I'm not exactly sure how, but when I wake up, I am no longer in the frat house, but in my own dorm room. I climb out of bed and look around the dorm to see if Dan is crashed anywhere.
I don't see him or any proof that he was here and I nearly have a heart attack when someone opens the door. Turns out Zayn is back.
"Hey," he greets me. "Someone left something for you on the counter, I just saw it this morning."
I just nod knowing that my breath will smell terrible because I did not have the chance to brush my teeth last night.
I walk in to what one would call a kitchen, which is really just a mini fridge, sink, and a few cabinets. When I reach the counter, I see that my phone is sitting there on the charger with a sticky note next to it. All it says is:
You're welcome.
I take my phone off the charger and call Dan. He doesn't answer, what a shocker. It's only eleven and he probably won't get up until he has to go to work at four.
I eat some cereal from the cabinet and I find myself thinking about last night. How did I get home? I bet someone had a car and offered to drive Dan home so they stuffed me in the back seat. I must've been out cold because I didn't wake up.
Also, who's journal was that? The room didn't seem like it was frequently occupied. Nothing seems to be adding up and the funny part is, I can't think straight and I did not have one drink last night.
For the next couple of hours, I am able to open my mind and study. I had a "see how well you know yourself" exam in Health Psychology and a "welcome to economics" exam coming up the upcoming week. My careful concentration was interrupted when my phone dinged. It was from Zayn:
Hey im having some friends over to watch the game and im running late at the store...
A few seconds later another one came through:
So if they get there before im home, be a good host and let em in.. thanks
Oh yes, how could I forget, the magnificent college football games. I have been to a few and sure they can be fun, but just like the parties, there is a lot of chaos. There also seemed to be some sort of unestablished rule saying that if you don't go to the game, you must have people come over to watch it.
Zayn and his friends are sort of punk hipsters. Sometimes when they are around, you get this angst vibe from them. Other times, you get this serene vibe from them. Along with that, they are serious art freaks. Zayn's room is covered with sketches and small paintings.
I think the game starts around three and it is only half past one so I should still have some time to myself. I also imagine that Zayn will be back before the start of the game but who knows. I grab my computer and think back to last night. I type in some of the quotes from the mysterious book, the first being "scared of the dark and the dentist" because it seemed like the oddest one. The result I get it a little shocking but I go with it:
"I can't think straight
I'm so gay
Sometimes I cry
A whole day
I care a lot
Use an analog clock
And never know when to stop
And I'm passive aggressive
I'm scared of the dark and the dentist
I love my butt, and won't shut up
