PROMISCUITY

Chapter 5

The week has slowly been dragging along. I had 2 reports due Friday, which is tomorrow. I have one finished but the other was a bitch. 'What is something you had to overcome?' The fuck kind of question was that, I thought that when I reached this stage of college that I wouldn't be doing baby essays anymore.

Earlier on in the week I was called into the chancellor's office, and he basically explained that my credit situation that they have been trying to sort out has been fixed and that this was my final year at Baylor. Final-fucking-lutly, Baylor wasn't a bad school, not at all. The parties we always to die for and the boys we almost edible, it's just I'm so over it all. I can't wait to take a year off and travel places I've never been. Yeah I still had medical school to attend, but I took early college classes since 8th grade, so I had enough credit and time in the field to cut off a year and a half of medical school. (A/n: I don't know if you can actually do this, but this is a fan fiction so let's pretend that this is true for the sake of argument.)

I was sprawled out on my bed, searching google for a birthday/Halloween costume. Dylan was throwing this huge Halloween bash slash birthday party for me. It was supposed to be the biggest party of the year besides their New Year's ragger they threw every year. Everyone getting sloppy drunk and making out, yeah it's like any other party, but with it you have an excuse of stumbling into class half wasted. This year New Year's fell on a Thursday, but it doesn't stop anyone from getting chaotic.

*Won't be home tonight* I read. It's like Jasper to not be home, he's always out getting drunk, but lately he has been spending a lot of time with Ashton. I don't even know why Jasper lives here anymore, he's never home. But as long as the rents being paid, I'm not complaining. Even if he did move out, Anna and I can still pay the bills on our own.

Speaking of the devil, I haven't seen Anna for 3 days. I half expected her to at the frat house riding Zayn, but apparently she was on the other side of America for a modeling opportunity. The only way I found out, was because I finally found her note saying she left. It was in the fruit basket in the kitchen. Like anyone ate from the fruit basket. Usually we bought fruit and it would end up spoiled because none of us ate from it. She could have put it in the box of cinnamon toast crunch now that is a place I would find it.

I scrunched up my nose at the risqué outfits people called costumes. Sexy nurse and sexy cop was a usual, I saw it every year at the parties, but sexy baby? Really has our generation run out of things to turn into sexy costumes? How can a freaking baby be hot, if you ask me, the only guy that would find that hot would be old pedophile. There is no way that a sexy baby is remotely appropriate or morally ethical, even for Halloween. At this point, I didn't know what the hell I was going to be, but I had to think fast. Halloween was right around the corner and I had to look good, I was known for my outrageous and sexy costumes.

"How's the hunt going?" Harry asks as he sat down on my bed, squinting at the bright screen with me.

"Sexy baby?" he asked dumbfounded.

"Don't ask. But on your previous question, I can't find shit"

"I don't know why you won't go with my first idea" he stated as a smirked spread across his lips.

"Nipple pastes and a thong is hardly a costume Harry"

He shrugged his shoulders and continued to look at the screen. Me and Harry have been doing this a lot lately. Just hanging out. It's actually fun, I've never had a straight friend, besides Niall, that I just "hung out" with without having a sexual agenda behind it. Well, no, let me take that back. I had guy friends. I just usually banged them first, testing the waters, before I friend zoned their ass.

"So what are you going to be?" I asked, breaking the content silence that had been lingering in the air seconds before.

"I don't know. Myself?"