Shit
Well, Lewis and his friends had planned on getting wasted tonight. I always plan on getting drunk, never plan on getting wasted. They're Freshman, they're young, etc. So I try not to hold it against them.
Also, I had sex for the first time in my life. I understand/don't understand why I dreaded it quite as much as I did.
ANYWAYS, they started early, then we went to Rumrunners. I stood around awkwardly and people watched for the majority of the time there. I really had to pee so I stood in line, and as I was about to walk in the restroom, one of his friends comes up, nudges me and says, 'hey, Lewis is throwing up on the table.' (I can't judge, I've done it too.) So I get done ASAP, and I go to look for him and all I see is the bouncer cleaning up. I go outside and try to call the friends whose numbers I currently have in my phone. Which amounts to two numbers. No one answers, so I just decide to go wait for the door to EV to open and I can slip in and see if Lewis is in his room.
A guy I know I've been introduced to (but cannot remember his name) opens the door and asks if I knew what happened. I don't even know what he's talking about and he tells me that Lewis' face is all bloody and I look down at the concrete and see drops of blood. Apparently he was jumped by five guys on the very short walk from the the bar to the dorm. My stomach falls a bit and he takes me up to the second floor, where Lewis' friends live and we knock until someone comes out and says they haven't seen him. So we went up to the fourth floor, where Lewis resides, and knock on his door. Other Kyle slips out to greet us and whispers that we need to go around the corner because Lewis has been asking them not to let me see him like this. So he and I go around the corner and I dismiss him.
So then I sit there feeling miserable and useless and try to text Kyle to see if there's anything I can do and I hear Lewis yell 'kill me! I've got a gun in my second drawer and a knife *mumblemumble*' so then I just kind of start crying. His good friend Ashley calls me and asks me what's going on, but I can't tell her, so I wait for her to join me and just sit there crying in the hallway.
She arrives and we go up to the door and Kyle slips out to greet us again, all the while Lewis is still yelling, asking someone to kill him. Crying is really just involuntary, and he'd drunkenly told me he loved me earlier in the night. Multiple times. Wouldn't walk away until I returned the favour (although I only did once. The rest I just told him other things.)
Ashley decided it would be best if I went home, so I decided to forego any rides they'd offered and Bess caught up with me on my way back. (Thank you, Bess. <3) So I'm sitting in my room, deciding what to do, really wishing none of this would have happened.
It takes two to properly identify whether or not someone is gay. He'd been kissing me and holding my hand all night. This is why I like Dos.
Also, I had sex for the first time in my life. I understand/don't understand why I dreaded it quite as much as I did.
ANYWAYS, they started early, then we went to Rumrunners. I stood around awkwardly and people watched for the majority of the time there. I really had to pee so I stood in line, and as I was about to walk in the restroom, one of his friends comes up, nudges me and says, 'hey, Lewis is throwing up on the table.' (I can't judge, I've done it too.) So I get done ASAP, and I go to look for him and all I see is the bouncer cleaning up. I go outside and try to call the friends whose numbers I currently have in my phone. Which amounts to two numbers. No one answers, so I just decide to go wait for the door to EV to open and I can slip in and see if Lewis is in his room.
A guy I know I've been introduced to (but cannot remember his name) opens the door and asks if I knew what happened. I don't even know what he's talking about and he tells me that Lewis' face is all bloody and I look down at the concrete and see drops of blood. Apparently he was jumped by five guys on the very short walk from the the bar to the dorm. My stomach falls a bit and he takes me up to the second floor, where Lewis' friends live and we knock until someone comes out and says they haven't seen him. So we went up to the fourth floor, where Lewis resides, and knock on his door. Other Kyle slips out to greet us and whispers that we need to go around the corner because Lewis has been asking them not to let me see him like this. So he and I go around the corner and I dismiss him.
So then I sit there feeling miserable and useless and try to text Kyle to see if there's anything I can do and I hear Lewis yell 'kill me! I've got a gun in my second drawer and a knife *mumblemumble*' so then I just kind of start crying. His good friend Ashley calls me and asks me what's going on, but I can't tell her, so I wait for her to join me and just sit there crying in the hallway.
She arrives and we go up to the door and Kyle slips out to greet us again, all the while Lewis is still yelling, asking someone to kill him. Crying is really just involuntary, and he'd drunkenly told me he loved me earlier in the night. Multiple times. Wouldn't walk away until I returned the favour (although I only did once. The rest I just told him other things.)
Ashley decided it would be best if I went home, so I decided to forego any rides they'd offered and Bess caught up with me on my way back. (Thank you, Bess. <3) So I'm sitting in my room, deciding what to do, really wishing none of this would have happened.
It takes two to properly identify whether or not someone is gay. He'd been kissing me and holding my hand all night. This is why I like Dos.