Chantelle paced the floor of her dorm room, chewing on her lip nervously.
"Please ring, please ring," she murmured, holding her cell phone. "Please, please, please..."
She waited a few more moments, still pacing, before flipping her phone open and dialling Dean's number again. She practically knew it off by heart.
"Dammit," she whispered, listening to the voicemail message. She took a deep breath. "Hi Dean, it's uh, Chantelle. Just wondering if you got my messages. Anyway... um... call me back."