Your Own World is Better Than the Real One

Part 2

I'll tell you straight up that I'd given up (granted I'm only nineteen and have never really lived) on romance before college. I identified as a pansexual aromantic girl. 

Then I come to college... and that shit just kind of blows up in my face. 

It starts when I walk into one of my classes, that meets once a week, I don't recognize anyone in the class, so I just sit to myself. 

The poor professor isn't getting anything out of us, we all just sit there like dumb fucks every time she asks a question and I'm like... "I'm sorry I have crippling anxiety; I really would answer but I'd break out into hives." 

Obviously, I didn't fucking say that but I'm sure a handful of other students were feeling it. 

Now a few weeks pass, and my roommate is friends with one of the guys in my class. This boy is a piece of shit, he's homophobic and racist and my roommate had a huge crush on him. Of course, I wasn't out to everybody about my sexuality, if anything I felt like it wasn't even valid yet because I'd only had sex with one gender. 

But moving on, my roommate invites him over all the goddamn time and he's flirting with us and all that bullshit. However, we start snapping without my roommate's knowledge. 

Now I'm a horny bitch so I start sending him cleavage pics and he's into it, so we make a commitment to hookup. Now this little bitch starts snapping less and less before we even have sex, so obviously I ignore him because I'm not about the game... I'm about the dick. 

We stop talking and awkwardly see each other in class. At this point in time I've made friends with this girl and guy I sit next to. Not like close friends but friends that talk on the way to and from class and all that.