My toast popped up and I transferred the slices to a plate, then grabbed a butter knife and the jar of Nutella. “Remember what you said to me about how you used my body just to get off? That was real civil.” I marched towards my bedroom, breakfast in hand.
“Archie —”
I let the door slam behind me.
The following days were great. Mostly.
Every night I had an incredible orgasm, and bouncing on the toy made me so tired, I always fell asleep quickly after. My classes were chill and it was easy to keep up with my assignments. I grew closer with my classmates and made new friends, and there was always several parties and events to attend. I also made time for the gym and felt good about my progress.
The only negative in my daily routine was running into Taylor in the mornings. He was always in the same spot — sitting on the floor by the coffee table, eating his brown sludge. He’d ditched the fake politeness, and now wore a permanent thunderous expression, like he had a dark cloud hanging over him.
On Wednesday afternoon, I had social soccer training, and ran into Matty on the way to the field. He thwacked me on the back in greeting — despite his size, he was stronger than he looked.
Training was good, the kind that pushed you enough to feel a rush of exercise-induced endorphins, but not too hard that all you felt was sore. I was looking forward to showering, then destroying a massive meal for dinner.
“Amen to that,” Matty said when I told him. He took his phone out of his gym bag and frowned. “Fucking hell.”
“What?”
“My roommate’s just sexiled me.” On his phone screen, a contact named ‘Lachie’ with the middle finger emoji had just textedhaving someone over don’t come back for 1 hour.
“You could just go anyway?” I suggested.
“My dorm’s not like yours. You get seperate bedrooms. Ours is shared. I do not want to see Lachie doing the business.” He sighed, putting his phone away.
“I’m guessing you don’t get along with him?” I asked.
“He’s a dick.”
“Mine is too.”
Matty gave me a weird look. “Aren’t you roommates with Taylor?”
Oh yeah. I’d forgotten they were friends. Part of me wanted to tell him that Taylor was actually a massive douchebag, but it was never a good look to badmouth someone, even if it was true.
“Well, he’s just…you know…”
“Let me guess, he brings girls over all the time?”
I blinked. Now that I thought about it, Taylor had never brought a guest back, except for that one time Matty and the other guys came over for Never Have I Ever. Maybe he did bring hookups back, but I just never noticed. I wonder who he brought. Girls or guys?
Probably girls. He’d insisted the whole time during our stupid sex competition thing that what we were doing wasn’t gay.
Matty was staring at me, and I realised he was waiting on a response.
“Uh, yeah, he does. Hey, you know what? You can come back to mine, use my shower, and we can order in some takeaway.”
He smiled. “Really? Thanks, man.” He clapped me on the back, and we headed towards Valentina Hall, discussing what food we wanted, and settled on burgers.
I was relieved, once we arrived at the dorm, that Taylor was out. I did not want to pretend to get along with him in front of Matty.
Matty showered first while I placed an order on a food delivery app, ordering two burgers each and a massive side of fries to share. By the time I finished showering, the delivery arrived, and we sat on the floor in my room, devouring the food.
“I can’t tell if this is actually delicious or if I’m just starving,” Matty said, finishing his first burger in three bites.
“Probably both.”
We chatted about uni and parties and predictably, the conversation turned to girls.
