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.