Justin's Dorm

After I put up my Halloween costume in I and Caitlin's Dorm, I go down the hall towards  Justin's dorm so we can talk and figure some things out. I softly knock on his door and say, "It's me, Mel." Justin opens the door and I walk in, and take a seat on his bed.
He shuts the door and walks over to his closet, taking his soaked shirt off over his head and throwing it on the floor.

I notice there is a big hole in the wall and then I see that thick blood is dripping from Justin's ripped white and bloody knuckles. What happened when I left? Why did he punch a hole in the wall? Was I the cause for it? Is he okay?, I ask myself. I jump up and walk over to him slowly and touch his bloody knuckles with my small and fragile fingers. He winces at the touch of my fingers touching his knuckles.

"Justin tell me what happened to your knuckles?" I demand, softly, staring into his hazel brown eyes. "I punched a hole in the wall. It's nothing. I will be fine." He says. "Was....was...I the cause for this?" I ask, nervously and stuttering on my words like an idiot.

"No, it was someone else." He responses, looking away from me and at the window. I grab his chin and force him to look at me into my eyes.
"I'm sorry, Justin for leaving you. But, you gave me no choice." I apologize.

He stays silent, staring into my eyes with a small smile in his face and panic in his eyes. "Don't leave me again." He says. His voice is shaky and sad. "Don't keep secrets or how you feel from me." I challenge. We both nod and give sweet smiles. "Now, let's get you cleaned up." I say, giggling.

"Ok." Is all he says, smiling from ear to ear. I run back down to Caitlin's and I dorm to grab my first AID kit so I put Justin's two bloody knuckles in bandages. After I put Justin's fists in bandages, We watch Wuthering Heights on Netflix.

"Why are we watching this again?" Justin asks, whining and complaining like a little kid. "For Miss Brownfield's class. We're doing a book report on Wuthering Heights. It is due next Monday." I explain.

"Oh ok." He says, slowly. "Are you coming to the Frat house Halloween costume party?" I ask, curiously. "Yep. Are you?" He asks. "Yes. That's why I and the rest of my friends went costume shopping." I say, happily.

"Cool." He says, softly. Night falls and stars fill the dark midnight sky. After we watch Wuthering Heights twice on Netflix and Hulu, We take a seat in his bed and begin to chitchat.

"Stay the night. With me. Please are you going to stay the night?" He asks. His voice sounds so smooth and soft.
"Yes. I guess I will." I say, happily.
I sit up and strip off of my clothes and grab Justin's black shirt out of his closet and put it on to cover up my body.

I catch Justin staring at me with a smirk on his face and lust in his eyes.
"Stop looking at me." I playfully say, giggling. "I can't stop. I want to fuck the shit out of you right now." He says, smoothly. 

Justin strips, leaving him in his white Calvin Klein underwear and he jumps into bed. I join him and we get under the white sheets of blankets. He wraps his long arms around my small waist and soon enough we fall sleep listening to the pouring of the freezing rain outside.