This boy next to my room

26

June

Once the seven minutes are up, we get out of the dressing room and get back to our seats with the people. I'm not sure what to make of this rather strange discussion with Connor but I prefer to forget, he's drunk and I think half the things he said were not supposed to come out of his mouth.

The evening continues in a good atmosphere and when it is midnight, we decide to go down to our dormitories. I go out with Kathy and say goodbye to her before heading to the stairs. The corridor is dark and I feel like throwing up, although I didn't drink anything but I think that it's probably because of the food we were served this lunch it was really hideous.

I slowly open the door to my room and change into my pajamas. Once it is done I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I expect to see Connor but he's not there. It's weird because I thought I saw him coming out of Cynthia's room.

As I spit out the toothpaste, the door opposite mine opens and my roommate enters. I give him a quick glance before rinsing the toothbrush.

"J..June... Can you help me take off my sweatpants? I don't feel very.." He begins before rushing to the toilet and puking his guts out. I stand still and stare at him in surprise. Wow, the fallout from alcohol.

I put down the brush I was washing in a goblet and hesitantly approach him. He is in a bad state. Once he finishes emptying his stomach, he steps back to lean against the wall beside him. His face shows fatigue and pallor.

"Why are you drinking alcohol if you can't keep it down." I sigh as I flush the toilet. He doesn't bother to answer and simply shrugs.

"Get up, we're going to your room." I say as I hold out my hand to him. He looks at me quickly before taking it and leaning on it to stand up.

I help him walk to his dorm. Once he does, he slumps down on his bed like he's exhausted. I can relate.

"Help me get undressed please." He says much too softly, I can barely hear him.

"I... don't think that's a good idea. Sleep like this." I reply.

"Why? Can't you see I'm in no condition to do it by myself ? He growls visibly offended. Well look, tomorrow I'll have forgotten all about this so who cares?"

I let out a slight sigh. I hope he's right, I don't want it to be weird between us.. And then, what am I thinking anyway? It's not something crazy to help him take off his clothes. That's just me being wrong minded.

I approach his legs on the bed and i take a deep breath before awkwardly putting my hands slightly below his stomach to grab his jogging suit. I can feel his body tense up. Damn, June, you're close to a heart attack. I look up at him and our eyes meet. I can feel my face turning tomato red. This situation is so embarrassing, it will take me a long time to forget this scene.

"Uh... can you straighten your pelvis? I can't get it off." I say as I look away. A moment passes and he still doesn't straighten up, soon after, I hear him laughing. What's so funny, seriously? I look at him again and his eyes shine, he looks like he's going to cry from laughter.

"Oh.. June, you are hilarious today. I'd love to see the look on your face when you're embarrassed more often." Scoffs-il.

"It won't happen again be sure. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go to bed and for that I'd need your cooperation so raise your fucking pelvis." I growled annoyed.

And he eventually does, thank God.

I take off his stocking as quickly as possible while being careful not to look up at him. He's in his underwear and the thought makes me stress as much as blush.

I lift his jogging suit to show him that it is done, still with my head down. Then I stand up with my back to him and give it to him. When I don't feel the garment on my hands anymore, I'm about to step forward but a hand wraps around my wrist and pulls me back suddenly. In shock, I instantly lose my balance and collapse onto the mattress, or rather, onto a warm surface. Connor's chest.

I tense up and my eyes widen, what's wrong with him? My heart rate starts to accelerate unnaturally and the sensation of feeling his warm skin against mine takes my breath away and burns every inch of my skin. It is not an unpleasant burn but it consumes me from the inside, destabilizing me strongly. I raise my head to put it back in its place, but when my eyes plunge into his, my words escape me and I just stare at him. Our proximity is dangerous but I don't have the power to move anymore.

I can see in his eyes that he is in the same situation as me, unable to move. His normally neutral eyes slowly change in intensity, they become... fiery? I can barely move my eyebrow to raise it. How did I get here? Two seconds ago I was about to leave and now I'm straddling him.

My breathing doesn't calm down, on the contrary; it jerks more. The seconds feel like hours and without even noticing, he takes his hand off my wrist and puts it on the beginning of my hip. I shudder, I shudder outright. His black eyes consume me, they burn my soul. I've never felt anything like this and I know for a fact that this kind of feeling is not so easily forgotten. Or maybe not at all. I even forget where we are and who this absolutely unbearable guy is.

And suddenly, reality hits me. I'm lying on the chest of the biggest asshole in the reformatory, and on top of being an asshole, he's fucking drunk.

"Oh my.. Get off!" I almost scream as I break free of his grip.

And without even turning around I rush out of the dormitory hoping never to see him again.

But that's impossible. He lives under the same roof as me.