Ejaculate: I can’t stop thinking about you.
Message not delivered.
What the fuck?
I walk outside, checking my signal.
Ejaculate: you didn’t fall into a manhole, did you?
Message not delivered.
Did he fucking block me?
Maybe his phone is off.
He can’t be mad at me for scoring on him, can he? I scrub a hand over my face thinking about calling a fucking car there. But then what? Not like I can get in his dorm. I don’t dare call Tobi at this hour to let me in. I know he won’t be happy if he finds out Teddy and I hooked up.
“Come back inside,” Savage calls from behind me.
“I think I need to go sleep this off.” I say suddenly pissed.
“Don’t be like that! We won.” Savage tries to lean against the doorframe but misses and stumbles. We both laugh when he pops back up. “Maybe I should stop doing shots.”
“Good idea.” I decide to leave before I’m dragged back in.
I walk back to my dorm, staring at my phone. The messages still aren’t delivered.
Fuck.
I walk up the stairs in my building, finding a fucking sock on the door when I get to my room. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
I cannot catch a break.
Rhys: Are you still awake?
Tobi: What fucking time is it?
Rhys: I’ll take that as a no.
Tobi: What’s up?
Rhys: Nothing, just go back to sleep.
Tobi: I’m fucking up now. What’s wrong?
Rhys: Nothing. It’s fine. We can talk in the morning.
Tobi: Don’t make me fucking call you.
Texting him was stupid. I can’t tell him about Teddy. He’ll want to know why we’ve been texting. I shouldn’t have texted him.
Tobi: Rhys!
Rhys: I drank a lot and my fucking roommate put a sock on the door.
Tobi: What does a sock on the door mean?
Tobi: Is that slang or did he actually put a sock on the door?