When You Least Expect It

5

My head is pounding when I open my eyes. "Ah shit.." I hold my head as I grab my phone to check the time.

12:37, can't believe I slept past noon. I lay my phone face down and pull the covers back letting the fan blow over my shirtless torso. All I can hear is snoring from Jason's side of the room, I glance over. He's fully clothed laying across his bed with one shoe on. I chuckle but I can't help but wonder how the hell we made it back last night. At least I managed to get myself into bed.

My back pops when I stretch my arms out and twist to the side. Stars sparkle behind my eyes as I press my palms into them trying to ease the pounding in my head. I guess I'd better get up and get my shit together. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, sitting for a minute to stop the world swaying. I pick my phone up. "Shit, I guess I forgot to plug it in last night." The low battery alert pops up on the screen.

I close the alert and unlock my phone. "Holy shit," I whisper. There are a ton of notifications on my social media. I open one and cringe when I watch the first clip. "Son of a bitch."

I facepalm as I watch myself streak across the front lawn of the frat house. A couple guys I don't know come in behind me. In the next clip comes Matt, Clark, and Ben. "Ah man, look at the crowd." There is no telling how many people saw my junk swinging last night, and apparently that number is growing, judging by the notifications popping up on my phone anyway.

I stand scratching my side. My phone dings when I plug it in I decide it best to just leave the rest of the notifications for later. Jason continues to snore like a freight train as I close the door to the room. First stop, the bathroom, feels like my bladder is about to burst.

The cold water feels good as I wash my hands. I splash a little on my face then give my pits a quick sniff. I guess I should just hop in the shower real quick. I slide the curtain over and open the shower door. Adjusting the temperature I close the stall door stepping out to go grab my stuff. Just as I go to pull the bathroom door open, someone else pushes into it. I step back to let them in. Katie just about drops her stuff when she sees me on the other side of the door. "S-s-sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here. Marie is upstairs puking in our bathroom, so I figured I'd use this one. Sorry I bumped you with the door. I'll just go back up and wait for her to finish."

I shake my head, "Don't worry about it. It's Katie, right? No big deal. I was just going to shower real quick but I can wait until you're done if you'd rather?"

She turns bright red as she opens and closes her mouth a few times trying to figure out what to say. "Yeah, um, no. I mean, yes I'm Katie but you go ahead. You don't have to wait for me. This is your bathroom. You go first."

"You go ahead and get started. I'll be in and out if you don't mind. I just have to rinse the funk from last night off." I smile, trying to ease the tension.

Finally she nods and lowering her gaze to the floor she makes her way to another stall. "That's fine."

I press my ear to the door of our room to listen for Jason's snoring but I don't hear anything. Maybe he went downstairs already, I think before opening the door. Damn. He's sitting on the edge of his bed with that shit-eating grin plastered across his mug.

"I'm guessing you saw the videos then?"

He falls back laughing, "Dude, like everybody there saw your junk. Have you read the comments yet? Half of them are asking if you're single! You could've told me you were packing!"

I toss a pillow at him. "Shut up. I didn't know we needed to discuss what was in our pants. Where were you when all that was going down? How did we even get back last night?"