complicated. One day you'll find out."

A look of confusion, hurt, and anger passed across her face. "Then 
I'd better get my stuff and go..."

"No you can stay here tonight, its too late."

"Are you sure?"

He forced a smile. "Yes."

He went to the bathroom and saw three red marks on his neck. Oh shit 
Fleming! What now? I think, I think, I've just dug myself a hole.

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