Friendzoned (boyxboy)

chapter two

         Chapter two      

         I considered my options:

1.   I could leave right now, come back later, and probably see all of my things stolen.

2.   Wake him up, have an awkward atmosphere and rudely kick him out of the house.

3.   Call Scott to pick me up.

4.   Die of embarrassment.

I was currently sitting on the edge of my bed, figuring things on what to do after a terrible hangover. My eyes were lingering on the naked gray walls of my bedroom.

Even if I were to avoid making things worst right now, waking up next to a complete stranger, with head-splitting headache, having no car, and already late for the morning lecture, I think there isn't any other option other than no. 4.

Whatever, I thought to myself. I wasn't going to waste any more of my time.

I quickly hopped off the bed and grabbed all of my clothes from the floor. I slipped on my boxers and jeans and then took a pen and paper from the drawer. The note was placed slovenly on the nightstand.

Maybe all I needed was a peace of mind. But I wasn't having any of that. I dialed Scott's number as soon as I was outside of the bedroom.

"Hello?"

"Scott, where are you?"

"I'm near at your house, man. I told you I'd bring your car back."

"Wait—no! Wait, stop driving," I panicked. "Don't come here... I mean, let's meet up at the corner, okay? I'll meet you there."

"What—?"

I ended the phone call before he could even say anything. I quickly grabbed my bag and slipped out of the house. The guy's car was still parked in front of my apartment.

By the time I was at the corner of my street, Scott was parked at the curb as I instructed. I took over the wheel and started to drive back to his dorm.

He was suspicious of me on the entire ride for not bitching him out for stealing my car. But to be honest, Scott was the last thing on my mind. I told him it was okay, but he was still a douchebag, so I punched him real hard on his shoulder before he could walk away.

Morning lecture was going to be the worst, I thought to myself. I was already twenty minutes late when I got there. I knew I was the worst being punctual, but at least I wasn't the worst student. When I opened the door, Mr. Robinson was in front, writing an outline on the whiteboard. I took it as my opportunity to slide at the back while he wasn't looking.

Amanda was seated at the last row. I sat my backpack on the floor and slumped myself on the empty chair next to her. When I had placed my laptop on my desk, she leaned over.

"You're late," she whispered.

"No shit," I glanced back at her. She was lazily typing gibberish on her laptop, as if she were listening to all of the professor's shit all this time. "Where have you been last night?"

"What? Haven't we been on the same party last night?"

Oh, so she knows. I thought maybe she would feign her innocence and not remember anything just because she was drunk. I know her too well. "I went to the goddamn party because of you, Amanda. You're such a terrible friend."

She groaned, "I know. I'm sorry. A lot of things happened."

"Yeah, like you fucking your ex-boyfriend last night."