Opposites Attract

Sudden Mistakes

[Mandex's POV]

"Ugh! Now why do they have to move another person into MY dorm?! All other rooms and they have to move him into mine?!"

I slammed the door to my dorm, stomping inside and flicking the cigarette from my mouth into the trash can. Looks like my peaceful dorm life was over. I enjoyed having a two-bed dorm to myself.

But now I'm gonna have to share it with another student named Maddox. There was nothing but random liquor bottles and cigarette butts on the counters and a bunch of other things scattered around the dorm.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to clean up before they get here. I may be an asshole, but at least a decent-mannered one."

I started throwing away garbage and empty bottles, hiding away a few of my personal things as I prepared for the new uninvited guest.

I came across an old photo, a picture of my ex-girlfriend and I celebrating our 4th anniversary at the dock. I stared at the photo, a deep snarl erupting from my chest, crumbling the memory in my fist and tossing it into the garbage where it belonged.

"I hate that manipulative bitch."

Moving on from my moment of hatred, I was finally finished up my cleaning. The dorm was now decently clean, no more empty bottles or cigarettes on the floor or any clutter on the counters.

I walked into my kitchen, stepping over to my fridge to grab a beer. If I was gonna let whoever this dumbass is into my dorm- I'm definitely not gonna be sober.

I sat down at the kitchen island, cracking open the can as I did so, curling my fluffy, black tail over my lap. I leaned over with an exasperated sigh as started to take large sips from the can, enjoying the slight burn in the back of my throat as I swallowed.

I could feel my muscles start to relax, my tail wagging with satisfaction as I enjoyed my last few moments of alone time in my dorm. The board said he's supposedly supposed to be arriving tonight. Glancing over to the clock, I groaned.

It was 6:30.

"Shouldn't be too long then. Means I've got about 30 minutes to an hour to get at least half drunk. Then again, probably gonna need something a lot stronger than this."

I rose up from the chair, pacing over to my bedroom at the end of the hall. I opened the door, walking inside over to my bunk bed. I usually slept on the bottom bunk due to me being an extremely heavy sleeper, not wanting to roll off accidentally.

I kneeled down, grabbing a glass bottle from under my bed. I then pulled it out seeing it was a bottle of vodka I had bought a few days ago. Sitting back onto my bed, I opened it, chugging nearly half the bottle.

I sat the bottle down at my feet, wiping the excess alcohol off my lips with my wrist. My ears started to ring, making me pin them back to my cranium as I waited for the alcohol to kick in.

"Strongest shit I've got right now so it's gonna have to do. I haven't bought any weed in a while. And to hell if I ever tried pills again. I hated that bullshit."

I laid on my bed in silence, letting my mind relax as my muscles started to soothe. My tail flicked with a beat as I hummed a tune from "Producer Man" By Lyn Lapid, closing my eyes as I rested.

Maybe not even 5 minutes later, a knock on the door was picked up by my audits.