168 Hours of Miles Fonte

Chapter 3: Sunday

I woke up to the noise of Miles taking a shower. I could hear the crashing of water onto the shower floor. I rolled over to my phone and it read 10:14, I gasped.

"Miles!" I yelled while scrambling out of bed. "What time does the help desk open?"
"What?" He yelled.
I grabbed a shirt in my bag, changing out of the Led Zeppelin t-shirt I had on into a green v-neck. I had taken off my pajama bottoms before I heard the shower turn off. I scrambled for my jeans, and of course I couldn't find them. The bathroom door cracked open and I plunged toward the bed and covered myself with the bed covers. He saw me. My face felt hot as Miles laughed at me. Thankfully he didn't have his glasses on.
"Shut the door!" I yelled.
"I need to grab my clothes." He replied plainly.
"Please dont come out here with just a towel on..." I begged.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine, then you grab my clothes." He pointed to the couch where a black shirt and jeans laid.
"Close the door." I said, with an edge in my voice, so he slowly shut the door.
I sighed and looked for my jeans quickly. I can't believe this, this is crazy. I thought, ruffling through my bags. "Where are they!" I whispered irritatedly to myself.
I put my pajama pants back on and brought over Miles' clothes. I knocked twice and he opened it up just a crack reaching out for them.
"Thanks."
"No problem." I said turning back to my bag. Maybe Miles is not so bad...he really helped me out last night, I should be nicer to him...this thought was immediately taken back when Miles spoke.
"Oh and nice underwear by the way..." He muttered and shut the door before I could hit him.
I banged on the door, "I cannot believe you!" My voice was high. My voice always sounds high when I'm nervous or embarrassed. "I thought you needed glasses to see."
"Uhh, contacts." He said.
Oh, I'm stupid. I hit my head against the door.
The silence that followed must've bothered him. "I was kidding." He said through the door.
"So you didn't look?" I inquired.
"Not on purpose. You flashed me. I'm the victim."
"I did not flash you!" I yelled.
He cracked the door open. "April shh! I have neighbors!" He joked.
I bit back a smile. Once I collected myself and I found my jeans, he came out of the bathroom with his wet hair hanging in his face, and was smiling.

"So, where is the help desk?" I asked nonchalantly, making the bed. Ignoring the fact that this guy has totally seen my underwear, polka dots too. Ugh.
"April, don't ask me questions before I've had coffee."
I slumped into the chair near his closet and watched as he took out a mug that read 'everyone has an ego, mine is just bigger... and better.'
I scoffed. "That mug suits you well."
He looked down and smiled, "You like that? A friend of mine got it for me."
"Good friend?" I asked.
He nodded, "the best." He took a sip of coffee. "Crap, you want some?"
I shook my head, "no thanks."
I waited for him to finish his coffee. He is a really, really slow drinker. Or maybe he was just doing it to irk me. My hypothesis was proven true when he took out a magazine and began flipping through it. I couldn't take it anymore, I jumped up "okay, where is the help desk?"

He rolled his eyes and set down his cup. "The directions of campus are in one of those pamphlets they gave us at orientation...did you get that?"
I shook my head. He sighed as if I was trying to be difficult.
"Okay well, you will need to get one of those at the help desk."
"Which is where?" I asked, now losing my patience.
"I'll show you." He grabbed his keys and wallet and walked out the door.
He didn't even look back to see if I was following him, he just hurried down the stairs, assuming I was close behind. What sucked was that I had no choice but to follow.
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"I don't understand how this happened, I got accepted...this is my acceptance letter-" The lady at the help desk lifted her hand, which shut me up.
"I understand, but we don't have any rooms available," she said.
I put the paper with all my information on her desk and tapped where it said 2D-3.
"This says it is my room, and I have a key."
She gave an uninterested look.
"Look, we have a lot of people coming to tell us that their dorm got messed up. Maybe we changed your room assignments but you didn't get an updated key. We are doing all we can. We will call you when we find a dorm for you."
"Well what should I do for now?" I asked.
"You should try to find an apartment near campus." She sounded rehearsed.
"Won't that be expensive-"
"Look I'm just reciting what I was told to tell every kid that comes here with this problem."
"I couldn't tell." I said under my breath.
"Either find a temporary place to stay or don't stay at all." She waved me off, clearly she was done discussing this. I scoffed as she turned to gossip with the lady beside her. I walked outside to a nearby bench, kicking the leg. "Help desk, yeah right." I mumbled.