Chapter 2

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A few week later, Joseph was frustratedly turning around in bed, regretting not having made any plans to go out that night. It was Saturday night! In college! He was supposed to be getting drunk, or laid or high, or all three at the same time! But instead, he was in his room, with nothing to do. And his roommate wasn't even there, so he had one to chat with. He did think about calling Caesar but figured that, being older than him, he'd probably be at the bar, or someplace else that required ID to enter. And even if he wasn't, he was too proud to just call him to say "hey, I have nothing to do on a Saturday night because my social skills suck, what are you up to?"

But things changed when he heard the lock on his room turn. He looked at his phone, it was only midnight. Weird, he thought. Why would my roommate be back so early from partying? Hah! I bet he's even worse at social stuff or socialism than me. He probably got rejected by so many women that he gave up and comeback.

However, he did not expect to see his roommate to walk in with a girl clinging from his arm. Both smelling of alcohol. Apparently, the guy had found someone else who thought he was "rather nice."

"Oh, uh, hey," said his roommate awkwardly when he saw him. "I thought you'd be out... Umm..." It took Joseph a few seconds to figure out what was going on, then his face went bright red.

"Oh... Ohh! Oh shit! Uh..." He struggled to find words.

What was he supposed to do? "Uh... Don't mind me! I was just leaving!"

He bolted out of the room as fast as he could, blushing all along. Only after the door was locked behind him did he notice that he'd just done something stupid.

Great, he thought, what am I supposed to do now? I forgot my wallet! I can't even get something to eat!

He considered knocking on Caesar's door for a minute but ultimately decided against it. His pride wouldn't let him.

However, after what seemed like hours (but was only about fifteen minutes) of pacing around the building, he decided he couldn't handle boredom anymore, and swallowed his pride to knock on his friend's door. A few seconds passed. Nothing. A minute. Two minutes. Still nothing.

How stupid, he thought. He's obviously out. Caesar, the cassanova, not out on a Saturday night? Impossible. Right as he was about to leave, the door opened.

"What?" Asked the bored-looking blond. Judging from his hair and attire, he probably hadn't left his room all day, except maybe to eat. "Oh, it's you. What's up?

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