Bad karma

3:00 P.M.

He came into the room, dropped the clothes on the bed and left before I could even open my mouth. By now I'm already feeling better and the dizziness is completely gone. I feel bad for what I've said to him, but I don't know what to do. He won't talk to me with reason of me assuming everything, but the situation was a mess itself. Why did he bring me here... I look through the window and recognize the campus. We're on the male dormitory. It must have been hell to sneak here with me unconscious, and that doesn't make me feel any better. I put my washed clothes and I see the faint remaining of a stain on the bottom part of my dress. He didn't lie. I look to his room, one of the most organized spaces I've ever seen. A computer desk is on the left with a carefully organized notebook pile filled of post it notes in it. His jacket is hanging on his chair neatly, while there's many shelves around the rooms holding a multitude of books. I couldn't understand half of the book titles, but they were are related to administration and engineering. If it wasn't for the mess I made in the bed, the room would be perfect. I see his printer and take one sheet of paper out of it. I get a pen from his cup of pens next to his computer and start writing:

"I'm sorry for the things I've said. I wasn't fair to you. Thank you for taking me out of that place and letting me crash, and sorry for being rude to you, I didn't mean it. It's just been a hell of a bad month for me. One day I'll return the favor, I promise. Thanks, hoodie dude.

-Alyssa"

I leave the note next to his keyboard, grab my purse and leave his room. I can hear him on the kitchen chopping vegetables, but I decide is better just to leave. He won't listen to me anyway. As I'm going through the hallway, this weird sensation keeps coming over me. I try to shrug it off a couple times, but it just won't go away. I guess this place makes me uncomfortable after all. And then I finally get why my body is panicking out on this place, as soon as I hit the living room. Randy is half-naked on the couch with a passed-out girl over him barely holding onto the sheets. I feel like I can't breathe. My chest never felt so tight since the night everything was over. I can feel my legs shake as I understand the situation. He's Randy's roommate. I am in Randy's room. He's smashing some other girl. I walk fast towards the door and then as I turn to the kitchen one more time, I see our eyes meet. He looks puzzled, and stares at my face. I can't look him in the eye, so I run out of the door as fast as I can before anything else happens. I should've never left my room.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur as I ran back to my room. I took a shower to cool down as I held my tears inside me. I shouldn't cry, he was an asshole. But I couldn't stop myself, he was the first person I've met when I came in here. I didn't know what to do or think, and he guided me through my first semester as we dated. I would have never expected of him to not only be cheating on me during all that time with seniors but to make a joke out of the entire situation. It was all uncovered at the same time as one of his other victims told me about him and his behavior. It took me three days to process it and he didn't even care when I confronted him, just brushing me off like I was nothing. It was the hardest day of my life, and it has been a month since that. It took me a month to get out for a party or even anything and when I do, I end up being in his room in the next morning. This has got to be some horrible karma. I lie down in bed putting both arms over my face, and slowly fall asleep wishing I could forget everything that just happened.