Awkward

Clarissa

Well, I guess I made a friend, I think to myself as I stare down at my roommate, who is passed out in my lap. I can not help but find some humor in this situation, is this how most people act? Is this the normal attitude of a typical young adult? I shake my head a little. I am still in the same clothes that I arrived in, I have not taken a shower, and now I am sharing my bed with a stranger. Eventful first day if I do say so myself. As gently as possible, I slide myself out from under Kitty's body, and press my hand to my mouth to keep myself from laughing out loud at the fact that she does not even flinch. Looking around I am not sure what to do, should I just leave her there, should I try waking her up? Letting out a sigh, I move to the bottom of the bed, and remove her shoes and place them neatly at the foot of her own bed. Coming back over, I dig in my bag, and find my throw blanket and cover her with it.

Alrighty, now I am going to go find the communal bathroom and take a quick shower. It is late so maybe there will not be as many people in there. It sucks not having a bathroom in the dorm room, I have never had to share a bathroom with a bunch of people before, my anxiety rises slightly. It will be fine, this is the normal collage experience, I just got to go with the flow of things. I grab my toiletry bag, my pajama set, which consist of blue flannel pants and a matching blue flannel button down shirt, my white panties, and a pair of socks. I make my way down the hall, till I find the symbol on the door for- men and women? What…now way. I feel my face drain of color, the idea of showering with a bunch of women was bad enough but men and women walking around naked…this had to be a bad joke. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I tentatively crack open the door, and peek my head in a little. Looking around, it does not seem like anyone is in there, so I quickly scurry across the floor. On one side of the room is several stalls and across from them are the same number of shower stalls, only a curtain hanging for privacy.

Picking a shower stall at the very end of the row, I hastily step in, and quickly take of my clothes. Folding them I set them outside the shower on the floor, along with my pjs, turning on the water I fiddle with my toiletry bag and grab shampoo and conditioner out. I am in the process of washing my hair when I hear the door open and a girl moan echoes through the room. You have got to be kidding me! They know someone is in here, they hear the shower running, see clothes outside the stall. Do they just not care? I have never in my life heard of something like this happening, people just running around having sex in public bathrooms and not caring who is around? My head is spinning from the predicament I find myself in, but I am too mortified to move. I hurry even quicker than before to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. I was so frazzled at the idea of getting done in a panic that I forgot my glasses were still on, with shaky hands I take them off, and watch in slow motion as they slip from my grasp. I still had soap on my hands so trying to catch them only ended up in me smacking them, they clashed to the stone wall, they to the concrete of the floor. I watched as one of lenses flows to the drain with the water. That is just freakin great!

I hear the shower next to mine turn on and immediately the moaning gets louder. Putting my hands over my face, I am so out of here, this is more than I can take on my first day. I shut off the water and reach down to pick up my broken glasses, reaching out blindly to find my clothes, I stop in my tracks. I did not bring a towel with me. I smack my palm to my face hard. What in the world is wrong with me! Tears of frustration gather behind my eyes and I stand in the stall shaking. The sound of the girls moans, and cries of pleasure fill the bathroom and I hear the smacking of skin against skin bouncing off the walls. I am cringing and crying all at the same time. What am I going to do? Taking in a raspy breath, I feel for my clothes again and to my horror I realize that I have set them too close to the shower and they are soaked. Slinking down the shower wall in dismay, I am confused, and scared. I have no towel, I broke my glasses, my clothes are soaked, and there are random people having sex in the stall next to me. I sit in the bathroom for what feels like an eternity, waiting on the people beside me to leave, so maybe I can figure out how to get out of here. I wait so long that my hair has began to dry and the springy curls that I detest so much come to life. Hanging my head in despair, I start to rethink my choice to come this far to go to college, I could have gone to NYU and lived at home. I would have had my own bathroom, no roommate, and no random people having sex right next to me. Just then the shower beside me turns off and there are the faint mumbles of the couple speaking and to my relief I hear a door shut soon after. Standing up on wobbly legs, I am freezing from being wet and naked, standing in a small, enclosed area of stone and concrete.

I am just about to pull back the curtain when a voice stops me dead in my tracks.

"Hey pervert, did you have a nice time listening?"