Room 106, I think.

I step in, immediately greeted with the acrid smell of Axe Body Spray.

_Oh no._

I feel my heart drop.

A guy?

I simply kept walking, trying to justify how I felt about this stupid situation.

Yet the more I walked into the room, the more my nose burned with the smell of testosterone and other cologne smelling scents.

I just walked into my room, which I then procceeded to cover my mouth so a scream wouldnt leave my vocal cords.

There was a damn cat in my bed, laying in it like it owned the place.

It’s yellow eyes just sank into me, looking down at me like it was saying ‘ you should go. This guy’s crazy.’

I did like cats, just right now, I had shit to do.

I simply picked up the cat, which, was very hard to put that cat back down.

So cute..

I glanced into what seemed like my roomates room, and noticed the bathroom door closed.

“ Must be showering,” I murmured.

I began to unpack my belongings, making this room seem like my very own back at home.

I did some digging on my laptop to find out who this dude was.

James Legeor.

Just some Highschool dirtbag that I dated for at least two months.

This would either be so, so cringe worthy, or very interesting.

I put my lap top away, and took a step back to admire my room.

Yet I tell you, the moment I backed up, there was a dude behind me.

And the worst part?

When I turned to face him he had just gotten out of the shower.

And he wasnt wearing a towel.