Collage Freshman

Ep 7

                                                                        
                                                                        
PoV: Sonic

I followed him, out if my own curiosity, I followed the red echidna.

"Rouge doesn't realize what she's done to you," he spoke once we were alone, "You're a walking target."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"When everyone isn't working on essays and crap, we're partying. Rouge was target, she flirts with everyone and sleeps with anyone. You realize you're the one everyone wants to get rid of," he explained.

"What? But this isn't high school anymore," I couldn't believe how immature people stayed.

"So what? We have our own lives. We can do what we want. Right now, a lot of guys want to take you out. Not just for being with Rouge, but because their girls are starting to like you."

"I didn't want this," I groaned, "I wanted it to be quiet, like high school was."

  I heard a musical chime. The red echidna answered his phone.

"Yeah, I'll be there," he hung up, "Rouge just called me," he grabbed my arm.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I had no idea what was happening in my life anymore.

"Relax, we're going to a bar," He said.

"I'm not old enough to drink," I stated.

"You don't need to drink," he took me all the way to a bar across town.

  My concern was the blinking neon light in the shape of a woman.

"ID," a man asked.

  The echidna held his hand out to me. I grabbed my wallet and he took it from me.

"Hey-"

"All clear," the guy cut me off, handing my wallet back.

  We were taken inside, it was dark and the music was loud.

"Ahh!" I freaked out when I was suddenly grabbed and lifted up, "Let go! Put me down."

"Got you," that voice, it was Rouge, "My sweet boy."

"R-Rouge, put me down," she carried me to a room in the bar.

"No, we have this place to ourselves," Rouge put me down on the couch and pushed me down so she was over me.

"What are you-? D-don't do that!" She was unbuttoning her shirt.

"You're so cute when you're mad," she got close to me, the smell of alcohol on her breath.

"You're drunk?" She pushed her face into my stomach.

"You smell so sweet," I could feel her hot breath slip through my shirt to below my fur.

"We should go home," I tried getting up, She wouldn't budge, "Rouge, get off me!"

"No~" she held her grip.

"Woah!" I felt out of my seater shirt. She hugged it and I now had no shirt, "Great," I grabbed the shirt, "Come on... give it back...," she had a surprisingly strong grip.

"No, it's my boyfriends," she muttered.

"I'm not you're boyfriend," I felt a bit annoyed, I couldn't leave like this or someone might think we did something. Her sweater was around her waist, "I'm gonna borrow this."

  I pulled on her sweater, pink was not my color.

"Goodbye," I started to leave, guilt made me stop at the door. I couldn't leave her like that, what if someone took advantage of her, "Rouge, let's go home," I  tried getting her up, she wasn't moving, "Come on Rouge."

  I pushed her to a sitting up position. I moved my rings so I was comfortable and pulled her onto my back as she slept. She was heavy but I could manage. I slowly walked out and started taking her home.

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  It took an hour, maybe more, to get her back to the school. I vaguely recalled which dorm was hers. It too me some time to find it. When I did there was a sock on both doors and the sound of a squeaking bed.

"Great, I can't bring her home," I sighed, "Let's hope Mephilies isn't home."

  I carried her back out the dorm to my own.

"My stomach hurts," she muttered.

"You shouldn't have drank so much," I said, "I'll give you some medicine.

  I felt something warm down my arm and back with the sound if gagging.

"Rouge?" I was afraid to look back, but the could smell it. She threw up on me , "Please tell me you didn't just do that."

"I fell better now," she moved her head to my other shoulder.

"Ew!"

Don't think about it. Don't think about it, don't think about it. It's so gross! Oh... the wind is making it cold. I can feel the chunks... I'm gonna puke.

  I fought the urge to vomit and carried her back. I put her down it the bathtub. I turned on't he shower besides the tub and I stood under it with the vomit soaked clothing I was in. For privacy I closed the curtain between the shower and bath. I took a quick shower and changed. Next I carefully removed the dirty clothing from Rouge. I only looked when I needed to, like when I rinsed the soap from her fur to make sure I got all the vomit out. I dried her off and carried her to my bed. She could stay there for the night.

  I looked for any clothing that might fit her, nothing my size would work. I placed a few blankets over her and ran to the store an hot her a pair of pyjamas and, embarrassing for me, a pair of underwear. I washed everything, dried it and dressed her. I had the vomit clothing soak in the tub, full of detergent,  over night. I would wash them in the morning.

"Rouge," I knew she was asleep, but I still wanted to tell her what I was doing, "I'm putting a trashcan next to you. Try and aim there if you need to puke again."

  I put a bag into a bucket and sat it next to her. It was close to one am once everything was done. I took some proto bismol so I wouldn't throw up, myself. I gave some to Rouge since she kept groaning and holding her stomach in her sleep. I laid a blanket down on the floor with pillow, that was where I'd sleep.

  The last thing I did before bed was look up how to take care of someone with a hangover. At this way I know she's safe. I can't just let someone be at the mercy of anyone who's horny, or drunk enough. I'll apologize tomorrow for the unwanted help. This was just a favor as a friend.

  She better pay me back for puking on me, that was disgusting.

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