《The Girl Who Stutters and The Boy Who Mutters》Chapter Twelve
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"That was t-terrible," I say running into my room and throwing my shirt into the dirty clothes hamper. Scott ran inside after me, soaked and shirtless.
"C'mon," he says walking into the bathroom and grabbing a towel to wrap around his shoulders. "It wasn't that bad until you...and that guy..."
"I can't b-believe that guy t-threw up on me," I say still grossed out by what happened.
It was the sixth ride we were getting on at Palmerston, and I will admit that I was having a grand time there with everyone. Scott and I were getting on to the ferris wheel and I was actually enjoying myself when out of nowhere a big chuck of pizza mixed with whatever else was thrown up onto me. And the thing is, this guy was a big muscular dude why looked like he could handle himself, I mean if a guy like him is gonna throw up on a ride don't let it be the ferris wheel, throwing up on a ferris wheel is literally one of the most unmanly things to do.
That's also why Scott is shirtless. After the guy threw up on me he decided to not let me walk around with throw up on my shirt for the rest of the day and he gave me his shirt to wear.
But his shirt didn't do any of us very much good once it started raining. And by raining I don't mean it started out as a drizzle and we all got a little wet but it's fine. No, it wasn't like that at all. In fact I'm not even sure how a downpour can start as quickly as that one did. We were on one of the rides so there was no getting off when it started raining. By the time we finally got off we were all soaking wet and the one hour drive back to campus in freezing wet clothes didn't help my bad mood much.
"You can't tell me that you didn't have any fun at all," Scott says sitting on the bed and leaning back. He places his hands behind his head, showing off his very defined biceps.
"Getting t-threw up on c-can always ruin a fun time."
"I guess I can't argue with that," Scott shrugs climbing off the bed and walking over to the dresser. "I'll check the weather report next time we go so we don't get rained on though. I'm gonna go take a shower."
Next time?
As Scott goes to get changed I decide to climb into bed and at least try to study. Missing the first day and a half of my classes definitely wasn't something that I intended to happen when I left for college, and if I start slacking now my grades are definitely going to suffer.
So for the next half an hour I just read through the books that I already have and try to learn something that I don't already know, even though I've already been through most of the books I brought with me to college at least three times at this point.
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At some point I finally get tired of sitting in my soaking wet clothes, so I decide to get up and change. I was going to wait until Scott got out of the bathroom so I didn't have to change in the middle of the room. I don't know why but I would just feel awkward changing in the room. But seeing as Scott takes literally forever in the shower and probably isn't considerate enough to remember that I'd actually like to shower to, I decide to just change in here. And maybe it would have been fine had I not decided to take me shirt and pants off before actually getting any clothes out.
So yes, as I'm shoving stuff around in my dresser in nothing but my bra and underwear, Scott just so happens to walk out of the bathroom in nothing but his towel. But I don't hear him straightaway because me being me I have my earphones in, so yeah I was a little surprised when I turned around and saw my practically naked roommate ogling my practically naked body.
"Well this is unexpected," he says smirking at me and not even bothering to stop checking me out. "I figured I'd have to wait a few more days before you started throwing yourself at me."
"I'm n-not t-throwing myself at you," I say too quickly. God, I always stutter more when I'm nervous. Wait why am I nervous? Actually no. More importantly why am I just standing here? Get it together Abby! Do something. Anything! Cover yourself up, slap him, something...
I quickly brushed past him and walked into the bathroom. Hoping he hadn't seen the way my face heated up before I shut the door and lean against it. That was literally the most embarrassing thing ever. I don't think I can live here with him any longer.
I walk over to the shower and turn it on. I let it heat up while I strip down out of my bra and underwear. I climb in the shower and start belting out the lyrics to one of my favorite twenty one pilots song. I don't know why but it just seems that whenever I'm singing I don't stutter as much as when I'm talking. My mom always told me it meant that I was meant to sing, but honestly when I sing I sound like a dying cat.
Nobody thinks what I think.
Nobody dreams when they blink.
Think things on the blink of blasphemy, I'm my own shrink.
Think things are after me, I'm my catastrophe.
I'm a kitchen sink, you don't know what that means?
Because a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me, okay friend?
Are you searching for a purpose?
Then write something, yeah it might be worthless.
Then paint something then it might be wordless, pointless curses, nonsense verses.
You'll see purpose start to surface.
No one else is dealing with your demons, meaning maybe defeating them could be the beginning of your meaning friend.
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But then while I'm in the middle of my little rap, I hear the door open. I slowly stick my head out from behind the shower curtain and hope to God that whoever opened the door wasn't who I think it is.
"Mind if I join you," I see Scott in a pair of basketball shorts and with no shirt on.
I wish he would just leave me alone.
"Scott g-get out!" I shout making sure my body is well hidden behind the curtains.
"You don't want any company?" He asks pouting innocently. "You always look rather lonely."
I don't say anything but I try to give him my bitchiest face, hoping that it tells him that he should probably leave before I start screaming bloody murder. But it doesn't seem to affect him much as he just stands there and grins back at me happily.
"I was just bringing you a towel," he says calmly placing the towel he has around his neck on the toilet. "I have to go wash more tomorrow."
I watch him closely as he gives me one more cheeky smile before walking back out the door. That was definitely out of the ordinary for him.
He must be up to something.
"Parker g-go away!" I shout from inside the room. It's been a couple of days since the Palmerston trip and everything has been rather subtle until Parker decided to come knocking on my door. I still don't understand why he came here, I definitely did not ask him to follow me to college.
"C'mon Abs I just want to talk!" He shouts back. We've been going at it for about ten minutes now. I really don't want to let him in the room, especially since I'm not entirely sure how he'll act when he finds out that I actually am living with Scott right now. He'll probably think I'm being a slut or something like that.
"Is he still out there?" Scott asks walking back in from the bathroom. He grabs the bowl of popcorn off the dresser and sits down on the floor next to me. Before we were so rudely interrupted by Parker we were in the middle of watching Wreck It Ralph, which is by far one of my favorite movies.
"Can I just go punch him?" Scott asks leaning his head back on the bed.
"No," I say glaring at him. Scott has been uncharacteristically kind to me over the last few days, which leads me to believe even more that he's definitely up to something.
"So you dated him?" Scott asks looking at the door before looking back at me.
"I g-guess you c-could say that."
"Was it serious?" Scott asks with a look on his face that I can't even decipher. Why does he even care?
"For a while I t-thought it w-was," I really don't feel like giving Scott an outline on my relationship with Parker at this point. "Can we just finish watching the movie?"
"I thought you told me that you'd already seen this like a million times before though," he says. "And I've already seen it too. So why do you even wanna watch it?"
"Well I'm not begging you to watch it with me," I say frowning. "Why are you still here watching it? I'm sure you have better things to be doing."
He was silent for a while and we both just looked at each other.
"Aaabbbyyyy," Parker whines as he begins to bang on the door again.
"Alright that's it," Scott says looking away from me and walking over to the door. He yanks the door open and I see Parker standing there with his hand held up over the door like he's going to knock again.
"Can we help you?" Scott asks, irritation laced in his voice.
Parker looks Scott up and down and he looks as if he's contemplating what he plans on saying next. Parker and Scott together is definitely a bad max. I mean, you know how some people say opposites attract and like things repel? Well, I feel like Scott and Parker do both have similarities, even if they are different and that's not good. I think it's mostly their ego's though, they both think the world revolves around them.
"What are you doing here?" Parker asks before his eyes flicker over towards me. "Oh hey Abby!"
He tries to push past Scott to get in but Scott puts his hand up pushes him back. "Dude just stop."
"What's he doing here?" Parker asks with something in his eyes that I can't quite decipher.
"I live here," Scott says crossing his arms over his chest and sticking his head up proudly.
"Let h-him in Scott," I say looking down and avoiding the puzzled look that Scott has on his face.
"Thank you," I hear Parker say. "Do you want to run and get some coffee or something? Just to talk, I swear I won't try anything."
I look up and see Parker standing up over me with his hand out. I look over at Scott and see him shaking his head at me, I don't know why. It's not like I have anything important that I actually need to be doing here. But there's something in the way Scott's looking at me that makes me think that maybe I should stay...
"Sure," I say grabbing Parker's hand and standing up. As I'm walking out with Parker I swear I see Scott's shoulder's slump and a frown on his face, but it seems to disappear almost as if it wasn't there in the first place. Then again it probably wasn't, Scott doesn't care.
It was probably just my imagination.
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