The next morning, I woke up to the sound of cereal pouring into a bowl.

Stirring, I turned my head in its direction. Angelo was standing over a bowl, pouring cereal into it.

He paused, sighing. "Ah fuck, I wanted to be the one to wake you up."

Stretching, I chuckled. "Well, mission accomplished. Making breakfast?"

"Yeah, for you."

'My heart fluttered. "Aww, aren't you quite the gentleman!"

"On second thought, you can make your own breakfast."

"Then you can get your ass out of my room."

He scoffed but smiled as he went back to pouring the cereal.

Peering into the bowl, I asked, "Where's the milk?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you?"

"No- I mean, it's in the fridge, but why didn't you add it in?"

"What do you mean? I'm going to add it in."

"After the cereal?"

"Uh...yes?" He tilted his head then his eyebrows shot up. "Wait, don't tell me you add yours before?"

"Yeah, so?"

Dropping the cereal box, he let out an exaggerated gasp. "Sacrilege!"

I furrowed my brow. "What? That's how it's supposed to be-"

"No, it's not! The measurements must be right. It should be 'milk in your cereal' not 'cereal in your milk'!"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, whatever!"

"Whatever?" He pulled out his phone, placing it at his ear. "Hello, 911, I'll like to report a crime!"

I struggled to hold in a laugh. "You're lucky Nabila isn't in here, or it'll be two against-"

I paused, eyes narrowing. Wait, did we come back with Nabila last night?

A chill ran over me. "Oh, fuck!"

Angelo furrowed his brow. "What?"

I leaped off my bed, dashing into the bathroom. "We didn't come back with Nabila!"

Holy fuck, how can I be so stupid? Why the hell didn't I get her to go outside with me? Why did I even have to take that fucking weed? Fuck!

I banged on Nabila's door. "Bila? Nabila!"

"Coming!"

My shoulders sagged, and I let out a large breath. Thank god!

She opened the door, frowning. "Where's the fire?"

I chuckled, running my hand through my hair as I walked into the room. "Nowhere, I just...are you okay?"

Her brow furrowed. "Yeah, why?"

"Oh, no reason. When did you get home from the party?"

"Hmm...around 5 am, I think."

So probably after us.

"Ah." I cleared my throat. "Listen, I'm- I'm really sorry about leaving you to come back alone. It was irresponsible of me, especially with you being drunk, and it being your first time-"

"No, no, it's fine! I'd already sobered up by the time I left. Besides, I didn't come back alone. Andre escorted me back."

I narrowed my eyes. "Andre? Is that the guy you were dancing with last night?"

"Yu-yup." She turned away, walking to her bed. She began smoothing out the wrinkles on her bedsheet.

"Ahh. So," I walked up to her slowly, "you two were looking pretty close last night."

She laughed nervously. "Were- were we?"

"Yup. Did you- I mean...did anything else happen?"

"What? No, of course not!"

"Really?" I smirked. "So he just escorted you back to your room?"

"Y-yes!" She whirled, facing me. "What are you trying to imply?"

Grinning, I held my hands up. "Nothing, nothing. If you say he just escorted you back, I believe you. But anyway, what did you think of last night as a whole?"

. . .

After that check up on Nabila, I spent the rest of the day with Angelo. Luckily, Nabila's mum canceled her visit - I'm not sure Nabila would have been able to hide the events of the night before from her.

Unfortunately, Angelo left later that night because he had class the next day. Honestly, even though we'd only spent two nights in a row together, my bed felt somewhat empty without him in it.

I had a class the next morning. After it, I went back to my room, planning to watch a movie.

Just as I dropped onto my bed, there was a knock on my door.

I sighed. "Come in!"

Nabila stormed inside. "Ugh, Amelia is so freaking annoying!"

I furrowed my brow. "Why, what happened?"

"So you know how her girlfriend likes leaving her dirty dishes in the sink?"

I nodded.

"Well, I wanted to wash up some stuff, but her things were clogging up the sink. Amelia walks into the kitchen, so I'm thinking, 'hey, lemme just ask her to get her girl to clean it up.' However, when I do, she shoots me a dirty look and asks me how they're disturbing me!"

I frowned. "What the fuck?"

"Oh, but that's not all! So I explain that they're clogging up the sink. Can you imagine that she then has the guts to tell me that I should wash up the dishes if that's the case, or 'mind my business' if I won't?"

I sat up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, for real?"

"Yes! What kind of response is that?"

"A bitchy one, that's for sure."

Nabila dropped onto my bed. "Ugh! Now I have to wait till Emma comes and clears the sink."

I frowned. "Why? Since Amelia doesn't want to listen, go to the RA."

Nabila crossed her arms. "Yeah, but...is there any use of doing that? I really don't mind waiting."

I sighed. "Nabila, if you really didn't mind, then you wouldn't have come to me complaining."

She looked away, twiddling her fingers.

I added, "I don't mind following you if you want me to. But if you don't tackle this now, then it's just going to continue being a problem.

"I guess..."

I smiled, standing up. "Great, then let's go."

. . .

Our Ra was a female senior named Camila. After I'd told her what happened, she frowned and stood up. "I see. Thanks for letting me know. I'll get this sorted out asap."

I smiled. "Please do, it'll really help us out. Right, Nabila?"

Nabila nodded. "Right, but...if you don't mind, Camila, could you maybe not mention that we said anything?"

I furrowed my brow.

Camila replied, "Sure, no problem."

Nabila smiled. "Thanks."

"I'll go see if Amelia is in right now."

Camila led us out of her room, then walked to Amelia's. Nabila followed me into mine.

After she shut the door, I asked, "Why didn't you want Camila mentioning our names?"

"I don't know," Nabila mumbled, sitting on her bed. "I just think it's better if we keep our names out of it."

I sat down next to her. "There's no need to be worried. I've dealt with Amelia's type before - you of all people know that."

"Right, but still-"

"Besides, you didn't do anything wrong. She's the one who was rude, right?"

"I guess..."

Smiling, I rubbed Nabila's back. "So there's no reason to feel bad. Cheer up, okay?"

Taking a deep breath, she smiled. "Yeah, you're right."

. . .

"Angelo, it's just the second week - how are you skipping classes already?"

"It's not my fault I overslept!"

"What, so you just forgot to set an alarm?"

"Yeah, I was too busy thinking about the time we spent together."

Although butterflies danced in my stomach, I rolled my eyes and smiled. "You're so full of shit."

"Coincidentally, I'm taking a dump at the moment."

I wrinkled my nose. "Eww, call me after."

"So you can take my cum in your mouth, but hearing me take a dump is where you draw the line?"

"Wh- bye!" My face warming, I cut the call. Oh my god, this dude!

Still smiling, I shook my head, then grabbed the dirty plate I'd eaten from earlier. Standing up, I left my room and went to the kitchen.

"...don't know why you had to go to Camila."

I paused before the kitchen door.

"I- I didn't mean to make this a big deal-"

"Well, you did! Emma would have washed up eventually. You should have just wait-"

I barged into the room. "Why? Last I checked, this is a shared kitchen."

Amelia whirled away from Nabila, facing me. "Where did you come from? Anyways, I'm not talking to you, so mind your business."

I crossed my arms. "That's funny, because you should be talking to me. I'm the one who told Camila, not Nabila."

"You did?"

"Yeah. So," I stepped closer to her, "if you have a problem with that, you come to me, and we'll sort it out. Or better yet, we take the issue back to Camila and see what she thinks. That alright?"

Amelia's jaw tightened as she glared at me. I held her gaze.

After a few moments, she pushed past me, storming out of the room.

. . .

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