Sober

Ch. 3

(POV: Nick)

I wake up the next day around one, shirtless on the floor of my dorm room. I'm situated perfectly so that the sun is burning my retinas, though as I struggle to sit up, I feel sharp pains throughout my body, especially in my back.

As usual, Zeke's watching Netflix on his computer while eating breakfast, and he takes his earbuds out after glancing at me.

"You're finally up," He says with a chuckle.

I struggle to nod, but as I do, I notice the tons of phone numbers written on my stomach. I groan and attempt to examine them, despite my blurry vision. As I glance back up at Zeke, my face heats up as I stare at his chest that's barely covered by some fishnet. God, he always wears those, and even though my eyesight is fucked, he still looks great. I hate it.

"What the hell happened last night..." I ask while rubbing my head.

He laughs and places a ton of money in my lap. "Don't worry about it. Anyway, here's your payment for being my plus one and some extra for amusing everyone else."

I finally sit up and grab the money. "Where's my hoodie?"

He shrugs and continues to eat. The smell makes my stomach grumble, but at the same time, I still feel nauseous.

"Zeke, tell me what happened."

He ignores me and goes back to playing his show. I stare at the numbers on my torso, and as I do so, a name pops into my head.

"Kyler..." I mutter to myself.

My roommate looks at me. "Huh?"

I turn to him as my face heats up. "Kyler. D-Did he write his phone number on me?"

Zeke laughs again and puts his plate down. "Are you dumb—of course not. He's not even gay and if he was, I doubt he'd go for a loser like you," He says under his breath.

"All those numbers are from girls so just pick one and start reaching out. If anything, you should share a few with me."

I turn around and start mumbling Kyler's name to myself. My entire head is fuzzy, but the more I repeat it, the more I remember him. His ears were covered in piercings, and his eyes were a beautiful yet freaky shade of light blue that was almost white.

God, every time I locked eyes with them I wanted to punch him in the face, and he wouldn't stop staring at me either.

I pull on my hair a bit.

Kyler.

But at least he was...pretty. Like, really pretty. Sure, his man bun looked really dumb, but it was also kinda hot, at least on him.

I never thought that was something I'd be into.

Kyler Wells.

What a dork. He wouldn't leave me alone.

At least he wasn't too much taller than me. And his T-shirt kept falling off his shoulder, and that was hot too, though I couldn't remember if it said anything on it.

"You gotta crush on him or something?" Zeke asks as I jump, thanks to him practically reading my mind.

"N-No!" I shout, waving my hands around. "I'm just trying to remember everything since someone won't bother to tell me."

Zeke smirks. "Don't bother."

I look at my arms which were a little bruised, and then back at Zeke.

"What the hell happened? What the fuck did you get me to do?!" I cry. "I don't even know how I got here—did you take me home? Did someone else?? When did I even end up back here?"