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

play that song again he is going to beat me to death with my guitar and then burn my body using the remaining splinters of wood as fuel.
    I think he was probably joking.
    Ha. The joke’s on him now.
    I am actually doing what he suggested. I signed up to study History (I have no idea why but it was very much a case of eenie meenie minie mo) and on Monday I will be starting the course with who knows who.
    It’s not been the full year that I allowed myself but it is nearly the end of September and I am beginning to realise that I may not be able to complete my New Year’s Resolution to find her, Delilah, again. 
    Whilst failing at one half, I have maintained the other side of my resolution, because while I have been waiting for her, I have not been near anyone else. Not one flirt, not one drunken snog, and most definitely not one hung-over awkward naked conversation.
    I feel quite virtuous. 
    Dave’s just relieved that I am not quitting the band. So is Liam, and so are Mondeo Man and Trav.
    It’s still in the cards. They just don’t know it yet. I might end up being a natural historian and decide to become a professor and wear tweed for a living. I would undoubtedly earn more money than I do with the band. It was embarrassing moving my stuff into my new room the other day. I hardly had anything to move in with, just my damn guitar, some books, and a bag of clothes. Bloody pathetic.
    I give my head a little shake and turn back to the here and now.
    “So who is on before us?” I ask Dave.
    “God knows, some terrible DJ, then another band, and then we are headlining.”
    “Really? We are headlining?”
    “Oh yes, you are going to be the best thing this Uni have ever seen, and you are most definitely going to earn that room you managed to snag on campus.”
    I pull a face at Dave. It was his idea that I negotiate some gigs in return for a room. I felt like a complete arse asking, but they went for it anyway. I am now the proud owner of a room about five steps wide by ten steps long.
    I am hoping for an all-male dorm, preferably full of geeks.
    “Shall we go back to my, uh, room while we wait?” I am not opposed to hiding for a while. Hiding sounds like a great idea but I also know it is a stupid one when I am going to be on a stage in a couple of hours regardless.
    “No need, we have some space out back.” Dave smirks.
    Out back of where? There is nowhere. This place is tiny and I have a concern that I may get lost if I venture too far. The college is like a rabbit warren of rooms and I am just keeping my fingers crossed that I don’t have many lectures in here because there is a good chance I will never find my way out again. I know my way across campus in the direction of the dorm and that is about it.
    Dave leads the way through a black sheet acting as a backdrop and I find all the others sitting around a table smoking fags and pouring what looks like a combination of champagne and tequila.
    “Champagne?” I ask. I walk towards them and pull my own smokes out of my jeans.
    “Heeeey, Shben,” Trav calls.
    I believe he may have been on the champagne tequilas awhile.
    “Are you going to be able to play?” I accept his sidestepped hug and the drink he thrusts at me all in one go.
    “Shben shdon’t shbe shuch a shbore.”
    Okay then.
    Dave chuckles next to me and elbows me in the ribs.
    “I’m proud of you,” he says. He clinks a glass also containing a dangerous mixture against mine.
    “What for? Running away?”
    “No. For sticking to your principles. You always have been the more determined out of us all.”
    I pull a face.
    “Really? I am the determined one.”
    “Yep. Well, just don’t have too much fun being chased around campus by hundreds of teenage girls.” He motions the others around, clearly building up to his speech. “And if you see any really hot ones then make sure you call us. It would be a shame to waste the opportunity!”
    Arse.
    “Come on, let’s gets pissed,” I say. We may