Dazed & Confused

[52]

[17 Hours Later]
{Sam's POV}

     I close the bathroom door, sighing loudly once it's closed. God dammit Colby. How dumb can you be? I set my new clothes on the counter and take off my yellow shirt before looking in the mirror. Griffin's right. I should work out. I need to anyways for the initiation. Plus my body isn't looking so good anyways. Should probably get back in shape. I take off the rest of my clothes and turn on the shower, hoping in. I instantly feel the warm water hit my sore body. God that feels nice. I take a deep breath before relaxing my body completely. I run my fingers through my hair, pushing it back away from my face. I grab the shampoo and dump it on my hands before scrubbing it into my hair. I miss when Kat used to do that. She used to move her fingers to brush through the back of my hair while her nails scratched my scalp. That always felt so nice. It usually put me to sleep, especially if I was drunk. I take another deep breath before washing out the shampoo and grabbing the body wash, quickly scrubbing my body, making sure I get all the spray paint off of me before letting it all wash off. Now I feel better. Having spray paint on your skin is not fun. I turn my back to the shower head and wrap my hands behind my neck and head, aligning my hands to my ears, resting my side arms on my ears, moving so the water is hitting just barely above my hands, making it so no noise is heard, except for the internal earthquake sound of the water hitting my body. My head goes silent and all I feel is calmness, my stress and alertness being clouded up with the sound of the water hitting me. Only the water. Just focus on the water. I say in my head, trying to distract myself from thinking about anything else. I hear a muffled noise by the door but it's overcomed by the sound of the water bouncing off the back of my head. I suddenly feel a warm hand littered in cold metal touch my shoulder. I instantly jump and out of instincts, I swiftly hit my forearm against the forearm connected to the hand on my shoulder, I then grab the person's wrist quickly and force their hand forward towards them, putting intense pressure on their wrist. A technique that could easily break someone's wrist. I look at the person and realize it's just Colby, or should I say Cole, fully dressed and standing in the shower with me. Fucking dumbass. Does he not know not to sneak up on someone like that?! Especially in the freakin' shower?! I relax a bit before letting go of his arm,
     "Don't scare me like that dude." I let out a deep breath of relief as I look away for a second. As I look back up at Cole, him not saying a word, I notice a murderous look in his eyes before it slowly fades as he looks like he's arguing in his head. I sigh and look away once again, suddenly feeling insecure as my brain fully process that I'm standing in front of him naked.
     "Get out before I kick your ass again." I demand as I pick up the body wash that fell over while I was defending myself subconsciously.
     "You kicked Colby's ass, not mine. But if you want to be left alone, it's fine." Colby states before getting out of the shower and leaving the bathroom. God dammit... I curse in my head while the insecure feeling doesn't leave my body. I want Colby back. I sigh before turning off the water and hopping out the shower.

I grab a towel and quickly dry off my body then my hair. I set it down on the counter and grab my clean clothes, putting on my plain black t-shirt on first then my gray flannel like pants on, then my black socks. I grab some toothpaste and my green toothbrush and start brushing my teeth. I should check my phone to see if any of the guys texted me. I grab my phone from the counter and open it, seeing a bunch of notifications from Instagram, like always, and some notifications from my messages. I keep brushing my teeth while I open the message app, seeing Griffin texting me.

Griffin Jarosinski 17 hours ago
Lmao, can't believe you took a photo of those. We should definitely go graffitiing again together

     I softly smile to myself before replying.