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Y'all ever be dead sleep and something in your brain clicks, making you feel like you're getting way too much sleep and slept past your alarm?
Me fucking too.
I slowly swiped my eyes feeling my phone underneath my thigh. I picked it up and checked the time. 1:35 PM. I smacked my teeth realizing I'd missed out once again on lunch, as well as a class.
The feeling of being hungover began to hit me, but I was pretty used to it. It might seem like I'm an alcoholic, but I typically only drank when there were parties which seemed to be almost everyday.
It wasn't until I went to get up, that I realized there was a pair of hands wrapped around my waist. Damn I got so drunk last night I brought a bitch back to the dorm? That's crazy.
Turning my head slightly over my shoulder, I began talking so the girl could hear me and wake up.
"Aye shawty, it's time to get up." I said awaiting a response. "Nigga I'm tired." Kentrell whispered back.
WHAT THE FUCK.
I immediately jumped out of the bed, pulling his arms from around me. "Man why the fuck you in my bed bruh" My heart rate began to rush and my face began to beam bright red.
"What you mean? I'm in here cause you asked me to be." He said getting back comfortable in my bed. "What do you mean I asked you? Why would I ever ask some gay ass shit like that?"
"Well last night when we got back to the dorm, I laid you in your bed and got in mine to go to sleep. You started yelling at me saying you couldn't sleep and you kept screaming about being cold. I asked you what you wanted me to do and you said to warm you up. So I got in the bed and you told me to help you get warm." Kentrell showed absolutely no emotion as he recalled the night.
I dropped my jaw in disbelief at the shit he told me. "Ain't no way I asked that gay shit. On some real shit though, it's like you did a complete 180... I expected you to be an asshole from how we left off and how you came into the dorm, but you really just a straight nigga who act gay as shit."
His fists began to stiffen and he sat up straight in my bed. "I ain't never in my life told you I was straight folks. I don't even know why you keep calling me gay though when you were the one begging- Nevermind." He stopped, laying back down while pulling the blanket over his head.
"Finish ya sentence nigga."
"Nah cause if I tell you, you gone feel hella embarrassed." I ignored him completely and felt myself begin to get lightheaded.
