The Saving of Benjamin Chambers (The Uni Files) Read Online Free PDF

an unsettled sensation sinking deep in my stomach, and I have a feeling that it is not going to go away until I see her again.
    Once everyone has left, I am sitting on one of the speakers contemplating life.
    I have just realised something truly profound. Tonight is the first time I have ever wanted to get a phone number from a girl. Twenty-four years old and it is the first time I have ever wanted to write down eleven digits. It is also the first time I have ever got to the end of an evening and not left with someone’s eleven digits scrunched on a piece of paper in my pocket waiting to be put through the wash cycle.
    I keep thinking of that miserable old git and the look on his face as he told me ‘she was not someone I needed to worry about.’ Then I think of her face as she bit her lip and I have the distinct feeling that she is the only one I should be worrying about.
    Then I think about my response to him and I can’t help but grin to myself, and, yes, I am sitting on a speaker in the middle of an empty room grinning like a complete idiot.
    I reckon I would have made it to at least our second cup of coffee before I asked her.
    “Still leaving the band?” Dave asks later as we pack up our gear.
    “Nah, not yet,” I tell him, which earns me one of his superior smirks.
    “And may I be so bold as to ask why?”
    “I’ve got a New Year’s Resolution that I have to keep.”
    He raises his eyebrow. “Yeah, and what’s that?”
    “I have got to find that girl again, and you are going to be the one to help me do it.”
    “That’s your New Year’s Resolution?”
    “Yep. Are you in?”
    “Yeah, I’m in.” He grins at me, and I start to grin back.
    I am going to scour every venue we play from here on in, even if it takes me a whole year to do it, but I am going to look for her, and I am most definitely going to find her.
    Of that I am completely sure.

Nine Months Later
    Nine months.
    Nine months and not one sign of her.
    That’s a spring and a summer, which has included the Queen’s Trillionth Jubilee and the Olympics, where the whole of the United Kingdom went Team GB crazy apart from me.
    I spent two weeks fixed in front of the telly just in case I saw her in a crowd at an event. Ten days in, Dave asked me to explain just what I was planning to do if I actually saw her on the telly. I have to admit, I did not have a very precise plan of action but it would have involved jumping into a Black Cab and shouting the words, “Get me to the ‘fill in the blank’ as quick as you can.” It never happened though.
    I haven’t given up, but I am trying to stop myself from chasing after every swish of brunette hair that I see. My main concern is that I might get a restraining order against me, or, end up down at the police station overnight. Again.
    “Excited?” Dave asks. He is unwinding one of the microphone cables and trailing it along the floor of the stage.
    “What about? Singing the same songs for the gazillionth time?”
    “No, you miserable bugger. About tonight and tomorrow and every day after?”
    Dave thinks he is a genius. He does not just think it; he knows it. And he likes to gloat about it at every opportunity.
    What a wanker.
    Tonight we are playing the Fresher’s Ball gig at Roehampton University. After the gig, instead of heading back to the flat with the others, I shall be hauling arse across campus and entering my new room; my new room in Digby Stuart Halls of Residence, in my new capacity as an undergraduate student.
    This is why Dave thinks he is a genius. It was his idea in August that I apply, something along the lines of the fact I was being such a boring shit sitting in my room reading every night when we were not gigging that I may as well join University.
    Dave was pissed off with me moping about lovesick, and I was pissed off with sitting in my room every night playing ‘Hey There Delilah,’ until my fingers were close to bleeding.
    Dave has announced that if he ever hears me