A/N: So I'm not always a fan of the non-spy AUs, but I really liked this idea. So yeah, they're not spies but regular college students at Georgetown. As much as I love writing in other POVs I think this one will be strictly Cammie's. So here's the first chapter! Let me know if I should continue.

Dirty Laundry

Chapter One

Focus Cammie. The heart has four chambers that transfer blood through the body. The dryer kept shaking louder and louder. The right ventricle sends blood to the lungs. A basket on top of the dryer was shaking towards the edge about to fall off. Just one more minute and that cycle would be done. I studied the image of the structure of the heart hoping it would be committed to memory. I had a bio test tomorrow and I was planning on spending the night studying from the comfort of my dorm room. What I had not planned on was an over flowing laundry basket and an empty sock drawer.

Laundry day was always my least favorite for a few reasons.

1. I was stuck in the laundry room for at least two hours so my clothes wouldn't be taken out of a machine the second the cycle is over. I speak from experience.

2. As mentioned, it's loud in there. Like can't even be drowned out with headphones, loud.

3. Vending machine food. If you're in there for a while you're bound to start thinking those Peanut M&M's look great. No matter how many packs are in your room you still find yourself pressing G6.

And finally the worst reason of all:

4. No matter what, my laundry day clothes always happens to be my worn Gallagher Track shirt and I always, always, ALWAYS end up having a cute guy sit next to me in class. No one can look attractive in a t-shirt with their hair in a bun. Not even the cute messy bun either.

So there I was, at eleven at night, cramming any information about the circulatory system into my brain while the dryers kept shaking and I finished off my M&M's. Even though it was late at night on a Wednesday, all of the dryers were taken. I had my eye on a dryer that had one minute left and debated whether or not it would be rude to take their clothes out if I folded them. Just as I decided that it wouldn't be rude the owner came to take their clothes. I jumped from the counter and threw my wet clothes in as fast as I could. An open dryer was like a beacon for college kids and I had to pounce before it was gone.

Just as my last sock was thrown in I fished in my pocket for the six quarters.

"Shit!" Four quarters that's all that was in my pocket. "Damn M&M's."

The laundry room was empty so surely no one would come and steal the dryer. My clothes were in it! I grabbed my room key and ran back to my room. Thank god I'm on the first floor. As soon as I burst through the door I was greeted by my roommate Bex doing yoga in the living room.

"Woah what's the rush, Flash?" I didn't pause to talk though. Instead I grabbed the stack of quarters I always keep on my desk for this day.

"Need two quarters! Can't talk!" Before she could even get out of downward dog I was back down the hall. I started running through the lobby but not before I was reprimanded by the snotty RA that takes their job way too seriously.

"No running in the lobby!" I was forced to slow my pace to a powerwalk as I swung the laundry room door open. I came to a complete halt out of shock. I was gone for one minute. ONE MINUTE! And there someone was moving all of my wet clothes from the dryer that I staked out for an hour! He was still leaning into the dryer moving my clothes before I shouted, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

He emerged from the dryer with my favorite bra in his hands.

"Uhm laundry?" He sounded so nonchalant about the fact that he was moving my clothes from the dryer.

"That's my dryer! And my clothes!" He finally glanced down at the last bundle of clothes he was holding.

"Really? I don't see you as a black lace type of girl." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. He had a smirk on his face as I snatched my bra from him and threw it back into the dryer.

"I waited for that dryer! It's mine."

"Unless it's running, it's fair game." He threw a pair of his shorts in there, never breaking eye contact with me. I moved closer so that I could reach the rest of my clothes. I couldn't help but notice how tall he was. My eyes reached about his shoulder and I had to look up to make eye contact. I reached around him to throw another bundle of my clothes in the dryer. He smirked and reached around me to throw more of his clothes in. We were only about three inches away now and the battle was on.

"Look," he glanced down at my shirt, "Gallagher Girl. I could do this all day but the dryer is going to get full and then it's not going to work. So if you could just take your clothes out and wait for another dryer that would be great." Who does he think he is?
"No way! I waited for this dryer fair and square. If anyone is waiting it's you." He was already moving to take clothes out. I felt a smile tugging at my lips, guess I won that one. I was starting to put a quarter in before I realized he was taking my clothes back out!

"Stop!" He just looked up at me like he already won the fight and wasn't going to let me argue anymore.

"I can't wait. I have practice starting at 5 am tomorrow and if I have to wait then it will be well after midnight before this is all done." He shut the door triumphantly and threw in the five other quarters. He was already turning to walk away.

"You owe me a quarter then." He turned and flipped his extra quarter at me and started for the door again.

"See you in an hour." He smirked before leaving me fuming. I gripped the quarter and just scowled at the dryer I waited so long for. I looked at the other dryers, figuring out how much longer I would be in here. 15 minutes until the next one is finished. I moved toward it and sat right on top of it, claiming my spot. I would not be losing another dryer.

When the owner of the dryer came they looked at me like I was insane. I didn't make eye contact though; I just sat on top of the dryer with a scowl on my face. They quickly gathered their freshly laundered clothes and ran away. I threw my clothes in with more force than necessary and almost broke the dial off when I started the dryer.

I threw my biology book into my backpack and stormed back through the halls.

Stupid boy. With his stupid smirk. I want to kill him!

I was trying to jam my key into the lock but it missed and the keys dropped to the floor. "Argh!" I let out a cry of frustration. Bex opened from the door curious of the cry. My face was hot but she just smiled at me.

"Cam, what's the matter honey?" I pushed past her into the apartment and threw my bag into my room. Macey was already painting her nails on the living room floor. Bex sat on one end of the couch and I threw myself face first into the other. I was mumbling unintelligent curses into the pillow. If I had any other roommate I might feel self conscious thinking they would call the loony bin on me, but Bex was different. I only met her a month ago when we found out our room assignments but we were fast friends. In only a month there has been five occasions when I've found Bex cursing into a phone at whatever boy attempted to cross her. I some how knew that she would understand my antics.

I gave one last scream and hand gesture before collecting myself enough to have a conversation. When I looked up Bex and Macey were giving me curious stares.

"Alright. What happened?"

Then I just let it all pour out. From the stupid shaking dryer to the quarter he flipped at me. They were silent but Macey had an amused smirk on her face. I was on my feet pacing back and forth.

"And then I just…UGH!" I screamed into the pillow again.

"Well first of all," Bex was the first to speak, "you are totally a black lace kind of girl." I rolled my eyes.

"But really Cam, you're too nice when it comes to laundry room etiquette."

"Laundry room etiquette?" Is that even a thing?

"Yeah," Macey responded as if it were the most obvious rule in the world. "In college there is no etiquette. If someone is taking too long, you throw their clothes out."

"You're taking that asshole's side," I exclaimed in disbelief. My own friend from high school took his side!

"I'm not taking sides. You just need to be more aggressive in the laundry room."

"Yeah. Show him you are a black lace kind of girl." Bex winked before retreating to her room. Macey just continued painting her toes a bright red. For as long as I had known Macey McHenry, yes that McHenry, her signature nail color had always been red. Of course back in high school we always thought red was a sexy color and meant we were bad girls. Now I think she just picks red because she knows her mother despises the way it stains your nails.

"Cam, I haven't seen you this worked up since you found out about DeeDee."

DeeDee. Just hearing her name made my face tighten.

"That's like comparing sharks and tigers." I started rummaging through her polish collection to find a shade.

"Yeah. DeeDee was definitely a shark." She rolled her eyes, "A manhunting shark."

I found my go to polish, a light pink with a hint of gold. It was a neutral, made to blend in, a lot like me. Macey eyed my choice and started searching for something else.

"The point is, I'm proud of you. You finally stood up to someone and didn't pretend that everything was ok. You're really growing up Cam. College is where you decide who you are." She held out a dark purple polish toward me.

"So what kind of girl are you going to be Cam?"

I had thirty minutes to decide. Was I going to be the nice girl who still believed laundry room etiquette existed, or was I going to be Cammie; owner of black lace bras and purple nail polish.