Going Nowhere

Troublemaker - 3

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“Are you dead?”

The whispered words crept into my ears, and I frowned and made a moaning sound. I winced at the awful taste in my mouth, and I rolled off of my side and onto my stomach. My eyes fluttered open, and I let out a scream.

The girl who’d been leaning over me let out a cry of surprise, and she jumped back. I sat straight up, wincing slightly at the head rush, and I stared at the girl. She had curly, chocolate brown hair and wide, dark eyes that were staring at me in surprise.

“Why did you scream?” she breathed, her hand clutching her heart.

“You scared the crap out of me!” I replied, and the girl frowned.

“Sorry,” she said, shrugging, “I didn’t realize I was that close.”

I resisted the urge to point out that our noses were practically touching, and I yawned. I ran a hand through my tangled hair, and I looked around the room. That’s when my brain fart ended, and I realized that the girl standing across the room from me was my roommate.

“I’m Bridget,” I stated, sticking my hand out.

“Teagan,” the girl replied, shaking my hand. Then, she pointed to my cheek and said, “You know you have dried drool all over your face, right?”

“It’s a fashion statement,” I retorted quickly, and I licked my hand and wiped it furiously against my cheek. I dragged my body lazily off of my bed, and I grabbed my phone out of my backpack. I checked the time and raised an eyebrow. I’d apparently been asleep for about five hours, since it was close to six in the evening.

I looked back over at Teagan and noticed that she was wearing a pair of leggings as well as an oversized sweatshirt. “How long have you been here?” I asked curiously, as I pulled my backpack up onto my bed.

“I got back from the campus library around one,” Teagan replied, gesturing towards a stack of books, “I was going to let you sleep, but I was heading over to dinner at the dining hall in about five minutes. I thought you might want to get something to eat, seeing as you’ve been passed out since you got here.”

“How do you know that?” I asked, and Teagan raised an eyebrow.

“Dude, you were sleeping on a bare mattress,” she stated, pointing at my bed.

“Oh, right,” I replied, and my stomach growled loudly. I chuckled and said, “Apparently I’m hungry, so thanks for waking me up.”

“No problem,” Teagan said with a laugh, “you may want to change your clothes before we go, though.”

At that, I looked down at my body and frowned. I was wearing a pair of baggy, black sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt that I’d spilled coke on during one of my many plane rides. They were wrinkled from being traveled in and slept in, and despite how comfortable I was feeling, I thought it would be a good idea to change. I didn’t need people thinking that I was a slob.

I pushed my suitcase flat on the ground, and I unzipped the lid. I flipped it back and grabbed the first couple of articles of clothing that I saw that made a respectable outfit. Without giving Teagan a second glance, I stripped down to my underwear, and I shimmied into a pair of gray skinny jeans. I tugged on an olive green v-neck t-shirt and pulled on a black bomber jacket.

“Ready to go?” Teagan asked, and I nodded as I tugged my hair up into a messy ponytail. “Awesome,” she replied, and she grabbed her cell phone. Together, we walked out of the room, and Teagan locked the door behind us.