Cole rubs his towel over his hair one last time before placing it to dry at the foot of his bed. He then throws himself on the mattress and reaches for his phone on his nightstand where he had left it before going to shower. He’s still reeling from what happened a couple of minutes ago, so he doesn’t really look at the number he’s typing instead of going through his list of contacts like he normally would.
(txt – [number]) DUDE! You’ll never guess what just happened!
(txt – [number]) So I go to take a shower, right? But while I’m walking over there, I ended up getting distracted by FLOWER PETALS. I don’t know what they were doing on the ground, but they went from the stairs, down a hallway, etc.
(txt – [number]) And I’m like, “man, who the fuck is wasting so many flowers? For what purpose?”
(txt – [number]) After a while, it felt like I was going to walk into either a flash mob marriage proposal or someone having sex in a closet.
(txt – [number]) I pushed a door without looking (don’t worry, no naked people behind it) and when I looked up, I was in the shower room.
(txt – [number]) So I go into a stall and you know, wash myself.
(txt – [number]) And here is where it gets troubling…
(txt – [number]) I step out of the shower and end up face to face with a girl.
(txt – [number]) Girls are not supposed to be in the dudes’ bathroom. So for a sec, I think I’m dreaming and this is one big joke because flower petal trails and girls’ bathroom, but then the girl starts screaming
(txt – [number]) She doesn’t just scream, she starts hitting me too, with her toiletries bag.
(txt – [number]) I almost dropped my soap and god knows you don’t want to ever drop that.
He pauses his frantic texting, so he can sit up and grab his water of bottle. He gulps the water down as he waits for his phone to notify him of an incoming text message.
it’s evening now, nearing curfew but not quite -- matthew is restless after making himself study for like, six hours ( read: about twenty minutes ) and he’s decided to go for a walk to see if he can run into one of his friends in the halls who will entertain his boredom until someone chases them off to bed at curfew.
he pouts out his lower lip slightly as he rounds a corner and still doesn’t see anyone that he knows -- for the most part, it seems like kids really are settling down for their exams. matthew stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans and wonders if he should go find a professor to bother instead --
just as his phone buzzes in his back pocket. he fishes it out, expecting a text from one of his friends, but weirdly, there’s a message from a random number he doesn’t have saved into his contacts.
DUDE! You’ll never guess what just happened!
“uhh...” well, no, he probably won’t be able to guess what just happened, because he doesn’t know who just texted him. he blinks, decides to ignore the message and goes to put his phone back when another text makes his phone buzz. he watches the rest of the messages come in, an amused look on his face as he reads through the story.
he’s walking down the hall with his eyes on his phone, invested enough by the end that when there’s a pause after the last message, matthew blinks. “come on! that’s it?”
he should probably just ignore the whole thing, since the messages probably aren’t meant for him. but he can’t resist sending a reply anyway, just for fun--
[ txt -- unknown ] woah... bro.....
[ txt -- unknown ] sounds like u got PUNK’D
[ txt -- unknown ] it was probably a trap!! the petals were a trail leading u to uhh...
[ txt -- unknown ] ur doom probably lol
[ txt -- unknown ] wait are u still in the bathroom or did u get out alive??
he’s just joking, obviously -- the guy probably just walked into the girls’ shower room. although the flower petals thing is pretty weird, admittedly.
