Bathroom Guy

Clarissa

My eyes go wide, and I feel my heart beating wildly in my chest. I am too stunned to speak. The curtain is jerked back roughly, "I said did you- "the guy stops mid-sentence when he sees me. My mouth drops open and I no longer feel like I have any bones in my body. My legs give out and I am falling to the ground. "Shit." There is a harsh curse and suddenly, I feel warm rough hands gripping my waist, keeping me upright. I am very aware that I am completely naked and that the guy holding me only has a towel wrapped around his waist. My mouth has gone dry and I can not for the life of me find the power to form a sentence.

"Hey, are you alright or what?" he asks, clearly annoyed with me.

I shake my head and quickly scramble away from him. "I don't have a towel, my glasses broke, and my pajamas are soaked." I rush out and remember that I am still one hundred percent naked. I immediately sink down and cover my bare breast. I will not look at him, not that I can really make him out anyway, perks of being blind as a bat without my glasses. I can not see him, see me. "Can you close the curtain back now?" I mumble. The curtain closes and I am taken by surprise when a towel lands on top of my head. I quickly wrap it around my body.

"Do you need help getting back to your room?" he asks, his voice is still harsh. It is clear that he does not want to help me, it is also clear that he is not from around here. I did not notice before, because of everything going on, but he has an accent.

I am red from the neck up, I can feel the blush staining my very pale skin, because of my condition it makes it look ten times worse than normal. I open the shower curtain and hesitantly step out and bend down to gather all my belongings. "Yeah." Was all I can get out.

"You're in Kitty's room, right?" he asks curtly.

I nod, then realize in horror, this is one of the guys from earlier. I sneak a side glance at him, this close I can make out his features a little better. Yep, this is the guy that had the girl on his lap when I first walked into my dorm. I look down at the towel wrapped around me and then to the towel wrapped around his waist. "Do you always carry a backup towel?" I could not help the question that popped out.

"I usually use two, one for my hair, one for my body." He states.

I go mute once again, the guy is seriously tatted. From his arms, across his chest, his rib cage…all covered in black ink. I try not to stare so I am not sure what any of them are but just the thought of being alone with someone like him is terrifying. I can hear my mothers nagging voice in the back of my mind and I frown in annoyance at my own thoughts. His hair is dark brown and styled in some sort of fade cut. The muscle in the back of his jaw ticks, and I can see the veins in his arms. The guy suddenly stops, and I smack right into him, I flush again in embarrassment, and realize that we are back at my dorm. Desperate to escape I quickly run into the room and shut the door in his face, not even bothering to say thanks. Turning around I press my back against the door and let out a breath I had not realized I had been holding. When I open my eyes, I realize that I am alone. Kitty was not in my bed anymore and she was not in hers, she must have gone to that party she invited me to. As plastered at she was I am kind of surprised she made it off the bed, let alone out the door. I walk over my things and search everywhere but I can not for the life of me find my back up glasses. I did find my contacts though, I hated wearing them, they always irritated my eyes. Though my Optometrist says it is because I do not wear them often enough to get used to them. I like my glasses, they give me something to hide behind, a sense of security. Setting the contacts on my desk, I walk over to my wardrobe and get another pair of dry pajamas out and get dressed quickly, then hop into bed. I am so beyond done with this day; it has just been one weird thing after another. I find myself kind of missing home already, my bedroom, my bed, and my bathroom. I really can not wait for classes to start up so I can focus all my attention on studying. My mom was worried about my room mate being a distraction when she should have been worried about the everyday workings of University being a distraction.

I can not help but think of bathroom guy, I have never been in such proximity to a naked guy before, it was shocking. Especially one that looks so dangerous. Jordan is the only guy I actually ever had hung around and compared to bathroom guy, he was nice and safe. My mind drifts off and slip into a world full of black ink.