The Untelling of Love & Happiness

Man TF Up; cont'd 3

Chp. 3: Keep Calling

"Sooner or later, I'll be ringin'/ Gonna have to say I'm sorry/ It happens when I start drinkin'..."
-SHAED

When I woke up, I wasn't expecting to have a pounding headache or be laying next to Keather. I have no idea how I ended up at The Suites-the Beverly Daniel Tatum Suites Residence Hall. The dorms are apartment-style housing on Spelman's campus, almost identical to our Otis Moss Suites at Morehouse.

"Hey, sleepyhead." Keather greeted, smiling at me. She was eating a slice of pizza and creating a PowerPoint presentation on her laptop. "You sleep like a big ol' grizzly bear." She laughed.

Stretching then grabbing my forehead, "What time is it?" I groggily wondered.

"You don't really wanna know the time. You've been out of it all day. I tried to wake you on like three different occasions. Monti even came in here, tryna wake you."

"Fuck!" I cursed. I was pissed at myself that I was starting to appear reckless with my classes. "I gotta go."

I sat up but quickly fell back on the pillow. My head was swimming.

"For real, what time is it?" I asked again, annoyed.

Keather scrunched up her face, "10:27pm."

"Fuck!" I cursed again. Looking down at myself, at least I had on pants. It's sad that I wasn't even sure if we'd had sex or not. "...Okay so look, I'm not tryna have you fucked up and tripping 'cause you fell into some fantasy. I'm actually on a rebound right now. My bad!" I confessed. "...You peaceful. That's what it is. You calm my mind from racing..."

Keather glanced in my direction, "Okay." She said, more focused on her laptop than me. "Monti told me that you're still raw. So I get it now. I'm not in my feelings anymore."

"...Did we... um?" I asked with embarrassment on my voice.

"What? Oh naw! You came over here drunk as hell last night. You just wanted to lay up." Keather chuckled then cooed. "So sweet."

I blushed a bit. I appreciated her praise. It felt good for my lax demeanor to be admired instead of taken advantage of, for once. This time when I sat up, I did it slowly. My head continued to swim. However, I was able to remove myself from the bed without difficulty.

"Monti here?"

"Yeah, I think she's in her room."

I opened the door to Keather's bedroom. Montana's bedroom door was already opened across the suite. When I entered, she seemed to be sleeping. I went to relieve myself in her bathroom. The liquor was taking its toll. Apparently, I had been holding my bladder since last night. After my marathon of a piss, I washed up and returned to Montana's room. Staring at her for a moment, I then bounced down onto her bed.

She groaned, "Quit! Go home!"

"Naw, I came to throw up in yo' bed." I teased.