Oh my god! I fucking love this song! It's so damn good. I swear this is the kind of music I would bump when I was having sex with Kib - someone who was not Kiba! God! What was I doing? I was dancing in a bathroom, naked, to Demi Lovato with the bathroom door partially ajar. I was such a slut.
I spit out my toothpaste and bend down so I can cup a handful of water into my mouth. I gurgle and rinse my mouth and then spit out the cleanser.
"What is wrong with you? Do not fall for it, Naruto," I tell myself. Yeah, I was my own motivational speaker at times. "It's going to be high-school all over again. You're going to trust and then get backstabbed. Tis is your fate. Huh? Bummer..."
"Na...ru...to."
What was that?
I grab the towel off the rack and cover myself up, and I turn around in haste. I see a blur shoot to the right. Was this like a horror movie 'cause I was definitely freaked out. I walk out of the bathroom with the towel around my waist. Kiba's in his bed, asleep.
Am I hallucinating things? What's going on?
"Uh... Kiba! Psst, Kiba," I call. He's turned around, facing the wall, and I roll my eyes. This was stupid. He was obviously knocked the fuck out. There was no way it was him that I saw. No, I was imagining things.
I give up on trying to wake him up, ans I saunter to my closet. I hesitate as I have a pair of briefs in my hand. He was asleep, wasn't he? I didn't feel like walking to the bathroom. I let out a huff, suck it up, and drop my towel. I then quickly put on my underwear and I then start dressing accordingly.
I never had a problem if I was just in my underwear. I wouldn't voluntarily strip myself in front of other people, but Kiba was different. He was my roommate, and he was knocked out. There was no biggie here.
I'm still in my underwear, but my socks are on and so is my muscle shirt. I tousle my hair a bit and drop to my knees to look under my bed. I still had one bag under there that held all my sweaters. It was five now, and I had class in thirty minutes, and it was cold outside. I bend down to reach it and... what the fuck! Why is it so far? I have to spread my legs as I try to manage to grab my bag.
Fucking shit! When I get back, I'm unpacking completely. This is fucking ridiculous.
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